A Girl Like You by vinnie Kinsella (good books to read for 12 year olds .TXT) 📕

guess you do,” he said, smiling. Then he brought his fingers to his mouth to taste me. “Yum,” he said.

I was almost embarrassed by how wet I was, by the slurping noises we both heard as he moved his fingers inside me. Those thoughts washed away as he pulled the top of my slit firmly upward. I felt my clit pop out from under its sheath. No one had ever done that. Then he lowered his face and started swirling his tongue all around it.

“Ahhh,” I groaned, unable to contain myself.

I reached down to stroke his ears. I didn’t want to just lie there enjoying myself, but when I started to sit up, he gently pushed me back down.

“Shhhh,” he said, his lips pressing into me, tongue still moving.

Two long dog noses poked out over the edge of the bed, then two sets of eyes were staring at us as if they knew exactly what we were doing.

“Go back to sleep,” Jeremy said, and the doggie faces disappeared.

Using his fingers and his tongue, he stroked me and lapped at me until I was bucking my hips all over, the comforter rippling beneath my back. Jeremy put his hands under my ass and pulled me even closer, until his face was buried in me. Just as I felt the waves building up to orgasm, he sat up and moved away from me.

“Um,” I sputtered, worried that he was done.

Thank God he wasn’t done. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a thick roll of condoms in silver packages.

“You don’t need—” I stopped, trying to think of a casual way to tell him I’d gone through menopause without sounding too much older than he was. But it was always smart to use a condom.

“You’re on the pill? I’m going to use one anyway, babe,” he said, expertly rolling it down his erection.

He lay back down and pulled me over and on top of him in one easy move, pushing on my hips down until he was inside me, sliding in, incredibly snug and warm. We both moaned out loud.

“Wow, you’re tight,” he breathed into my neck.

Yeah, especially for someone who’s had two kids, I thought.

My thoughts were erased as we found our rhythm, Jeremy lifting his hips and me grinding mine down on him.

“Nice sweet pussy,” he whispered.

We started out slowly but couldn’t help but speed up the pace, at last slamming into each other, thrashing, Jeremy biting into my neck and me riding him, not giving a shit what my paunchy stomach looked like. It was exquisite; I’d forgotten how great sex could be.

And then it began in my mind: The Great Orgasm Debate.

Could I get off? Was I even close? How close was he?

I didn’t want him to think he had failed me. Especially at his young age.

I also didn’t want it to look like I wasn’t sexually responsive enough to reach orgasm. Or worse, too old to enjoy it. Could I get off? Was it time to fake it then go home and take care of myself later? Would it be insulting to him if I started rubbing my own clit to come?

Faking it was easy enough, but certainly not the best option. What if—

“Come for me,” Jeremy whispered. “Give it to me. I want it.”

Then he pulled me down by the shoulders so he could bite at my nipples, still hard, and that was it. I forgot to debate, I forgot everything and went. Right. Over. The. Edge. We came almost simultaneously, crashing orgasms that shook our bodies and left us drenched, my head lowered to his chest, both of us gasping for breath.

“Good lord,” I said into his shoulder blade.

“Ditto,” he said, kissing me on the top of my head.

I tried to gracefully roll off him, but ended up half-falling on my side of the blanket. I propped my head up on my arm and hoped I still looked seductive and that my hair wasn’t a rat’s nest. Jeremy got up and went into the bathroom. I heard water running and was glad we had used a condom, because I hadn’t been left with the sticky mess.

Still magnificently naked, Jeremy came back to the bedroom, opened the dresser and took out a tie-dyed pouch. He pulled out a small, dark pipe and started tamping down inside it with his finger.

“You smoke?” he asked, lighting up and drawing heavily on the pipe, exhaling the unmistakable smell of weed.

What the hell was it with men and pot-smoking these days? I was ready to say yes, but remembered I’d have to make my way home on the winding road around the lake, which I’d probably have to circle twice again to find my way.

“Thanks, maybe next time,” I said.

Jeremy’s eyes had gone dreamy. “You’re really something, Jess.”

I lay back down on the rumpled blanket and stared through the skylight at the stars.

“So are you,” I said a moment later.

He opened my legs one more time and planted soft kisses between my thighs, gently, as if he were kissing me good night.

* * *

I waited until Sunday afternoon to text Jeremy, even though it took all the willpower I had to not begin the day with, “Good morning, lover!”

“Hey, had a great time last night…you?” I texted at exactly noon. Good, I thought to myself, nice and casual but still referencing the incredible sex.

I waited at the kitchen table. And waited.

Penny padded in and nudged her nose at my foot. Then she put her little chin up in the air and started barking loud enough to be heard down the street. She had heard Lily’s arrival before the doorbell even rang.

I threw open the front door and Lily bustled in, snow in her hair, on her eyelashes, and falling off the top of her boots.

“Hey sweetie, haven’t seen you in a while!”

“How much did you miss me?”

“This much,” I said, stretching out my arms.

Lily sat down and patted her lap for Penny, who ran to her.

“So, what are you