Lovers for the First Time

Her lips were addictive JC decided as he watched Gabby in an animated discussion with Lance. He hadn’t been afforded much time alone with her since the day after their date. She didn’t seem to be avoiding him, not by the way she would meet his gaze. She wanted him to kiss her again. Things had just gotten hectic. A couple equipment glitches, some wardrobe snafus and plain bad luck had kept them apart – that and the fact she usually slept in adjoining room anymore. He missed her soft, disturbing presence in his bed – even when all they did was sleep.

Gabby glanced up to see JC studying her. He had been doing that quite a lot lately. At first she thought she had grown another head, the way he seemed like he was fascinated and intrigued. Today, his eyes were much more open. He wanted to be kissed – she agreed whole-heartedly he needed a kiss, too. When her conversation ended, she went to stand before him, gazing into those clear blue eyes of his.

He slipped his hand beneath her hair to rest it on her neck. Gently, he pulled her to her toes as his mouth descended. There was no hurry, just a sweet lingering kiss.

“I’ve missed the taste of you,” he murmured against her cheek.

“I have been here.” And wanting you, she thought.

“I didn’t know if you wanted it known that you and I have progressed into romantic interests.”

“Are you asking if I care that others know we kiss? I would not care to how you say ‘French kiss’ in front of an audience – that is so very intimate. As for nice kisses, I do not care if others know I enjoy your mouth.”

JC smiled. He just loved the way she talked – so many words just to say, 'Kiss me!'

“Thanks, princess, you can bet it won’t be so long before I kiss you again.”

“Why wait?” She pulled him down to capture his mouth – and that’s how it felt.

He was ensnared completely by the taste of her hunger, her desire. When her tongue slipped between his lips, he mated his to it in a sensual tangle. He pulled her hard against him imprinting her body on his, bending her back slightly when the arm at her waist tightened around her.

“Gabby...oh, God, baby... I want...” He’d barely caught his breath before she nipped at his throat, then soothed the bite with soft, long licks.

“Is it me you want, JC?” she demanded huskily.

“Oh, yeah, I want you so bad...I’ll be good to you, baby, I promise.” It was his turn to seduce. He licked and nibbled at her neck, her ears.

Gabby hadn’t known desire could be this way. She had fully expected it to be non-threatening -- pleasant at the very most. She had heard so many horror stories of men being beasts in the bedroom, she believed no man could make her feel this excited, this anxious, this longing. Was it because this man was special, her destiny – or had she been told tales to frighten her?

“I have to stop,” JC panted, setting her a little ways from him.

“Why?” she asked, completely dazed.

“Not because I want to, believe me. I gotta get myself under control before sound check.”

Gabby dropped her eyes to the front of his jeans. “Oh, mon Dieu!... Does it hurt?”

“It’s not comfortable,” he mused. “But I’ll live.”

Tentatively, she reached out and put two fingertips to the bulge. “Ooh! It is very hard.”

JC chuckled sheepishly. “Yeah, it is.”

“I am so very sorry. I—“

”Gabby,” he scolded softly. “I’m not. I love what you do to me without half-trying.”

“You do?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then you do not think I am, how you say, a tease?”

“No. A tease does it deliberately and has no intention of putting out. You didn’t do it on purpose.”

“But I have not ‘put out’.”

“Even if you never do, baby, believe me, you aren’t a tease.”

There was a sudden rumble of thunder. Gabby yelped and crowded against JC.

“Shh...princess, it is okay,” he crooned. “I’m here.”

During the sound check party, JC’s eyes kept going to Gabby. She huddled in a corner, her gaze watching every move he made, not letting him far from her sight. He could hardly wait for this to be over, to comfort her again.

“What’s wrong with the princess?” Chris asked.

“She’s scared to death of storms.”

“Too bad. I hear it’s supposed to last all night.”

“Guess I get to play Daddy tonight.” Damn and he’d had other plans!

“Poor kid.”

“Guess no one ever comforted her when she was little.”

“I can imagine a drafty old mansion in a storm.”

JC motioned for Gabby to join him, then watched as she scurried to his side.

“JC your security blanket?” Chris asked as the other man pulled Gabby against his side and nuzzled her.

“Oui. He is the first since I was a small child not to amuse himself at my expense,” she said, forestalling any taunts.

“It’s okay, Gabby,” JC soothed. “Let’s go grab some down time.” He turned her towards the steps and then to his “quiet” room.

How does one seduce one's favorite person in the world? Gabby pondered as she prepared for bed that night. JC had been tired and silent on the way back to the hotel, so she didn’t know how well she would be received if she attempted such a move...

“Gabby!” JC called from the open adjoining door.

She stepped out of the bathroom to answer him. “Oui, JC.”

“Baby, it’s supposed to storm tonight, so I’m leaving my door open. If you want privacy you can close your side.”

Gabby nodded.

“And if you get scared, just climb on in with me.”

“Merci. That is very kind of you.”

“Night, baby” he said in parting and went back into his room.

JC left the connecting door between their rooms open, as he had said. Undressing, he pulled on his loose cotton pants and t-shirt he wore as pajamas. He climbed into bed and was about to switch off the light when the rustle of silk announced Gabby.

“JC?”

“Come in, baby,” he said before he turned his head. Oh my God! He thought when he saw the diaphanous pale pink, silk gown she wore. Didn’t she realize he could see the dusky color of her nipples and the dark triangle between her legs? “If you’re coming in here, you’d better put more on,” he warned her huskily.

Gabby approached the bed, her courage wavering at his scowling expression. “Do you not like looking at me?”

“You know the answer to that, princess. I like looking at you just fine.”

Bravely, she slipped the straps from each shoulder. Shrugging, the gown pooled at her feet.

JC gasped at the bounty revealed to him. How was he not supposed to haul her into bed? She was standing there in naked perfection begging for it! “You’d damn well better get your sweet little butt back into your room before I give you exactly what you’re asking for” he growled.

“JC, I–I want you to be my first,” she told him just above a whisper.

“Gabby, you don’t want this, not right now.” They had barely gone beyond kissing!

“But I do, JC. I promise I do.” Approaching the bed, she held out her hand in supplication. “I trust you.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” Just looking at her, he was hard and ready.

“You have been so very good to me...”

“This is not the way to show gratitude.”

She shook her head. “You do not understand. I choose not to share my first time with the pig my father wishes me to marry. I would rather someone gentle and caring take me first. Then I shall know it does not always have to be terrible.”

“But, baby—“ He never finished. His arms were full of the soft, scented flesh of her body. Groaning, his arms closed around her. Laying her back on the pillows, he moved beside her. “Princess, be very sure. Once it’s done, it can’t be taken back.”

“I would only regret not choosing my first lover.”

Something very male and very primitive rose in JC. The very thought of another man touching Gabby made his blood boil with jealousy and possessiveness.

“How do I begin?” she asked.

“You don’t. You just let me love you.”

Gabby was stiff and trembling with fear. This was JC, she told herself. JC would cause her a little discomfort as he possibly could. He was a trusted, caring friend. He—

“You are thinking way too much, baby girl,” he crooned. “Relax.”

Relax? He was about to stick his big man part into her little body–

“Gabby, stop,” he commanded softly.

Her eyes met his. She saw tenderness and affection. Oh, yes, lust was there, but it wasn’t the primary emotion.

“Go back to your own room, princess.”

“No, I want–“

”I can’t do this if you act like I’m going to torture you, like I’m something to be endured.”

“Je regretted...”

He gave her a weak smile. “I’m honored you chose me to be your first, but maybe you’d better rethink this.”

“Might I explain something?”

“Sure, if it helps.”

“My mother was forced to marry my father, much in the way he has planned my marriage. She was small as I am and I was told he was not particularly gentle. She hated it when he would come to her. She dutifully bore him a son and a daughter – and then refused him. She was glad when he sought other women.”

So, Gabby believed sex was something a woman had to endure, not enjoy.

“That is not the way it’s supposed to be, princess. Lovemaking can be slow and sweet, or hot and wild, but both people are supposed to enjoy it and have pleasure.

Her soft gray eyes were incredulous. “Truly?”

“Yeah. You like kissing don’t you?”

When JC kissed her in that intimate seductive way of his, a thick, syrupy sensation flooded her entire being. “Very much.”

It had been a shock to him that a beautiful woman like Gabby had never French kissed – but she had been willing to learn and an exceptionally talented student! “Making love should make you feel like that – only more.”

“More?”

“The first time may not be so great, but it shouldn’t be horrible.” He took her small hand and pressed it to his heavy, hot arousal through his pants. At her small gasp, he said, “You’re little. It means I take my time preparing you.”

“Preparing me?”

“Foreplay. I bet your father sucked at foreplay.”

“Foreplay?”

“Jesus, do you know anything about this?” He sounded disgusted.

“No.”

“And you’re how old?”

“Twenty-four.”

“Were you raised in a convent or something?” He had been joking. At her nod of affirmation, he groaned.

“Is that so awful?” she questioned.

“Not awful.” Just damn inconvenient! “Just when were you gonna learn this?”

“I suppose on my wedding night.”

“Not a good time. Guess we start with the basics,” he sighed. Rolling away, he removed his clothes. When her eyes turned into unblinking saucers, he realized she knew next to nothing about men – and doubted she knew much about her own body. “Take a good look, baby girl. This is what an aroused man looks like.”

“Boner,” she said softly.

JC burst out laughing. “What?”

“Justin was taking about boners–“

”I’m gonna hafta talk to him about watching his mouth,” he muttered.

“Is that not a boner?” she asked innocently.

“Yeah, it is.” Lying beside her once more, he touched her face and nuzzled her neck, letting her become accustomed to his hot flesh against her satiny body. “You feel so good to me, baby,” he purred in her ear. “You’re so soft, so sweet.”

Gabby felt a sort of breathless tingling invade her body and limbs. “Were...were you not going to tell me about this foreplay?”

“Not tell you, baby. I’m gonna demonstrate.” He began with soft kisses – until she began to respond hungrily. Then his tongue slipped between her lips, tasting the flavor of her mouth.

Gabby’s passionate nature took over. Her arms twined around his neck as she pressed against him. Her tongue mated and dueled with his. JC groaned when she bit down softly, capturing his tongue to suck on it. How could such a passionate woman push down her instincts for so long? She was a natural at loving!

Tearing his lips from hers, he drug them across her cheek to her ear. His tongue traced the shell and he felt her shiver in delight. He nipped at the lobe then bathed it with his tongue, “That’s my baby girl,” he whispered.

“JC!” Gabby gasped as his hands traveled to her breasts, gently squeezing them and plucking at the tips. Before she could catch her breath, his mouth followed. He teased one of the hardening buds with his tongue before closing his lips around it to suck tenderly. When he drew on the other nipple, her hands lifted to hold his head to her, never wanting him to stop. She never suspected that she could enjoy a man’s touch so thoroughly. Heat pooled between her legs and radiated throughout her body.

JC lifted his head to kiss her again. This time, she met him aggressively. Her legs moved apart to cradle him. Moving from his head, her hands skimmed down his body, learning the feel of him by tactile exploration.

“That’s it, Gabby,” he purred against her cheek. “Touch me. Touch me everywhere.”

“Everywhere?” she asked, breathless.

“Yeah – everywhere.”

“Even?...” She let the question hang in the air.

“Oh, yeah, even there.”

Her little pink mouth made an “o.” “What if I do something wrong?”

“It won’t break off,” he promised teasingly.

Innocent hands explored JC’s muscled torso, making him moan softly with pleasure. She may have known little about love, but she seemed eager to learn.

“Oh, God!” The breath pushed out of his lungs when tentative fingers stroked his manhood.

Gabby pulled back her hand as if burned. “I hurt you!”

“No…no, that felt wonderful.”

“It did?”

He gave her a lazy smile. “You’ve got soft, gentle hands. I like them on my body.”

Gabby smiled. “I like you touching me.”

“I’m glad.”

She was convinced JC was the right man to initiate her first time in sex. “What next?”

He sent a hand wandering down her body. When he reached the triangle of dark curls below her belly, he stroked the slit lightly.

“Oh!” she cried out in surprise when one finger moved into her.

“I like going down, but it may be too soon for that.”

“Going down?”

“Making love to you with my mouth.”

Her eyes went wide again. “You mean, your lips and tongue?... There?”

“Yes.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Would it hurt you? No, I’ve had some women tell me it is even more powerful than making love.”

“Might I try it?”

JC kissed her tenderly. “If you want to, I’ll do it.”

“Oui, s’il tu plait. I would like to try it, please”

“Such a polite baby,” he mused, dropping a light kiss on her lips.

“Good manners are always in style.”

JC grinned. He couldn’t remember a time when “please” and “thank you” were used in the bedroom. Gabby was so old school, so truly innocent.

“JC?” she voiced her uncertainty at his silence.

He slid his fingertips along her dewy, swollen slit, making her shiver delicately. “You’ll taste so good, Gabby,” he murmured as he came above her. “All that sweet love cream will be just for me.” His mouth left a trail of damp kisses down her torso.

Without knowing what she was asking for, her body arched up just as his mouth came in contact with her outer petals.

“Mmm...” It was an unfamiliar sensation – but it was very pleasant. A soft “ooh” followed his leisurely licks along those secret lips. “I–I had no idea...” she sighed happily as he continued taking little tastes of her. This was lovely. This lavish, sinful feeling of being adored and pleasured...“JC!” she cried out when he thrust his tongue into her not center. As his tongue danced and swirled around her pleasure pearl, she squirmed restlessly – her body trying to reach for... something...His hands stilled her thighs as he continued his most tender assault. Then his lips closed about the jewel. “Mon Dieu!” Then she was there. Her body tightened with a delirious, unrelenting tension until she was flung into a rapturous tidal wave that crashed her onto a beach of bliss. “JC!”

He continued to lap up her offering until she cried out again, then he moved between her legs, thrusting into her while she still quaked. He felt a little resistance before he was buried deep in her with heated core. “You okay?” he asked.

She had felt a brief burning, pinching sensation, but it was quickly followed by a feeling of completeness with him a part of her. “I like it already.” she assured him with an encouraging smile.

He returned her smile as he began to move. “Yeah, it feels great.”

It was wondrous for Gabby. With each stroke, he sent her towards that pinnacle of pleasure once again.

“JC, it is happening again!” she whispered in a panic.

“Just go with it, baby.” He kissed her hungrily. “I’m right behind you.”

Going taut beneath him, her nails dug into his back. “JC!” An even more cataclysmic shockwave of ecstasy swept over her. “Ahh!...”

JC followed as she tightened around him. “Gabby baby!”

It was several long moments before he raised his head from her shoulder as they both waited for breath to return. “You okay?” he panted.

Gabby gave him a dazed smile. “My mother never knew it could be like this.” Smoothing his damp hair back, she added, “It makes me incredibly sad for her – but wonderfully glad for me.”

“Like I said, it was for both of us.” Reluctantly, he lifted off of her.

“Merci beaucoup...The demonstration was most enlightening,” she teased.

JC laughed. “Brat princess.”

“Am I supposed to feel like this?”

“Like what?”

“All loose and slumberous and...” Gabby searched for the right words. “Content and happy.”

“Yeah, baby. Means I did it right for you.” He bussed her forehead tenderly. “I’m glad.”

“Moi aussi,” she sighed happily, closing her eyes as he held her. “Me, too.”

“Gonna go to sleep on me?”

“Hmm...Do not take offense...”

“I won’t.” Reaching down, JC pulled the covers over them then brought her against him once more. “Night, Gabby.”

“Mmm...oui...bonne nuit, JC.”

JC slowly opened his eyes. The bedroom was cloaked in darkness and warmth radiated from the soft body curled against his. The previous night came flooding back to him.

Gabby had come to him.

He had initiated Gabby into the joys of lovemaking. For being such a sophisticated girl, she had been tremendously naive and archaic in her beliefs. When he had shown her that both of them could enjoy the pleasures of their bodies, she had been surprised and grateful. His beautiful, innocent Gabby.

“JC?” Gabby woke to find a beautifully naked male body wrapped around her. It hadn’t been a dream. He had shown her unknown delights in this bed hours before.

“Hmm?”

She reached a hand up to trace the outline of his firm lips, then leaned up for a soft kiss. “If prizes were given for the best first lover, I would give you top honors.”

He smiled lazily. “We both wanted it, baby.”

“Might I convince you to want it again?”

Just the tone of her question made him harden. “You’ll be sore,” he warned.

“Must I seduce you?”

JC came above her marveling how her thighs parted for him. “No, baby...I just don’t want to hurt you.”

“You will not hurt me by lavishing your love on me, mon cheri.”

It began with soft, lingering kisses...

JC moved into his room like he as lead. The late night and early morning play with Gabby left him needing sleep. When she begged off going to the performance, he thought maybe she would be waiting for him in her sexy nightgown. But she wasn’t in his room. That was fine, he told himself as he showered.

He was lying. It wasn’t fine. Gabby was suppose to be eagerly awaiting her lover – him! She was supposed to want him so madly she couldn’t wait. She was suppose to—

He flung open the adjoining door to confront her. He found her peacefully asleep in her regular nightgown. Oh, God, she was so beautiful, almost other worldly beautiful. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he stroked her hair tenderly.

Gabby woke to find JC beside her, petting her like a cat. “Bon soir, mon cheri,” she purred, giving him a drowsy smile.

“Hi, Gabs.”

“Do you need something?”

“Why aren’t you in my bed, baby?”

“Qu’set ce?…What do you mean?”

“We made love last night...”

“And this morning. It was wonderful.”

“Then why aren’t you in there?”

“I was not summoned.”

“Summoned?”

“JC, in my world a lady never goes to a man’s bed chamber without an invitation – or an order to do so. More times than not, he will visit her then leave.”

That’s right. Sex was for procreation and a man’s lust in her society. “Don’t you want us to make love again?” he asked.

“Mais oui! But of course!”

He pulled her covers back and scooped her up. Carrying here to his bed, JC said, “Consider yourself summoned – every night.” Placing her on his big bed, he flung off his robe and lay next to her.

Gabby opened like a flower, responding to every kiss and caress, every flick of the tongue and nibble. In turn, she stroked, nipped and licked where he liked it most. When he came to her, it was almost a union of souls.