Mom was a Problem
Mother said life would never be the same after I had a real cock in me. Coincidentally, she told me that shocking news over morning coffee the very day I was fucked for the first time. Marie was hung over, mad at herself for sleeping with a guy she didn't like much, and depressed that life wasn't better after divorcing my dad.
"Fuck, Julia, who am I to talk? I've messed up my life from A to Z."
I was up with the sun most mornings and responsible for strong black coffee, made with freshly ground beans. I was due at the bakery by eight, so the conversation was left unfinished. How was a recent high school graduate, still a virgin, supposed to counsel her own mother?
Jared was the dude that did it. Afterwards, my eyes flicked to his crotch every time we met. I guess that's what mom meant. When you were a virgin, your thoughts about sex were always there, but pretty confused, full of question marks. How would it feel? Did it really hurt?
Jared had a summer job interning at a law office near the bakery. One of his jobs was showing up at the same time I did to receive the daily care package of croissants for the partners and donuts for the associates. I thought he was cute, in an athletic sort of way. We hadn't gone to the same high school, so the morning pickup was an opportunity to exchange gossip and get to know one another. Turned out he was as curious to know whether I had a boyfriend as I was to know whether he had a girlfriend.
He solved the problem by asking me out to a rock concert. My eyes asked whether he had someone else in mind first.
"Julia, don't give me that look. I broke up last winter. She found another guy."
"Jared, I sell you pastry. Not much basis for a relationship." I gave him my dark, sultry look.
There was no one else in the shop and he came around the counter to put his arm on my shoulder. "Hey, I'm asking for a date, not the moon. Let's be cool."
I smiled and kissed him on the lips quickly. "You can't be trusted, but let's try a date."
The concert tickets were for a section with seats, but the promoter oversold everything and we ended up standing in a crush and drowned in sound. He stood with me to his front, trying to provide some protection. All the couples around us were stoned and doing everything but the nasty. I turned and put arms around his neck. "This is the makeout section. Do I know you?"
The kiss wasn't a repeat of the chaste touch from the other morning. The smacking of lips and moans from nearby set us off. After the third round, I sagged against him and felt the length of his cock pressing my belly. The thundering bass from the speakers went through my important parts, making juices flow. I laughed and whispered, "Some of these sluts are going to get it. Right here, standing up. They are already bare under their short skirts."
His teeth nipped at my neck. "Are you a bad girl? We are supposed to watch? Why do you have jeans on?"
I clutched him as a tremor went through me and I knew what I wanted. What I needed. But not here. And not on a first date.
After an hour of crowded standing, loud and throbbing sound was not enough to keep us there. Jared was as ready to go as I was.
In the car, I leaned over the console and kissed him. "Thank you, Lord Protector, that wasn't the best music experience of my life."
His tongue dueled with mine, lightly. "You are sorry I brought you?"
"No. It was fun. My ears are permanently damaged, but I'll recover." My hand was around his head, pulling on curly hair.
More kissing. The playing around kind. "Do I get a second chance? We could just have a dinner date?"
I sat back in my seat and laughed. "Take me home. I have to consult with my mom."
He didn't let go of my hand but nibbled on my fingertips. "You better be kidding, or no more pastry orders."
"Jared! No! I'll get fired. You are our best account." I was squirming and giggling in my seat, thinking he might grab me into the back.
He started the car. "You are a tease. We are definitely going on another date. Might even have to be dressup."
The memory of that conversation was still with me as I bicycled to work. Along with my grumpy mother's comment about her virgin daughter. I was tense as I saw him getting out of his car for the morning pastry run.
His green eyes took me in from head to toe. "Good morning, Second Date. Would you like to go to that seafood place on the river?"
"It's Friday. Are you ordering extra today, Fresh Date?"
"You are not only a tease, you are a blackmailer." His fingers closed around my neck as we entered the store. We were in the closet alcove in a second, his lips mashing mine. He let up and muttered, "Julia, you turn me on. When shall I pick you up?"
"If we go early, there will be more time for play after." I bit his ear and he jerked against me, the hard thing pressed into my hand.
We separated and I went to collect the morning order for the lawyers. When I turned around with the sack, I could see his gaze had been on my ass. I ran hard to keep that ass in shape and hoped he liked the view.
I gave him another tease, "Mom said she would be home late and is happy you are taking me to dinner. Maybe we should have dessert at my house?"
"What if I found respectable takeout and we had dinner in?"
"What's respectable about calling a meal in my own kitchen a date?" I stared him down.
He walked away with the morning pastries. "I will see you at six."
The shop was busy all day, so I didn't have much time to worry about whether my potential boyfriend and virginity taker was angry at me or not. Biking home, I decided primping was in order. Also a decent dessert.
I was in the kitchen, fresh from the shower, my hair in a towel, reading the meringue recipe, when my mobile rang. It was Mom. "Everything ok over there?"
"Yes. I'm glad you called. Is it ok if I invite Jared here for dessert? I'm making meringue, and there are good strawberries to go with. He is taking me to the fancy seafood place down by the water."
"Sounds like a winner. Is he getting anywhere near your bed?"
"Don't be nosy and nasty. Look how po'd you were this morning. Men are a problem, but so far Jared has been very nice. Would you like me to produce him for dinner and inspection?"
"Darling daughter, you are eighteen and sassy. Of course I want to meet him."
"Does this conference you are at involve guys you might bring home?"
"No suspects yet. You never know. When am I allowed to return to my own house?"
"Do me a favor and call his mom, Carolyn, and say it is ok with you if he spends the night at our house."
"You are a truly bad girl. I would never have gotten away with this when I was your age."
"Yes, but you didn't invite your mom to drop in any old time, either."
She was laughing hard as we hung up. I was tingling as I mixed ingredients. Nothing like a little suspense to liven up the evening. I made sure there was enough meringue and berries for her.
Upstairs, I stared at naked Julia, admiring my trim body, and decided this was not a hair up, little black dress event. No, a first dinner date required the flowery summer dress with low bodice, hair down, and flats. No stockings, either. And the light pastel lipstick without mascara.
Underwear was a problem. I was going to get groped for sure. Maybe a lot more. What did a girl wear when she was looking forward to losing her briefs? Watching them disappear into Jared's pocket as a memento of the evening?
If this turned into an embarrassing fiasco, I would be angry at losing a beautiful, expensive pair of bikini briefs. But what if it was the encounter of my dreams?
The pale yellow matched set went with the dress. No lace and not too skimpy. I giggled slipping into them, but worried at the same time.
He was prompt, and had flowers. I invited him in while I found a bloom to fasten in my hair, letting his hands rest on my waist as our eyes locked in the mirror.
"You look incredible tonight, date."
"Not too grubby yourself, date." He was in slacks, a navy blazer, and a dress shirt without tie. I turned around and kissed him, very lightly. "That was nasty of me this morning. Am I forgiven?"
The next kiss was longer and hotter. Much hotter. His hands pulled me to him.
"I'm here, aren't I?"
We walked out hand in hand, laughing.
We were still holding hands as he drove. I wondered how a couple were supposed to behave now that we were out of school and grown up.
"What about soccer?"
"Wesleyan has a pretty good team. I might get on as a freshman."
He glanced at me, "What about track?"
"There is one woman who covers all track and field at Haverford. I talked to her on the phone. Laid back. Wants me to come down this summer some time. Said she did the 1500 in school herself and we could run and talk."
The restaurant table was by the window and I knew the wait person from school. She had been a year ahead and smiled at me about Jared as we were seated. Emily's eyes all but asked out loud how he was in bed. I smiled back. A minute later she returned with two glasses of white wine and another smile. I reached and squeezed her hand. "Thanks, Emily." I owed her one for the underage delivery.
Jared's green eyes were getting to me, even though the conversation was just about school and what did we think we were going to major in. Standard date conversation. He had an easy manner and a slightly husky voice that was affecting parts of me. A little voice inside advised, "If this is the night, you better warm up for him, wannabe sexpot."
I turned over his hand and ran my fingernail down his lifeline. "I'm not sure I deserve this. I have a reputation for being hard on guys."
"I checked you out. You study hard, you run hard, you volunteer for charity projects, you are not much into dating."
The halibut was fresh and flakey. I stalled with another bite of fish.
Might as well be direct and forget the sex. "My folks got divorced last winter. It's been a tough year at my house."
"Dealing with a boyfriend wasn't on the list?"
Conversation went downhill after that and I was feeling really low by the time we finished eating. But determined to hold up my end of the date. Held tight to his hand as we left and told him with a smile about fresh meringue and berries at home.
"I wondered about the smell earlier, but was afraid to hear you say it wasn't for us."
