Fic : Understanding
“She’s a virgin,” The apparition that looked like Laura stated. Nicholas stared at the vision of his deceased wife. His pants were tight, slowly loosening as the blood left his penis and reentered the rest of his circulatory system. He was sitting on the edge of the seat that he’d started to favor in the new control room, his control room, and until a minute and a half before, his lap had been full of a warm body. “you had to have felt that.” He had, encountering a taut surface where he’d only once, so very many years before, ever encountered something. Not even Laura, who had spent their mutual youth riding horses had lost that particular bit of anatomy before they’d joined together in bed. “And no, Nicholas, if you were diagnosing her virginity by her hymen, you’re doing it wrong. You scared her.”
“She was shaking.” He’d thought it was nerves, arousal. It hadn’t been. Sure, she’d been slick around the finger that he’d snaked through her underwear, but her hands had gripped at his shoulders. Oh. Oh! “And she wasn’t sure what to do or think.” He blinked. “I thought that she was nervous, but not scared.”
“Not just that.” Laura glared at him. “Something else.” Her cheeks had been red, her shoulders hunched as she’d rushed out at the call over the comm. system, Eli’s hands on the buttons of her jeans, fastening them tightly as she went to answer the on-duty call.
“Worried about how I would react.” He wasn’t the easiest person to work with, and Laura had made many jokes about how easy or hard it was to love him, perhaps he thought that she would be judged for that.
This time it involved Eli’s nest in the core room, Nicholas having wrapped his hands around her thighs and enjoying the warmth of her ass flowing into his hands as he moved on hand up the curving back and to the generous occupiers of the t-shirt. The bra was unsnapped, and it had not been his degree in physics but rather the practical lessons that he had practiced with Laura that allowed him to do that, and the hand went to the front of the bra, seeking the flesh on the underside of the breast usually supported by the heavy spandex of her combination sports bra.
Pressing upwards, he’d felt the fabric of the shirt wrinkle and bunch as he was able to free a nipple with his hand, and then embrace it with his mouth. An incautious nibble and she was gasping in pleasure. As his fingers started to dig into her thigh and he pressed up, trying to alleviate pressure in his groin without conscious thought, her hands on his shoulders playing with his hair grasped, then pushed away.
Again, he watched her stumble pale-faced out of the room.
“Why don’t you just ask her?” Laura’s voice went against the beat of his pacing through the room, rambling and ranting about his person, perceived lack in this. “Elisabeth is an honest young woman; she would answer you if you would just ask.”
“Honest young woman?” Nicholas was laughing, his hysterics and discontent bubbling. “What exactly does that make me, a corrupter of the innocent?”
“I doubt she’s that innocent.” Laura was smiling. “She went to MIT and I know that you called some friends there to ask about her performance in classes and such. What did they say about her?”
“Outgoing, friendly, bright. Not the most brilliant or logical mind.” There had been a few other things. “Capable of intuitive leaps that she could, once made, create the math to back up.” Other things. “That she and her girlfriend were inseparable.”
“Girlfriend?” Laura’s voice told him that he’d already known the answer but not that it was an answer, and he frowned.
“She’s a lesbian, a virgin to men who is having multiple issues with us, together, sexually.”
“It would certainly explain your problem.” Laura looked at him, and Nicholas could feel his innards crumble together. “Elisabeth does like you.”
“Shh…” This time he had her, her jeans around her knees and the sweatshirt twisted so her hands were out of the way. One hand was in her, a finger stroking in and out of her as she swelled around his finger. “You look lovely, spread out for me like this.” Nicholas hoped that his whispered words would calm her. “Hold still,” her hips stopped thrusting up for a moment after he moved the hand that had held him aloft above her to her bare stomach, playing with the elastic of Elisabeth’s underwear. “Eli, hold still and just feel for a moment,” he could feel her vibrate against him, the nub underneath his thumb throbbing with blood as he pressed against it, a moan escaping her lips as her stomach heaved and he could feel the walls around his fingers clench. “pleasure only, Eli. It’s only pleasure from another person, the gender doesn’t matter of the person who gives it to you, as long as they care for you.” Her eyes were fluttering at him, murmured words coming into his ear.
“God, Nicholas!”
“No need to take my name in vain.” Elisabeth chuckled and clenched around him again as he played with her more.
“She was shaking.” He’d thought it was nerves, arousal. It hadn’t been. Sure, she’d been slick around the finger that he’d snaked through her underwear, but her hands had gripped at his shoulders. Oh. Oh! “And she wasn’t sure what to do or think.” He blinked. “I thought that she was nervous, but not scared.”
“Not just that.” Laura glared at him. “Something else.” Her cheeks had been red, her shoulders hunched as she’d rushed out at the call over the comm. system, Eli’s hands on the buttons of her jeans, fastening them tightly as she went to answer the on-duty call.
“Worried about how I would react.” He wasn’t the easiest person to work with, and Laura had made many jokes about how easy or hard it was to love him, perhaps he thought that she would be judged for that.
This time it involved Eli’s nest in the core room, Nicholas having wrapped his hands around her thighs and enjoying the warmth of her ass flowing into his hands as he moved on hand up the curving back and to the generous occupiers of the t-shirt. The bra was unsnapped, and it had not been his degree in physics but rather the practical lessons that he had practiced with Laura that allowed him to do that, and the hand went to the front of the bra, seeking the flesh on the underside of the breast usually supported by the heavy spandex of her combination sports bra.
Pressing upwards, he’d felt the fabric of the shirt wrinkle and bunch as he was able to free a nipple with his hand, and then embrace it with his mouth. An incautious nibble and she was gasping in pleasure. As his fingers started to dig into her thigh and he pressed up, trying to alleviate pressure in his groin without conscious thought, her hands on his shoulders playing with his hair grasped, then pushed away.
Again, he watched her stumble pale-faced out of the room.
“Why don’t you just ask her?” Laura’s voice went against the beat of his pacing through the room, rambling and ranting about his person, perceived lack in this. “Elisabeth is an honest young woman; she would answer you if you would just ask.”
“Honest young woman?” Nicholas was laughing, his hysterics and discontent bubbling. “What exactly does that make me, a corrupter of the innocent?”
“I doubt she’s that innocent.” Laura was smiling. “She went to MIT and I know that you called some friends there to ask about her performance in classes and such. What did they say about her?”
“Outgoing, friendly, bright. Not the most brilliant or logical mind.” There had been a few other things. “Capable of intuitive leaps that she could, once made, create the math to back up.” Other things. “That she and her girlfriend were inseparable.”
“Girlfriend?” Laura’s voice told him that he’d already known the answer but not that it was an answer, and he frowned.
“She’s a lesbian, a virgin to men who is having multiple issues with us, together, sexually.”
“It would certainly explain your problem.” Laura looked at him, and Nicholas could feel his innards crumble together. “Elisabeth does like you.”
“Shh…” This time he had her, her jeans around her knees and the sweatshirt twisted so her hands were out of the way. One hand was in her, a finger stroking in and out of her as she swelled around his finger. “You look lovely, spread out for me like this.” Nicholas hoped that his whispered words would calm her. “Hold still,” her hips stopped thrusting up for a moment after he moved the hand that had held him aloft above her to her bare stomach, playing with the elastic of Elisabeth’s underwear. “Eli, hold still and just feel for a moment,” he could feel her vibrate against him, the nub underneath his thumb throbbing with blood as he pressed against it, a moan escaping her lips as her stomach heaved and he could feel the walls around his fingers clench. “pleasure only, Eli. It’s only pleasure from another person, the gender doesn’t matter of the person who gives it to you, as long as they care for you.” Her eyes were fluttering at him, murmured words coming into his ear.
“God, Nicholas!”
“No need to take my name in vain.” Elisabeth chuckled and clenched around him again as he played with her more.