Page 50 of My Darling Clementine

Chapter thirteen

A True Virgin

“Oh my God. The way you look at me.” Kizzy shivered, her voice amazed. “No one has ever excited me the way you do.”

Spread out under her, her young bride was a sight to behold. Clem stared down at her, thrilled to have such a beautiful woman in her bed. She gazed into Kizzy’s clear blue eyes as her heart pounded, desire surging between them. Clem wouldn’t blink, unwilling to break that connection.

“It’s my turn to tease you.” She burrowed into Kizzy’s cleavage, filling both hands. Squeezing and pleasing, Clem took her time, enjoying the creamy white flesh. She nibbled and licked, suckling like a hungry babe. When Kizzy’s moans grew too loud to ignore, Clem rose to smother them with kisses, rubbing their breasts together, pressing close. She slid one hand down Kizzy’s stomach, fingers finding and twirling her short curls.

Excited butterflies fluttered in Clem’s belly as she deepened their kisses, her fingers exploring lower, teasing Kizzy open. She wanted nothing more than to continue, but Kizzy stopped her hand.

“If you want us to be equal lovers and enjoy each other, we may face a barrier.”

“Barrier?” Clem frowned and tilted her head, rolling them onto their sides to face each other. Her frown cleared. “Oh,” she said, nodding. “Your virginity.”

Kizzy shook her head. “I lost mine at fifteen. But you might still have a hymen.” She grinned and patted Clem’s cheek. “From what you’ve told me, you’ve never let a lover touch you before,” she said. “That makes you a virgin.”

Clem stared at her. “You’re right,” she said, wonder in her voice. “I’m as new to a woman’s touch as you are to penetration.” She shook her head, grinning at Kizzy. “Don’t deny it. You’ve been too curious to have much experience.”

“I confess,” she said, flushing. “If I’m honest, I’ve only been penetrated by one lover, and that was only a few times before we were found out.” She blushed. “We thought we were in love.” She shrugged. “Maybe we were, it’s hard to remember.”

“You were in love with a woman?” Clem felt a tinge of jealousy.

“No, a girl.” Kizzy corrected. “I never knew her as a woman. We were children together, went to school, played before and after church, and lived so close I could see a candle burning in her window at night, a message that she was thinking of me.” She sighed.

“We were thirteen when we kissed for the first time, and it took another two years of fumbling in dark corners, stolen moments from chores, and forbidden touches that felt too good to deny, before we discovered the pleasure of…” she blushed and flashed a smile at Clem, “being together. Her family were farmers, her fingers were already bigger than yours, and she fit two of them inside me. After seeing your johnson last night, I admit I’m curious,” she said, leaning over to kiss Clem, “but right now,” Kizzy kissed her again, then blew puffs of air on her lips, “it’s time to take my groom’s innocence.”

“No one’s ever called me innocent.” Clem laughed as Kizzy moved down, spreading her strong thighs, and settled between them. “This seems so strange; I’ve always kept all my lovers from touching me.” Clem’s curious eyes watched her every move. “That’s all changed with you. I want us to be in each other, me in you and you in me.” She took Kizzy’s hands, squeezing them. “I didn’t know I was waiting for you.”

“Then let’s rid ourselves of this pesky barrier, which,” she reminded Clem, “we don’t even know if you still have, since I hear sports and exercise can break them. I’m going to check, okay?”

“More than okay,” agreed Clem, brown eyes dancing. “Let nothing come between us, wife.”

“As you wish, husband,” she agreed. Skip kissing her ribs and belly, Kizzy used the fingertips of both hands, trailing them over thighs, hips, and lower belly, knowing they sent tiny darts of delight. She settled herself with crisscrossed legs, spreading Clem even wider. Her thumbs stroked the full lips hidden under the unruly bush of thick hair, separating, combing, easing them open until the rich red center of her lover appeared, making her gasp.

“Clem, you’re beautiful,” she said, voice a whisper, surprised when her lover tried to close her legs. “No, no, I mean it.” She looked up with earnest eyes. “You make a handsome man, no denying it. But, darling,” she used the term of endearment for the first time, “down here you’re all woman, and very beautiful.”

Clem’s face flushed a deep red. “I don’t know how to take that,” she sputtered. But as Kizzy blew a hot breath across her exposed flesh, she shuddered and sighed. And as her light fingers began to explore her open slit, goosebumps rose along Clem’s flesh. “I don’t mind,” she announced, moaning as her hips swayed.

Kizzy only smiled and kept her fingers moving, first easing back the sheltering hood, giving the virgin clitoris her first tickle, then down to rim Clem’s vagina, dipping a knuckle in and out, delighted by each gasp. She watched taut belly muscles flex and ripple. With soft encouragement, she said, “Fondle your breasts for me. Tug on your nipples and let me watch.”

Clem’s eyes grew wide in surprise, then she did as Kizzy suggested, her eyes closing at the multiple sensations. Her hips began bouncing.

Stroking both hands along Clem’s spread thighs, Kizzy centered one thumb on her enlarging clitoris, circling with slow moves and endless patience. With the other hand, her long middle finger took possession of the virginal opening, advancing with slow, gentle thrusts as she watched Clem’s expression of growing wonder. When her finger was only a knuckle deep, she felt smooth silky skin in its path. Remembering her own experience, she pulled back out, rose on her knees between Clem’s legs, and leaned forward to kiss her.

“I’m about to break your hymen,” she whispered. “For me, it was a sharp pain that lingered a moment, then I never felt it again.” She toyed with Clem’s breasts. “I wasn’t prepared, and it was a shock. I don’t want that for you, so I’m going to do what I was doing again, and I’ll tell you before I shove two fingers in you, which will break your hymen and let me all the way in.”

Clem looked up at her, raising her arms and pillowing her hands under her head. “You really do know what you’re doing. Take me, sweetheart, I want you inside me.”

Those words stirred Kizzy into action. She fondled, teased, tasted, and squeezed her way down before once more settling between Clem’s muscular legs. Her fingers again raised gooseflesh, and this time as her thumb began its work, those thigh muscles quivered with anticipation. Clem’s hungry eyes watched her.

Pulling the lips open, Kizzy blew puffs of cool air on the hooded clitoris, urging it out of its shell. As it started to swell again, she dipped a finger into the remaining champagne in her glass and ran it around the tiny hill until it surged with aching sensual need.

Clem groaned, her back arched, and her legs spread wider. “More,” she moaned.

Kizzy did it again and saw the telltale sign of moisture gathering at Clem’s opening. “You’re almost wet enough, but I want you sopping, so…” She stopped talking and dipped her tongue down to lick Clem’s now straining clitoris, first fast, then slow, and fast again until slick juice coated her chin.

“Oh, my...” Clem’s thighs closed around her. “Oh, God.”