Page 189 of The First Taste

Her eyes drift closed. Her legs spread a little wider. “You, Calum. I think about you. I wonder… I wonder what it will feel like the first time you stretch me out…”

That image is too powerful for me. I come suddenly and without warning, shouting her nickname.

“Fuck, beauty! Fuck!”

I thrust upward, pulsing my release out onto her stomach, guiding our bodies together. For a second, I can’t even think or speak.

I come back to myself after half a minute to find Kaia still splayed out on my lap, pressing the vibrator against her clit and rocking her hips against it.

I withdraw the necklace box from my pocket, cracking it open. Inside lies a thin platinum chain, hung with the most exquisite diamond pendant I’ve ever seen.

Kaia pauses when she lays eyes on it, her body freezing up. “Calum, I?—“

I shush her, moving her hair aside and clasping the necklace around the slim column of her throat. She touches the pendant, awestruck. “It’s beautiful.”

I pull her down to kiss her lips, pressing her whole body against mine. “Just like you. Now just relax…”

I flick the remote, turning it up two more notches. The panties are now vibrating so hard that I can feel it buzzing against my thigh.

Kaia closes her eyes and kisses me desperately, needing to come. She thrusts and rocks her hips, her fingers pressing the vibrator into her clit.

“Oh, I’m going to?—“

She spasms violently, her whole body convulsing, her mouth dropping open. She howls with pleasure, panting when she’s done riding the wave of ecstasy. Only then do I turn off the device.

Only then does Kaia open her eyes, dropping a kiss on my lips. We lay together like that for a long time, drifting, unwilling to break the intimacy of the moment.

Kaia

“No sucking in your stomach!” Gus, the elderly costumer, reminds me for the sixth time.

I scrunch up my face. “Sorry, Gus.”

He tuts and goes back to fidgeting with something very close to my butt. I pull myself upright, so I look grand standing on a three foot tall step stool, trying hard to keep my body shape the same. No sucking my stomach in, no letting my back and ab muscles relax either. It’s a special kind of torture, I’m pretty sure.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I cock my head. The woman standing before me seems so slender beside the portly Gus. I’m dressed head to toe in shimmering fabric. My tutu is a dark purplish red, the bodice of it stark white. Trailing down and crossing my whole body are the most delicate, intricate lilac flowers I’ve ever seen.

That part makes me smile. I am the Lilac fairy, after all. I’m dancing the part of the fairy that saves Sleeping Beauty — or gets as close as she can, anyway.

I bite my lip, unable to suppress a little grin. I’m content.

No, more than that.

I’m happy.

Rehearsals start soon. I’ve told Calum about H’s threats and he has promised to deal with them. And on top of all that, I think Calum will finally seal the deal soon.

This could be my last week as a virgin. And I honestly cannot fucking wait.

“Too much belly!” Gus snaps.

“Oh, sorry, sorry!” I try to suck it in just enough. “Is that okay?”

Gus doesn’t answer, he just hmmphs. As I stand perfectly still, staring at myself, I start to imagine people in the mirror. Specifically I see my father heading down the hall, his face set in a stoic pout. I wrinkle my nose at that.

Of all the people to conjure, I chose him? I close my eyes and try to keep myself perfectly still.

It’s not until my father actually growls at me that I realize that he’s really here, in the fitting room with me.