Horizontal Mambo
Just a few minutes later, I had made my way across campus to Taylor’s apartment. It was late enough that I didn’t run into that much other foot traffic, but I still felt like every student I passed knew where I was going. That was silly, of course, but it still felt like a pre-walk of shame in a way. Because of that feeling, I pulled out my phone and texted Taylor that I had arrived even while I was still walking up to the door to Sitlington. I didn’t want to waste a single moment and risk more people seeing me.
I only had to stand outside the door for a moment before Taylor appeared and opened it for me. He gave me a quick once-over that made me feel far less sleazy than it used to, and smiled. “I really like your hair.”
“Oh. Thanks.” I wasn’t sure what else to say, so I just stepped under his arm, the one holding the door open for me, and walked on into the building.
“It just looks nice,” he said, walking closely behind me as we made our way down the hall to his apartment.
Still unsure what else to say, and feeling self-conscious again, I replied, “Yeah, well, I grew it myself.”
“Oh, Georgie Girl,” Taylor said, chuckling as he stepped ahead of me and kicked open his apartment door. Somehow, he made that move look really slick.
When had I started to find Taylor slick? Or attractive? The latter wasn’t a huge change; I had always known Taylor was considered the better looking Hanson brother, and I did understand why, even if I always preferred Zac’s looks. But Taylor was almost inhumanly gorgeous. I suppose that was why I had never thought he was hot. He was just so pretty that it made me hate him.
Now… it made me want him.
“Neil’s gone,” Taylor said once the door had shut behind us. “I mean, he left here earlier with an entire condom factory in his pocket and told me not to worry unless I hadn’t seen him by Monday.”
“Lovely,” I replied, taking a seat on the couch. “What’s your point?”
“My point,” Taylor said, sitting down and sliding in right beside me, his arm over my shoulder, “is that we have all the privacy in the world.”
Given how close to me he was drifting, I had a feeling I knew what he was implying by that. If he was certain that Neil wasn’t coming back, I supposed there was no harm in not being that discrete. We were, after all, in Taylor’s own apartment. Even if our…. thing… couldn’t be totally public, it felt kind of nice to consider the idea of being a little freer about it.
“Yeah, I thought you’d like that idea,” he said, brushing his knuckles across my face and making me smile and blush even more. “I’m glad you managed to get away, by the way. I was starting to feel ignored, you know.”
“I don’t know why, though,” I replied.
“It was just a feeling, I guess,” Taylor shrugged dismissively. “But you wouldn’t blow me off, would you? Not as long as you’re still on the outs with Zac.”
“Can we not talk about him?” I asked softly.
“I’m sorry, Georgie. But you know the way to really make him jealous would be to just date me. Just go all in.”
I blinked. “That is never going to happen.
“I don’t know why you’re so against it.” Taylor mumbled, leaning in and brushing his lips against my neck.
Trying not to moan, I asked, “You realize I hate you with a burning passion, right?”
Taylor pulled back and stared at me, wide eyed and grinning. “All the more reason to do it! I mean, that’s why the sex is so great, you know. And what says compatibility more than fantastic sex?”
“Wow. I think I just witnessed the most flawless use of logic in human history,” I deadpanned.
“You’re cute, Georgie,” Taylor replied, chuckling. “But you’d be even cuter if you stopped ignoring the reason you’re here.”
“Which is?” I asked attempting to bat my eyelashes. I really didn’t know how to flirt, so I wasn’t sure why I bothered. Taylor hardly even seemed to notice the motion.
“Oh, you know,” he replied, running a hand up my thigh. I hadn’t even noticed his hand was on my leg at all. “For all the talk about dating, you know this is just about sex. So let’s not kid ourselves. Let’s cut the bullshit and get down to the horizontal mambo, hmm?”
“Horizontal mambo?” I repeated. “Really, for someone who gets laid as much as you supposedly do, you can be a real dork.”
“I don’t see you complaining,” he mumbled against my neck. “At least, not about the sex. About everything else about me, yes.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m gonna repeat what you just said–stop talking.”
Taylor just chuckled, which tickled my neck. At least he did finally see fit to do as I said, his lips connecting with my skin again as his hand continued its climb up my thigh, inching further in as it went. I couldn’t believe we were doing this right there on the couch, but I also didn’t really care. The closer Taylor got to touching me, the more I wanted him to and the more I realized I had missed this. It had only been a few days, but apparently my libido had been found and sent into overdrive. I wouldn’t have admitted that to Taylor, since I didn’t want to give him credit for it. Surely I would have had the same insatiable desire no matter who I had finally discovered the joys of sex with.
But it hadn’t been just anyone. It had been Taylor.
Taylor, who was currently unzipping my jeans and attempting to yank them down my legs. Not feeling any need to deny him or my own desire, I lifted my ass off the couch enough to allow him to pull my jeans farther down until I could kick them off into the floor. Once that was done, I yanked on Taylor’s shirt, and he took the hint, flinging it over his head and across the room. I tried not to stare shamelessly. I mostly failed.
“Why don’t we try something different tonight?” Taylor asked, reaching for the buckle on his own belt.
I was afraid to even ask what that might have meant, but I guess my face did the asking for me, based on the way Taylor looked at me and laughed.
“Relax, Georgie,” he said soothingly, reaching out to run his hand through my hair and pull me almost into his lap. “Have I steered you wrong yet? Have I done anything that you didn’t like?”
“No,” I replied, averting my eyes. I didn’t know why it embarrassed me so much to admit that I enjoyed sex with Taylor, when it was obvious to him that I did.
“Then don’t be nervous now,” he said, running his hand under my shirt and inching it upward until I took the hint and raised my arms so that he could pull it over my head. “But if you don’t want to do something or you decide you don’t like it… you just tell me and we’ll stop, alright? We’ll find something you do like.”
I nodded, still not quite daring to meet Taylor’s eyes. He was strangely disarming with the way he talked to me, which was odd, considering how much he had annoyed me over the years. His patience and understanding with my lack of experience was really surprising.
“Have you ever given head?” Taylor asked gently.
Averting my eyes entirely so that I was staring off toward the front door, I nodded.
Taylor gasped. “Georgie Girl! You told me you were a virgin. Hell, everybody knew you were a virgin.”
“I was,” I replied, snapping back around to look at Taylor and see if he truly was as surprised as he sounded. The look on his face said he was. My face heating up and surely turning bright red, I continued, “I didn’t say I hadn’t done anything, though. Don’t act like you don’t already know about it.”
“Know about what, sweetheart?” He asked, seeming genuinely confused—but also amused in a way that I did not like at all.
“God, do I really have to spell it out?” I exclaimed. When Taylor only stared at me, I realized that I did. “Zac and I… we… I mean, it only happened once, a long time ago. And we didn’t go all the way.”
Taylor’s mouth fell open in complete shock, and it was then that I realized Zac hadn’t told him. I had just assumed that Zac had gossiped. Why wouldn’t he tell his big brother about his first sexual experience? Taylor had even told me when he lost his virginity. Then again, it hadn’t been the best first time ever, so perhaps Zac had been too embarrassed. He had made me promise we would never do anything like that again because it was “just too weird.” I suppose things that weird weren’t things you shared with your older brother.
And now I had shared it with Taylor.
“Georgie, Georgie, Georgie…” he breathed out, then laughed loudly. “You mean to tell me, the first girl my little brother ever got with was actually you? And he still has no clue how you feel?!”
“Apparently not,” I mumbled.
Taylor chuckled. “Georgie, sweetheart, I love my brother, but you deserve better. Smarter, at least.”
“Can we not talk about him right now?” I asked, crossing my arm self-consciously over my bare stomach. At least I still had my bra and panties on.
Taylor chuckled. “Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s just… wow. I mean, I was pretty sure you never did all that much with that one little boy—what was his name? James?—but with Zac… wow.”
“Yeah, well, I only ever did that with Zac,” I replied. “And it wasn’t anything to write home about, so can we please not talk about it?”
“Sure,” he said, running his fingers through my hair again, soothingly. “It’s about time to give it another try, though. If you want to stop… stop. But I’m sure anything you do, I’m gonna like.”
“If you say so…” I mumbled.
Taylor leaned in and gave me a brief peck on the lips. With his hand on the back of my head, he looked me right in the eyes and said, “I promise it will be fine, Georgie Girl.”
Somehow, whether it was the nickname or the kiss, it reassured me and gave me the confidence to make the next move. I slithered as sexily as I could manage off the couch and into the floor in front of Taylor. With a huge grin on his face, he yanked his pants down and I pulled them the rest of the way off into the floor. Taylor pushed his boxer briefs down a bit and pulled out his dick; I was surprised to see that it was already a little hard, considering we hadn’t really done anything. He gave it a few strokes, working it closer to its full length, and I started to feel overwhelmed again.
“It’s okay, baby,” Taylor said, his voice low and raspy.
I was fairly certain that it wasn’t, but I decided to stop wasting time. I leaned in and placed my hand over his, grasping him loosely. He slid his hand out, leaving only mine, and I tightened my grip a little. Without looking up at him, because I knew I would chicken out if I did, I leaned in further and wrapped my lips around his dick.
It was warm, and other than a slight salty tang, didn’t taste bad. Strangely, I kind of liked it, and it didn’t take me long to start building up a rhythm, bobbing my head up and down.
“Mmm, Georgie…” Taylor moaned.
I took that as a good sign, and sped up just a bit. I wasn’t quite coordinated enough to use my hand on him too, so I just let it rest there on that part of him that was too long to fit in my mouth. Judging by the way he continued to moan, Taylor didn’t mind at all. In fact, he really did seem to be enjoying it.
Taylor ran his hand through my hair again, not pushing me down or holding me in place. It just felt reassuring, even comforting. I wasn’t aware those things were in Taylor’s repertoire, but maybe I didn’t know him as well as I thought I did. I certainly wouldn’t have guessed that he would have ever enjoyed doing something like this with me, but the way he moaned and even seemed to be shaking said otherwise.
“Georgie,” he gasped out, giving my hair a slight tug. “If you don’t stop soon, this is as far as we’re going to get. And I just don’t think that’s fair, you know, if you don’t get yours, too.”
Breathlessly, I pulled back. I gasped for air as I stared up at Taylor, shocked that he was actually enjoying it that much and had been, apparently, that close to coming.
“Come on,” Taylor said, pulling his boxers the rest of the way down. “Wallet’s in my jeans pocket, and there’s a condom in it. Grab it and let’s get this show on the road.”
I nodded, reaching for his jeans and searching through his wallet until I did, in fact, find a condom. I tossed it gingerly to Taylor, then turned around to strip off my underwear. There was still something so awkward about watching him roll the condom on, but more awkward by far was watching him watch me.
My face burned bright red as I turned back around and faced Taylor. He just grinned and patted his lap. Awkwardly, I sat down, my legs spread around his. I hovered over him, feeling clueless and immature once again, but Taylor hardly seemed to notice. He just pulled me down and crushed our lips together. The way he kissed me made me forget all of my worries, and distracted me enough that I almost didn’t notice him guiding his dick toward me.
When he pulled my hips down and closed the gap between us, filling me completely, I gasped out–not in pain, really, but that first moment of penetration was still a surprise every time. It took me a moment to adjust, and Taylor kissed my neck while I did.
Once I felt a little more comfortable, I gave him a little nod and said, “Okay.”
He knew what I meant, and so he grasped my hips again and began to move me on him. He set a slow, steady rhythm that was easy for me to duplicate and soon everything was great. Everything was perfect. There was just a moment, every time, when things began to feel so good that I didn’t care about anything. I didn’t care that I was with Taylor, of all people. I didn’t care that I was nervous. I just didn’t care.
I was so lost in the moment, that I barely even heard the doorknob turning or the door opening.