"Mickey," I said rather breathlessly, "that's enough for now."
You'd think one of us would learn through repetition. I always seem to assume that Mickey will stop when asked. He always seems to assume that I'm just kidding and he doesn't really need to stop. That's what was happening right now.
"Michael," I said, speaking a little more forcefully, "I said that's enough."
His hand kept on groping me as he tried to push me onto my back, his intentions clear. Fortunately for me I had his intentions well in hand. At least, I had a firm grasp on his erection. My grip changed from firm to hard, giving Mickey an unwelcome jolt. He hesitated and I threw in the clincher.
"If you don't want me to pick you up by this convenient handle, Mickey, it might be advisable to back off now."
He backed off. He wasn't going to risk me crushing his testicles again. Yes, I said again. He got a little too carried away once.
"You're a teasing bitch," he muttered, half seriously.
"No, I'm not," I said defensively. "You knew before we even started where the limits were. You might want to push past those limits but it doesn't mean that I'm going to." He had pushed past and I'd let him, but only to a certain extent.
"You have to stop rushing me," I told him. "We'll go further when I'm ready to go further and not before. If I'm going to lose my virginity it's because I'm ready to or because you get me so aroused that I can't stop. You haven't reached that point yet. At least, not quite," I admitted, because things had been rather hot and heavy for a while and I had considered letting him go further. A saner council (and nerves) had prevailed.
I didn't really see that he had much to complain about. He knew the limits as well as I did and even he would have to admit that we were stretching those limits every time we did some serious pashing. It probably wouldn't be all that much longer and he'd get what he wanted. I just wanted to be in a position that it would be when I wanted it as well.
We straightened our clothes which included me having to put my panties back on, despite his suggestion that I leave them off. I saw no reason to put too much temptation on his path. He was already a little too adept at removing those panties. I might have to start wearing jeans when I saw him. I suspected that if I did it would be the equivalent of consent because if he could get my jeans off I wouldn't be in a position to demurely push my dress down to cover up.
When he'd cooled down a little he asked if I'd be dropping by his place the next day. He must have sensed that I was a little dubious about the invite after what had just taken place as he laughed.
"Don't worry. I won't be able to jump you. My father will be home and I don't have anything planned except for tuning this old bomb. She's been running a bit ragged lately."
Mickey no longer had a mother and lived with his father and little sister. I liked both his sister and his father. Suzie was a real little sweetie and his father was one reason I liked Mickey. I could see by looking at Martin that Mickey would grow into a fine man, once he got past his teenage arrogance. It's odd, we were both eighteen but at times I felt several years older than him.
"I have some things I have to do in the morning," I temporised, "but I should be free after lunch. I'll try to come around then."
No commitment, but we both knew I'd be almost certain to turn up unless something drastic happened.
When I arrived at Mickey's place the next day it was just in time to see Suzie leaving with a friend. They were wearing netball uniforms and I guessed they'd be gone for the afternoon. Martin's car was parked on the road so I assumed that he'd parked it there to keep out of the way while Mickey worked on his car. Normally Mickey's car was the one on the road.
Martin answered the door.
"Come on in, Rita," he said with a smile. "Michael has just gone for a quick trip down to the mall as a road test of his magnificent skills with fixing anything automotive. He'll only be five minutes. Would you care for a cup of coffee while you wait?"
He made up the coffee and we sat at the kitchen table talking about nothing in particular. Finally he broached a subject bound to make any girl uncomfortable.
"So, how's it going with Michael?" he asked. "Everything OK."
"Everything's fine," I replied with a slight blush. "Why would you think it wouldn't be?"
"Oh, perhaps because Michael was so grouchy when he got home last night. He's not trying to come on too strong, is he?"
For once I was able to give Martin a meaningful look.
"Ah, have you ever known a boy or man who doesn't?" I asked. "Present company not excepted."
"Point taken," he agreed. "Ah, if you do find him going overboard I can always whisper a word in his ear to get him to back off a little."
"The only thing wrong with that is that I wouldn't rat on him and he wouldn't try to go past the line using muscle. Persuasion, yes, but not muscle. Besides, I can handle him. He's still a bit juvenile, you know."
"Yes, I did know, but I didn't know if you did. Poor Michael."
"Eh? What do you mean?"
"Whatever you and he might be thinking you're not going to be finishing up in bed with him. You've grown away from him without realising it."
I bridled at his blunt speaking, blushing slightly. Still, now that he'd put it out there in the open I had to admit it was true. I sighed.
"You shouldn't have told me that," I grumbled. "Now I'm going to have to dump him."
"Just because you've outgrown him?"
I nodded. "Yes. It wouldn't be fair to him to lead him on." I sighed. Now I was going to have to start looking for a compatible companion. Mickey had been safe, I now realised.
At that point there was a timely interruption as Martin's phone rang. He said yes a couple of times, asked what happened and where are you going, made some sort of noise indicating agreement and hung up.
"That was Michael," he told me. "It appears that his automotive skills were a little below par today. Greg is with him and is going to give him a tow to Greg's place, as Greg has a decent workshop, and hopefully he can resolve the problem. Ah, Greg is also quite a reasonable mechanic."
I sighed, finished my coffee, and put the cup on the sink.
"I guess that if Mickey isn't going to be back any time soon it would be a waste of time my waiting for him," I said.
Martin walked next to me as I headed towards the front door. Martin's front door is in a little alcove in the corner of the front room. As we walked through the room Martin stopped and took hold of my arm. At the same time he sat down on one of the big easy chairs, pulling me down onto his lap.
"I've been wanting to do this for a while," he said, "but it wouldn't've been fair if you were continuing to see Michael."
That was the only warning I got before he was kissing me. I was so surprised that I just sat there like a dummy. He lifted his head wand winked at me.
"You can do better than that," he told me. "Try again."
With that he was kissing me again but at least this time I had the nous to kiss him back. I'm not saying stars flashed and bells rang but he was certainly practised in the art of lip to lip communication. When he finally lifted his head again I could still feel him all the way down to my toes.
He didn't really lift his head fully away. It was more of a case that his lips went exploring. Did you know men could undo buttons with their teeth? I didn't, but it's the only explanation I could give for the way the buttons on my blouse seemed to give way and allow him access to my cleavage. I know he didn't use his hands as one was on my back and the other was stroking my leg.
I made the mistake of concentrating on the hand that was on my leg. It had managed to slip between my legs and he was rubbing me in what could be considered a slightly too intimate manner. I twisted about a little to discourage him and that only seemed to press his hand more firmly against me.
