She pointed her eyes at the television. It was hard not to, but she didn't see the latest movie. What she was watching was much older and the screen much smaller.
She and Kip had been together for seven months. She was still shy and quiet, but she was no longer as self-conscious as she'd been that day in the library. She held her head up in the hallway, she made eye contact with people.
They were given free reign at his house, so they spent a lot of time making out in his bedroom or the basement. Kip never pressured her for anything, he told her the first time he kissed her, on their third date, that he would listen to her. In fact, for seven months he never touched her somewhere she hadn't moved his hand first.
She worried that she was going to slow for him. She'd heard girls talking the locker room about blow jobs and fingering and sex. But, Kip being Kip, knew she was worried. "Mandy," he told her as they did homework in his bedroom together, "I know you think that you're going too slow for me. I'm not a virgin. But, just being with you is good. I mean if you wanted to, we could. But, please don't worry about it."
"Will you tell me if, y'know, you need to?"
It was later that night, four, maybe five months into the first year of their relationship, that she gave her first hand job. She let him play around under her panties a little as well, but the sensations his fingers had invoked in her were overwhelming that she asked him to stop.
For weeks they played like that. And then that one Saturday night, his sister Maggie was the only one home. They were in the basement watching Bed of Roses. As usual, they were doing more kissing and caressing of each other than watching the movie.
He was removing her pants when the condom in her pocket fell on the floor. There was a pause as they both looked at it for a long moment. Finally she moved her gaze to Kip. He was waiting patiently. She shrugged. "Just, y'know being prepared in case."
He kissed her softly. Those green eyes so knowing, and compassionate. He put the foil wrapper aside and continued to undress her, caressing and kissing her skin as it was revealed. "Have you been thinking about it for a long time?"
She couldn't meet his gaze. She pressed her face into his chest. One solid wall of muscle. "The past week or so. I just, I'm not sure."