In Laymon's Terms

It all happened pretty fast.

The party was going full tilt when they entered. The music was cranked so high he felt the thump of the bass deep in his chest. The smell of pot permeated the place.

People were everywhere. On the stairs. Making out on the furniture. Dancing in the huge ballroom. Mike didn’t really notice the men. The women, however, were the most beautiful he had ever seen in person. He was sure some of them had to be models. And the incredible thing was, there were far more girls than guys in the house.

It seemed everybody knew Greg and Duncan. They were getting high-fives and knocking fists with dozens of guys. And they were kissing and hugging as many women. He saw Duncan grab the asses of a couple of them and give long squeezes. The chicks just laughed.

Mike was amazed. I’ll never be that cool.

But Greg and Duncan were cool. And they introduced him to everybody. He couldn’t care less about the guys. The incredible thing was the way the women reacted. He was getting hugs and kisses just like Greg and Duncan did.

He was really part of their circle.

One gorgeous redhead (Greg introduced her as Mandy) pulled him close with her left hand. She pressed her breasts against his chest.

They felt like soft pillows. She smelled like roses.

Then, with no warning, she rubbed her other hand up and down the front of Mike’s pants.

That had never happened to him before. Involuntarily, he jumped back.

The redhead gave him a wicked little smile and walked away.

His penis began to stiffen.

I can’t get a hard-on now, not in front of everyone.

He tried to take a deep breath and calm down, but the thought wouldn’t go away.

She actually rubbed my dick.

He was suddenly sure she thought he was a dick after the way he reacted.

I’m acting like a virgin.

He was determined not to blow it. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Greg and Duncan.

“Mandy’s hot, huh?” Greg was right behind him. Did he see what happened?

“Uh, yeah. You, uh, know her pretty well?”

Greg just smiled. “Would you like to get to know her better?”

Mike swallowed and thought about the beautiful redhead rubbing his crotch. “Yeah.”

“Then I’d turn around.”

He whirled about and found Mandy standing behind him. She was smiling and holding two cups of beer.

“I sort of got the impression you might be getting thirsty,” she said. She handed him one of the beers.

He knew he should say something. He didn’t trust himself to speak. Instead, he lifted the cup to his lips and drained it.

“I guess I was right.” She drank her own beer in one long swallow. He watched her long, slender neck ripple.

She licked foam from her lips, sat her cup on an end table next to a vase of flowers, and took his hand. “I want to go for a walk.”

Mike knew he was about to become an ex-virgin.

3.

They went out one of the back doors and stepped onto an immaculately maintained lawn. It was small. As Mandy led him to the edge, he saw why. The garden ended at the top of a steep slope that led down to the beach. He could hear the ocean’s rumble and see the occasional white-capped wave.

He didn’t see any steps. A place like this surely had steps down to the beach. But if she wanted to do it on the sand, he would gladly risk the climb down.

That wasn’t what she had in mind.

She pushed him down on the soft grass at the edge of the garden.

“What are you—”

“Shhhh.” She pressed a finger to his lips. She worked the finger between his lips and slowly inserted the tip. He began to suck on it. She withdrew her finger and leaned over him, pressing her own lips to his. She replaced her finger with her tongue. She straddled him and began to slowly grind herself against him.

He was harder than he’d ever been.

She finished the kiss and sat up. She pulled her sweater over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She took his hands and put them on her breasts.

She moaned and thrust against him harder.

She backed away from him and he lost his grip on her breasts.

She worked her way down to his jeans and unfastened them. She pulled them down past his erection. He was so stunned it took him a moment to realize he needed to lift his butt off the ground to help her.

When he was exposed to the night air, she took him into her mouth. He was sure he was going to explode right there. Fortunately (or unfortunately), she stopped.

She stood up, smiling down at him, her gorgeous breasts seeming to glow in the moonlight. She reached under her skirt and removed her panties. She tossed them to the side and, leaving her skirt on, she straddled him again and put him inside her.

In all the stories he had read, in all the fantasies he had, he never imagined it would feel this good. He wanted to make it last, to not appear to be a virgin.

He started reciting the titles of Raymond Chandler novels in his mind to postpone his orgasm.