Chapter 45 Do people still say ‘took her virginity’?
Saraphina
The second I hung up the phone with Louisa, I launched myself off the bed. I landed with a heavy thump, the sound enough to jolt Ryan awake.
“Ryan, get up now!” I shouted, already moving.
He turned his head slowly on the pillow and gave me a sleepy smile. “Good morning to you, too.”
“My mom and your dad! They are going to be here! In one hour!” I was breathing way too fast.
Ryan’s whole body went stiff, then he sat straight up. “You are not serious.”
“I really wish I were,” I said, trying to calm down.
“Fuck!” he swore, scrambling out of the sheets.
I dove for the clothes scattered on the floor. Then I ran to check the bathroom. Sure enough, my hair tie and a pair of my underwear were right there in Ryan’s bathroom.
Holy shit. This is so bad.
Ryan and I have been incredibly messy since our parents left on their honeymoon. We thought we had plenty of time to clean up later. But no. We do not have that luxury now. We have exactly one hour to make this house look perfect. That means none of my things can be in his room, and none of his stuff can be in mine. And oh my God, the living room. I am almost positive I have lost at least three pairs of underwear between the couch cushions.
We got to work. Not that kind of work. We searched the whole house from top to bottom, destroying every piece of evidence. We did laundry, we wiped suspicious spots off the tables, we vacuumed the entire living room. I was a complete mess, trying to do about fifteen things at once. One tiny mistake and I was going to lose my mind.
Our biggest fear is about to walk right through the front door.
About an hour later, Ryan and I were sitting in the living room when the front door flew open and Louisa and Clement walked in. I stopped breathing. I was too scared to even inhale.
“We are home!” Louisa sang out.
Ryan was on the couch, pretending to watch TV. I was in the armchair, holding a book open. We were trying so hard to look completely normal.
“W-welcome back,” I said, forcing a huge smile. I hoped it covered the way my voice shook.
“How was Maui?” Ryan asked, sounding totally relaxed.
“It was wonderful, we had the best time…” Louisa’s smile suddenly faded. Clement was right behind her, and he had a strange look on his face, too.
Oh no.
“Wait a minute,” Louisa said, her eyes moving around the room. I held my breath even tighter. I shot a panicked look at Ryan.
“Did you two… move the furniture around?” she finished.
I thought she was going to say something so much worse. Thank God. I could finally breathe again.
“Yeah… we did,” I stammered out. “We were… trying out a new layout.”
“Huh,” she said, tilting her head. She shared a look with Clement. “It is not bad.”
The rest of the day went smoothly, thank goodness. Louisa and Clement did not suspect a thing. The four of us had lunch together, and they told us all about their trip.
“So, what have you two been up to these last two weeks?” Louisa asked. I almost choked on my water.
“Not much,” Ryan said, completely calm. “Surfing. Lots of training.”
“What about you, sweetie?” Louisa turned to me.
“Uh, well, I was…” I could not form a sentence.
“Saraphina has been working out a lot,” Ryan cut in.
I glared at him. He was grinning. He was not helping.
“Really?” Louisa asked, one eyebrow going up.
“Just… some stretching,” I said, praying my face was not bright red.
Ryan was trying so hard not to laugh. He was loving this.
“Well, I hear yoga is wonderful for you. Good job,” Louisa said, patting my shoulder.
I rolled my eyes at Ryan and kicked him under the table.
“Ow!” Clement yelped.
The horror I felt when I realized I had kicked Clement’s leg instead of Ryan’s. I apologized over and over while Ryan laughed his ass off.
He is going to pay for that later.
Besides the wrong kick, lunch was quiet. After we ate, Ryan offered to help me with the dishes while our parents went to the living room.
“That was so intense,” I whispered to him. The running water was loud enough to cover our voices.
“That was actually kind of fun,” he said, grinning.
Of course he would think that.
“Do you think we are going to be okay?” I asked him carefully.
“Why would we not be okay?” he asked back.
I looked toward the living room, where our parents were sitting comfortably on the couch.
“We have been lying to them all summer long.”
Ryan held back a laugh. Then he turned to me with a calm smile and winked. “Trust me. We are going to be just fine.”
So, my mom thinks I have been doing yoga. I guess she is not completely wrong.
Later that night, Ryan came into my room around midnight, asking if I was asleep. Of course I was not. Even with our parents right downstairs, we could not just break our usual routine. We ended up having sex on my bed, being so careful not to make a sound. Okay, maybe I am crazy, but the risk made it so much hotter.
We were kissing, deep and desperate, when Ryan suddenly lifted my legs and put them over his shoulders. I still had my panties on, but he did not care. He pushed the thin fabric to the side and pushed his dick into me all at once. I almost cried out, but I slapped a hand over my mouth just in time. Ryan grinned down at me, looking way too pleased with himself as he sank deep inside me. He felt so big.
“You are really flexible. Must be all that yoga,” he said, his voice playful.
“Very funny,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Oh, I will give you something to make those eyes roll back,” he promised, a wicked smile on his face as his hand moved between my legs. His thrusts were deep and steady, and his thumb was rubbing hard against my clit. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes. The feeling of him driving into me, plus the rough pressure of his thumb, was too much.
I wanted to scream his name when I came, but I knew I could not. I covered my mouth with both hands, letting out silent, breathless cries as he pushed me over the edge. He did not slow down or stop. His thrusts just got harder, more wild. My eyes did roll back. I saw stars.
We kept going most of the night. I think I came six or seven times. I lost count. I have a theory that Ryan has my G-spot memorized. Like, he has a map of it in his mind. Or in his hand. Or, you know, elsewhere.
Anyway, I was lying there afterward, panting and trying to catch my breath after my last orgasm. But Ryan was completely fine. He just rolled off me and lay down like nothing happened. How does he do that? I felt like I might pass out, and he was just lying there with that smirk.
“How are you not tired?” I asked, my chest still heaving.
He did not answer, but I could feel him smiling. I pulled myself up and rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. My finger drew little circles on his hard stomach.
“So, is this why girls are always following you around?” I teased.
“This does not normally happen,” he said, linking his fingers with mine. “It is only like this with you.”
“Oh, you are smooth,” I said, shoving him lightly. We both laughed.
Our fingers were woven together, and he was gently tracing each of my fingers. That was when he noticed the purity ring I still wore.
“Well, look at that. Our little girl is all grown up now,” he joked, poking at the ring.
“Yeah, since you took her virginity,” I shot back.
Ryan burst out laughing at my word choice.
“Do people still say ‘took her virginity’?” he asked, his eyes narrowed.
I ignored him and nuzzled into the side of his neck, breathing in his smell.
“What was your first time like?” I asked, curious. He knows so much about me, and I feel like I know so little about him, especially this part of his life.
“It was… fine. Nothing special,” he said shortly. I waited for him to go on. “I was thirteen. She was older. My math tutor. I think she was fifteen or sixteen?” he said, looking at the ceiling. “Or maybe twenty-five.”
“What?” I gasped.
“I am kidding!” he laughed.
I lay my head back down, picturing a thirteen-year-old Ryan. When I was thirteen, I was playing Animal Crossing. Ryan was out there having sex with his tutor. I could not help but laugh. Then I turned to face him, resting my chin on his arm.
“What is your favorite subject in school?” I asked.
“What?” he said, looking confused.
“I just realized I do not know much about you. You know everything about me. So tell me. What is your favorite food?”
He chuckled. “You.”
“No, seriously.”
“I am serious. My favorite thing to eat is you. Spam is a close second.”
I smacked his arm.
“What is your favorite color? It is not red, is it?” I remembered what Vanessa had said once.
“My favorite color is blue. Like your eyes,” he said, tilting my chin up to look at him.
“What was your mom like?” I asked, more carefully.
Ryan’s smile faded. He let out a long breath. “She was the best. Really beautiful, and graceful. She made the best omelets.” He paused. “She was always pushing me to try new things. To be better.”
I could see his eyes getting a little wet as he talked about her. It broke my heart. I leaned up and kissed his cheek softly.
“She sounds amazing.”
“Yeah… she was. The best woman I have ever known,” he said, his voice a little rough. “But do not worry. You are a close second,” he added, grinning at me again.
I rolled my eyes, but honestly, it made my chest feel warm.
Suddenly, without any warning, Ryan flipped us over so he was on top of me again. He smiled, lowering his face until his nose was touching mine. He looked right into my eyes, his lips curling up.
I swear, his smile is just stupidly sexy.
“Ry? What are you doing?”
“Stop rolling your eyes at me,” he warned.
Then I felt something hard pressing against my stomach.
“What… again?” I asked, shocked.
“I told you. It is only like this with you.”
Oh, that smirking bastard.