Awkward Sex
I’m still plugging away at the book, and put down another six or so pages today. I just finished a chapter dealing with my main character’s first sexual encounter. He’s a bit of a nerd, or a sociopath, or both, and he’s in his 30s when he finally is deflowered. The scene is intended to be both awkward and touching with a constant undercurrent of “what the hell?”
Here’s a couple of bits from the chapter (put the kids to bed if you’re going to read aloud):
She unclasped her bra and slid her shoulders out of it. Her back still to me, she flung the undergarment over her shoulder. It landed on my head, the cups draped over my ears like a set of vintage headphones.
Turning her face towards me, she giggled at the sight. I smiled, and shook the bra off.
She stepped backwards until she was a foot away, and continued her slow dance. Putting both of her thumbs under the band of her underwear, she slid them over her buttocks and slowly down her slender legs. My face was less than six inches from her backside, which she wiggled for my benefit.
She stepped out of her underwear, splitting her legs open slightly to do it. Any deficiencies I had hitherto experienced gave way to a giant rush, a flood of blood into my member. I leaned forward and planted my face firmly in between her buttocks.
She let out a little yelp followed by laughter.
“Okay,” she said. “I see where this is going.”
She turned around and let me see her front. Her thin frame, slightly flat breasts and muscular legs gave her a boyish appearance, but this did not deter me. For some magical reason, seeing her exposed vagina up close gave me a boost of sexual vigor, and I felt that nothing would stop me from releasing within it.
Taking a step back again, she resumed her dance and encouraged me to rise and join her. I did, stripping off my clothes clumsily as I approached.
Standing across from her, I felt a surge of adrenaline, a singular need to enter, to consume. I wanted to take her in my hand and spread her over my body like lotion, until she melted into my skin.
“I need to be inside you,” I said.
“Oh yeah?”
“Right now.”
“Wow,” she said, taking me into her hand again. “I guess you would be ready, after all that time.”
I grabbed her and pulled her toward me. My sudden and firm grip impressed her, as she let out a slight squeal. I kissed her harshly, leaving my eyes open slightly, for fear of a vision’s rough entrance. She, too, had her eyes slightly open, which caused us both to smile.
“I’m going to toss you on that bed and make love to you,” I reported, our lips still smashed together.
“I hope so,” she answered, causing our teeth to momentarily connect.
I’d like to say that accessing her was easy, but it was not. I pushed too hard at first, not hard enough later. While this is to be expected from a virgin attempting to take command over an experienced partner, I felt no awkwardness during the act, only the deep need to make her my receptacle.