Page 85 of The Other Side of Paradise

I stood up, alighting delicately on the floor, before I slipped my panties down too, dropping them onto the tarp, stepping out and kicking them off onto the floor. Allison whimpered softly, her eyes falling to my thighs, and I shifted back onto the stool.“Take me in,” I whispered, taking the same posture as before—legs slightly spread, feeling the warm air of the room on my center, my nipples hardening in the open air. “I want to see my body the way you see it.”

“Wow. I’m not going to be able to focus on… on painting.”

I laughed softly. “Do your best, Allison.”

She turned sharply back to the canvas, nodding. Did a quick sketch, and I moved to another position, leaning back against the wall with my arms folded behind my head. Once she’d sketched me like that, I moved to the couch, lying back on it, and I hiked one leg up over the back of the couch. That one, she liked—got a separate canvas and sketched onto it, seemingly dedicating it just to me. Just to my body. I wondered if she’d make a finished painting, keep it around, look at it and think of me… if she’d look into my eyes in the painting like I’d had her look into mine.

“Say, Allison?” I said while she started on it, my voice low, and she jolted, just a little.

“Yeah?”

“What’s it like to have sex with a woman?”

“Oh, my god. That’s a question. Um…” She reddened further, focusing solely on the canvas. “Good.”

“That’s it, huh?”

“I mean, I don’t have a frame of reference. I’ve only had sex with women. But… I mean…” She loosened up just a little—not much, but enough to sketch, not taking her eyes off it. “I mean, women… feel nice. Smell nice. Sound nice. Look nice.”

“Taste nice?”

She paused, pencil mid-stroke, blushing somehow harder. “I mean… yeah.”

“That’s really hot that you like giving oral, you know,” I said, my voice a husky, playful tease. “I’ve never known someone who likes giving it that much.”

“W-well. I, um… I mean, I think it’s hot that you… like receiving it. And telling me… telling someone what to do…” She didn’t take her eyes off the canvas for an instant the whole time, flushing red down to her neck, and I smiled.

“Was that what you were thinking about? When you got off in the car?”

“Oh god. Um… yes,” she mumbled. “You telling me what to do and me… um… doing it.”

“Was it weird, your first time?”

“I mean, my first time was last year, so it just felt weird that it took me as long as it did. But, um… I mean, yeah. Isn’t it weird for everyone’s first time? Was your first time having sex not weird?”

I laughed. I was getting warm in my thighs… “It was weird,” I said. “He didn’t know what he was doing, and neither did I. He put his dick inside me and it felt like… honestly, not much of anything. I worried I was broken.”

“Yeah. That sounds about right. I mean, I didn’t actually like oral the first time,” she said, and I perked up.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s a weird texture in your… mouth…” she said, trailing off into embarrassment as it sank in what exactly she was saying, focusing on the painting. She pursed her lips before she mumbled, “And she also just wasn’t very good, so, um… yeah.”

Maybe everybody felt the same way. I mean, hell, most of my friends were weirded out by their first times with guys, not knowing what to do with a penis even when they were turned on around one. I mean,myfirst time with a dick was like… it took me a minute to figure it out. “But then you came to like it.”

“It’s really, really hot, once you’re used to it,” she mumbled. “Like, feeling their hips move, hearing the noises they make, feeling them throb…”

“Mm. It’s hot hearing you talk about it.”

She swallowed, switching to her brush and starting on sweeping strokes before she said, “It’s hot… talking to you… about it.”

“Are you getting turned on?”

“Fuck. I mean, yeah…”

“Me too,” I said quietly. “I bet you do amazing…”

“Oh my god—Stella.” She gripped the brush tighter, giving me a wild look before her gaze drifted down my body and landed on my core, and I saw the twitch of her legs turning inward. “You… are you… thinking about…”