Her hands we re so soft, and when she touched me, I felt like I was going to explode .
Chapter Nineteen
Zoey
I slipped my hand into his boxers and inhaled suddenly at w hat I discovered. He started to say something, a weak protest against my lips. “ Shh . Don’t talk. Don’t even think.” I kissed his words away and pushed him back against the bed. I d id n’t want him to say anything to ruin the moment. Why couldn’t we just have this fun adventure together and forget all our inhibitions, forget all about who we were at home.
When I worked my hand down farther, his need to talk seemed to die away. He kissed m e frantically and brought his hands to me , cupping my breasts. My breath caught in my chest. Using just his fingertips , he slowly, carefully, explored , the contour of my bra, leaving me wishing and waiting for him t o push the material aside. I gre w l ight headed in my want for him and let myself get lost in the moment.
Something wasn’t feeling quite right. Not with him, this felt freakin ’ amazing. No, something was off with me. Things were getting a little squishy down below, and not in the good way. I pulled myself away from him and excused myself and went to the bathroom. Not good. Dear ol ’ Aunt Flo had arrived, very much ahe ad of schedule. It must have been the flights or time change that had messed with my cycle. Merde .
I walked bowlegged out of the bathroom and headed for Amanda’s bag, I figured she wouldn’t mind my borrowing something , considering how eager she’d been to share clothes or make up .
Matt sat up on the bed. “What are you doing?”
I didn’t answer, but instead flipped open the top of Amanda ’s suitcase and started digging through her clothes.
“Come back. I need you,” he groaned and fell back heavily onto the bed. “ Zoey …”
“Please hold.” I held up one finger. Satisfied there was nothing in her suitcase, I moved onto her cosmetics bag, and worked my fingers around all the compacts and eye pencils, but sadly it was also free of any feminine products.
“What’s wrong?”
“Slight problem.”
He looked at me like he was worried. “ Zoey , what is it?”
I m ight as well get it over with. It was j ust like ripping off a Band Aid, although this might be easier if he had sisters. Of course he knew how the female body worked – he’d been through sex - ed . Just blurt it out, Zoey . He was staring at me like I was mental.
“I started my period.”
“Oh.” He ran his hand across his hair, like he always did. “Are you…okay?”
Was I okay? He was cute. “ Y eah. I just don’t have anything here.”
He studied me for a second until he registered what that meant. “Oh.” He was saying oh a lot. “Do you need me to go get you some….supplies?”
I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and swallowed down my humiliation. “If you could….that would be extremely helpful.”
“Yeah, no problem.” He was on his feet faster than I would have thought possible, throwing his shirt on over this head and checking his pockets, mumbling to himself. I thought I caught the word pharmac ie . It wasn’t like I was contagious or something. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek and was out the door. When the door clicked behind him , locking me in , I felt completely alone.
I changed into sweatpants, then stuffed a bunch of tissues in my underwear and paced the room, waiting for Matt to get back with the goods. It took him forty - five minutes. I let him in the room, more annoyed than grateful that it took him so long , but that quickly faded when I saw how nervous/ excited/ helpful he was trying to be.
“I wasn’t sure what to get.” He dumped a brown paper bag onto the bed. He brought back three boxes of tampons, one for light flow, one for heavy and one that was scented . A long with a green package called s erviettes hygènique , which seemed to be pads .
“Is this enough?”
“Uh, yeah . F or six
Chapter Nineteen
Zoey
I slipped my hand into his boxers and inhaled suddenly at w hat I discovered. He started to say something, a weak protest against my lips. “ Shh . Don’t talk. Don’t even think.” I kissed his words away and pushed him back against the bed. I d id n’t want him to say anything to ruin the moment. Why couldn’t we just have this fun adventure together and forget all our inhibitions, forget all about who we were at home.
When I worked my hand down farther, his need to talk seemed to die away. He kissed m e frantically and brought his hands to me , cupping my breasts. My breath caught in my chest. Using just his fingertips , he slowly, carefully, explored , the contour of my bra, leaving me wishing and waiting for him t o push the material aside. I gre w l ight headed in my want for him and let myself get lost in the moment.
Something wasn’t feeling quite right. Not with him, this felt freakin ’ amazing. No, something was off with me. Things were getting a little squishy down below, and not in the good way. I pulled myself away from him and excused myself and went to the bathroom. Not good. Dear ol ’ Aunt Flo had arrived, very much ahe ad of schedule. It must have been the flights or time change that had messed with my cycle. Merde .
I walked bowlegged out of the bathroom and headed for Amanda’s bag, I figured she wouldn’t mind my borrowing something , considering how eager she’d been to share clothes or make up .
Matt sat up on the bed. “What are you doing?”
I didn’t answer, but instead flipped open the top of Amanda ’s suitcase and started digging through her clothes.
“Come back. I need you,” he groaned and fell back heavily onto the bed. “ Zoey …”
“Please hold.” I held up one finger. Satisfied there was nothing in her suitcase, I moved onto her cosmetics bag, and worked my fingers around all the compacts and eye pencils, but sadly it was also free of any feminine products.
“What’s wrong?”
“Slight problem.”
He looked at me like he was worried. “ Zoey , what is it?”
I m ight as well get it over with. It was j ust like ripping off a Band Aid, although this might be easier if he had sisters. Of course he knew how the female body worked – he’d been through sex - ed . Just blurt it out, Zoey . He was staring at me like I was mental.
“I started my period.”
“Oh.” He ran his hand across his hair, like he always did. “Are you…okay?”
Was I okay? He was cute. “ Y eah. I just don’t have anything here.”
He studied me for a second until he registered what that meant. “Oh.” He was saying oh a lot. “Do you need me to go get you some….supplies?”
I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and swallowed down my humiliation. “If you could….that would be extremely helpful.”
“Yeah, no problem.” He was on his feet faster than I would have thought possible, throwing his shirt on over this head and checking his pockets, mumbling to himself. I thought I caught the word pharmac ie . It wasn’t like I was contagious or something. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek and was out the door. When the door clicked behind him , locking me in , I felt completely alone.
I changed into sweatpants, then stuffed a bunch of tissues in my underwear and paced the room, waiting for Matt to get back with the goods. It took him forty - five minutes. I let him in the room, more annoyed than grateful that it took him so long , but that quickly faded when I saw how nervous/ excited/ helpful he was trying to be.
“I wasn’t sure what to get.” He dumped a brown paper bag onto the bed. He brought back three boxes of tampons, one for light flow, one for heavy and one that was scented . A long with a green package called s erviettes hygènique , which seemed to be pads .
“Is this enough?”
“Uh, yeah . F or six
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