Chapter 02 - Job Within A Job
My boss's wife, Linda, is leading me upstairs, and I'm both giddy with excitement and extremely nervous, all at the same time. As we leave the home office in their basement, where I've been interning for the last two weeks, Linda holds my hand while suggesting, "Why don't we head up to the bedroom?"
"Ok." I respond, while she guides me towards the next set of stairs.
At this point, I have no idea what to expect will happen once we get upstairs. This woman knows I'm a complete and total virgin, but all I know about her sexually is that she apparently has a fetish for 18-year-olds like me. I think she's around 50 years old herself, but that's just a guess. Linda looks like she could be the mom of any one of my friends, but ever since I found out that she might want to have sex with me, all I can do is look at her as if she's the girl, or more accurately 'woman', I can finally lose my virginity to.
While the thought of having sexual intercourse is clearly top of mind, to be honest, just the thought of having my very first kiss in a few moments is pretty nerve wracking. And then there are all the intermediate steps between those two bookend events of sexual experience. I wonder how many of those we might do today?
Back when I was in fifth grade, a girl named Melanie asked me if I wanted to hold her hand while our combined classes all watched a movie about volcanos in the gym of our school. I still to this day don't know why she asked me that, but I gladly accepted her offer and remember greatly enjoying being able to hold her hand. Shortly thereafter, I reflected on that moment and decided to create a way to secretly document that first experience, as well as potentially all my other firsts that were still to come.
I haven't looked at it in years, but hidden in my bedroom is a folded up piece of paper, and at the top is a line that says "held hands", followed by Melanie's initials (M.S.) and the date of that fantastic volcano movie. The next line has a spot for "first kiss". And after that there are a bunch more like, "first real date", "first time touching a boob", "first time seeing a naked lady", and even "first time licking a vagina". All in all, there are probably about 10 lines of sexual accomplishments on the list, and the very last one is of course, "lose my virginity".
Each line has its own spot for the initials of the girl, and the date the event happened, and here we are more than 7 years later and the only line that's ever been filled in is the original one about holding hands with Melanie. I think it's safe to say I figured I'd be further on down that list by now, but as Linda and I walk up the stairs to her bedroom, the thought crosses my mind. After such a long drought, am I going to get to cross off my entire secret list in one day?
Once we get upstairs, Mark's wife leads me to the master bedroom of their house. We walk in and I can't help but notice how fancy everything is. It's not just their giant king-sized bed that's immaculately made up, but also the real paintings and ornate sculptures they have scattered about that are unlike any bedroom I've ever stepped foot in. They even have a super fancy chandelier over their massive bed. I knew the Dwyers were well off, but the way their bedroom is decorated just confirms it.
Their bedroom Is on the corner of their second floor, so they have windows on adjacent sides, and Linda has them all open on this beautiful summer morning. Even in the short time I've been standing here, I've already felt a pleasant breeze flow through the room causing the drapes on the windows to flutter. Outside, I can hear the drone of a lawnmower off in the distance. And as I take all of this in, I realize I'm purposefully looking around the room because I'm too nervous to focus on Linda and what she has planned for me. It's so weird because I've wanted this moment to come for so long, but now that I think it might actually be here, part of me feels willing to wait a little longer?
"What do you think of our bedroom?" Linda asks me.
"It's REALLY nice." I stress.
"Thanks! You're such a sweet kid." She responds, and then she takes a few steps towards me and takes both my hands with hers. With her directly across from me and the two of us holding hands, I have no choice but to look right at Linda and make direct eye contact.
"Have you really never kissed a girl before?" she asks me. This triggers a fresh wave of both embarrassment and nervousness and I struggle to even answer the question.
Eventually, I get the word "No" out and immediately after, she releases my left hand and uses her right to place a finger up to my mouth and make contact with my lips. Linda is relatively tall, but she's still probably 4 or 5 inches shorter than my 6'2" frame, so she's peering up at me as she touches my mouth.
"Don't feel bad at all. It's soooooo hot that you haven't." Linda says, almost whispering. "I love how innocent you are, it's adorable." My heart is now beating out of my chest, as it's clear this is getting more and more real by the second. And then she continues on, "And besides, you're going to get to kiss me right now." As she says this, she takes both her arms and places them on my shoulders and gives me a big smile before finishing with, "That is, if you want to of course."
At this point her face is less than a foot from mine and I can even feel the warmth of her breath. I can't imagine how weird it would be on so many levels for me to say no right now, so I figure I pretty much have to go through with this. I nod my head slightly to indicate my approval.
As soon as I do this, Linda moves her head up and pulls me towards her at the same time. I move in, and not really knowing whether I'm supposed to open my mouth here or not, I default to basically doing nothing and keeping my lips in their resting, closed position. Soon enough though, she makes contact with me and I can feel her mouth touching mine.
My eyes are open, but I can see that hers are closed. She's obviously right in front of my face, and I'm kinda frozen in action not knowing how to kiss or what to do. All I'm able to do is look around in panic, trying to see past her head so I can focus on anything other than what is actually happening. I have no idea why I'm not relishing this moment of my first kiss, but at least so far, I feel like I'm barely participating.