Once we were really kissing, our tongues tangled and dancing, I started to lose control, letting my now completely hard cock take total control of my brain. I grabbed at her, pulling her body into my arms so that she was straddling my lap. Caroline was not upset. She pressed herself into me, groaning her delight and kissing with even more fervor. I ran my hands up the back of her shirt, loving the feeling of her skin under my fingertips, and she arched her body so her breasts crushed against my chest. I could feel her hard little nips pressing against me. God, I wanted them in my mouth. I wanted her. I wanted to tear her clothes off, fill her with my cock, and claim her like a fucking Neanderthal. I wanted to fuck her hard and nasty until she couldn’t remember her own name. Also, I could feel a desperation in her body that told me she would let me. If I asked, she would spread her legs right there on the arena bleachers and let me fuck her like a goddamn animal.
But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
Panting and pissed as hell at myself, I disentangled myself from her and stood up. I’m not going to lie, separating us was not a pretty procedure. It took me more than one try because every time I broke our kiss, Caroline came after me. I eventually had to stand up with her in my arms and physically put her down to step away.
Stunned, but honestly sounding more curious than anything else, Caroline asked, “What are you doing?” Her lips were swollen from my kisses, plump and red in a way that made my ego feel satisfied.
I ran my hands through my hair and said, “This is a bad idea, Caroline.”
“I disagree,” she said matter-of-factly. “I’ve considered it. And I think it’s a very good idea.”
My mind did a double take at her words. “You’ve considered what? Making out with me?”
“Well, yes and other things.” She had a sneaky little smile on her face. It was new to me. I thought I knew all of Caroline’s smiles.
“Other things?” I wondered if my expression was relaying the level at which this comment pleased me or the terror I felt considering the idea.
“Yes.” She nodded.
I was off course. She’d steered me away from my intentions. “Wait, stop. Right now, you’re doing that thing you do to me.”
“I do a thing to you?” She smirked again. Clearly, adult Caroline had learned some new tricks that teenage Caroline never could have mastered. And still, I could see she was confused by my reactions to her.
I sighed. “Yes, you do this thing where I know what I want to say but you turn the conversation in a direction that I’m completely not expecting, so I lose my train of thought.”
“That is not intentional on my part.” Again, she was focused and scientific about her response. Sometimes Caroline was downright robotic but in a cute way. I dug her struggle to process other people's behaviors. Caroline was ruled by logical actions, kinda like Spock, but she was also so raw and real about the emotions she felt. It was absolutely exquisite to watch.
“No, I know. But it happens. And I’m trying to tell you we should not hook up.”
“Why not?” she asked without a hint of scorn in her voice. Instead, she seemed curious.
“I think it’s a bad idea,” I said, still working on gathering my thoughts and trying to quiet my dick, which was absolutely stuck on the idea that Caroline had considered doing ‘other things’ with me.
“You seemed to like what we were doing.” And then because she was Caroline, she added, “You very clearly had the appropriate physical response; therefore, you are at least marginally attracted to me, so what is the issue?”
I had nowhere to go with my argument but to some semblance of the truth. “Caroline, I am more than marginally attracted to you. I am totally attracted to you, but you're not some girl I picked up at a bar. You’re Caroline. We’ve been sort of friends for years, and I wouldn’t want to make a mess of that. And like you said before, I’m not really boyfriend material. It just wouldn’t be right.”
“I’m not really looking for a boyfriend,” she said. “But furthermore, even if I was, why would it be your place to make that decision for me? That seems very demeaning, Wyatt.”
I laughed, probably because I didn’t know what else to do. The arena suddenly felt big and echoey.
Caroline continued. “Actually, I was really hoping we could come to some kind of an agreement.”
Just like that, she shocked me again. I turned to look at her. “What now?”
She sighed. “Well, the thing is I would like to enter into a kind of contractual situation with you.”
This was a twilight zone moment. I remained utterly confused. “I still have no idea what you’re trying to say, Caroline.”
Frustrated with herself, she groaned. “Ugh, this is harder to say than I thought it would be.”
“What is? Are you trying to hire me sexually?” I joked. “Because I don’t know if you realize it, but that would also be totally demeaning.”
She blushed and giggled. “Oh my God, no. I just was thinking that maybe you could help me with a problem.”
“What problem?” I sat down next to her and rested my elbows on my knees so I could lean on them. Honestly, I felt like I needed to sit down to process whatever was happening right now.
Struggling to master her words, Caroline began. “Okay, I feel like you have a particular skill set. Like a sexy skill set. And I’m in need of that skill set because …”
She couldn’t seem to finish her sentence or look at me.
Suddenly, I thought I knew what was going on, but it seemed ludicrous. “Oh my God, tell me you’re not a virgin?”
She laughed again. “No! It’s totally not that.” She took a deep breath and still not looking right at me, she said, “I’ve never had an orgasm.”
Oh, holy fuck. Caroline wanted me to give her an orgasm. Where was this contract of hers? Because I was pretty much ready to sign. Only, this was actually a pretty big deal.
Trying to maintain my composure, I asked, “Never?”
She shook her head no.
“Not even alone?” That wasn’t possible, was it?
Still functioning in her scientific mode, she answered, “Never. I seem to suffer from primary anorgasmia.”
“I’m guessing primary anorgasmia is a clinical term for never ever?”
She nodded again.
“That sucks,” I said genuinely.
“Yes, I mean in theory, I think so, but I don’t really know.”
“Right.” I heard the disappointment in my own voice. For some reason it made me feel physically ill that this was an issue for her. Also, I was legit overwhelmed that she came to me with this issue. So I asked, “Why me?”
Suddenly nervous, she tucked her hands under her thighs and started to talk very quickly. “I tried with some other men and had no luck, but I wasn’t totally into them. They were … um … less virile than you.” She paused and then clarified. “To me. Yes, that’s what I’m trying to say. I find you quite attractive and the thing is I trust you, and I don’t trust a lot of people. And I was just thinking that maybe we could be friends with benefits. You know, professional about the whole thing.”
I smirked. “You sure you don’t just want to bang a stud?”