Chapter Six

Ava and Noah tried valiantly not to tell Mia and Rob “I told you so” over the next few weeks as Mia and Rob were inseparable.

“I just knew they’d hit it off,” she told Noah one night, as she and Noah decided the four of them should take a long weekend and go camping and hiking in the mountains. Ava’s folks were always up for babysitting, and the young babysitter they used quite often was always anxious to earn clothing money, so Ava and Noah managed to take many long hot summer nights away from the kids, and even days off from the city, and as Ava put it, “We can practice all we want for the next grandchild that the parents keep after us to have.”

The camping trip was difficult for Mia and Rob, as they tried to sleep in their tent, alert for the muted sounds of lovemaking from Noah and Ava’s tent. Rob had a raging hard on as he listened enviously to his friends making love, not fifteen feet away. He kissed and petted Mia, and cuddled to stay warm, but things never proceeded farther than touching. Rob was much more inhibited by hearing the activity from the other tent than he thought he would be.

“I didn’t think it would bother me as much as it does, having them carrying on so close by,” he said softly to Mia.

“Neither did I. It’s embarrassing, isn’t it?” she whispered back. “I never thought of myself actually doing it in front of anyone else. Did you?”

“No, I prefer my sexual romps to be a bit more private,” he conceded. ”If we’re really quiet, we can do a lot of touching.”

Oh, what touching! The nearness of Mia always made Rob feel like she was a glorious Christmas present he couldn’t wait to unwrap. Her earthy perfume overlaid with her unique Mia woman scent seemed to be always in his brain, and her satiny skin was so soft he wanted to touch her forever. I think I’m going to spontaneously combust if I can’t make love to her pretty soon, he thought.

Rob was driving himself crazy with wanting Mia. She’s different from all the rest. Here I am on to stage three, before I’ve even managed to get through stage two, and I’m actually thinking about stage four. What’s the matter with me? How can I ask her to make love, how can I tell her exactly how I feel, when I haven’t even told her about my grand plans yet? He was afraid to tell her, fearing she would not want to fit in with his immediate future. As for his far future, all he knew was he wanted her in it. Noah had been urging him to tell Mia of his plans for the fall, and had even threatened to tell Ava, who would immediately tell Mia, but so far, Noah hadn’t carried through with his threat.

Rob ran through scenario after scenario in his mind, as he tried to ignore Mia’s softness, and her clean, leafy forest shampoo smell, as well as the wet smell he recognized as aroused female. No, it wasn’t just aroused female, but aroused Mia. He sighed again, feeling her snuggle back into his raging hard-on. Somehow he made it through the night in the tent, and they hiked all day, trying to wear themselves out, so they might have a chance of sleeping that night. No matter how they exhausted themselves hiking though, sleep that night was a matter of napping and wishing and hoping for both of them.

Rob reached one hand around Mia to her breast and grazed her erect nipple. She sighed as he began to pull and roll the little bud between his thumb and forefinger, and so he continued with his other hand down to her wet panties. He caressed her mound and managed to push the elastic aside to part her lips and thrust two fingers inside her welcoming warmth. He began a lazy circling of her clit and was rewarded by a shiver. He spread his two fingers and began a rhythm that had her pushing frantically against both of his hands. He could feel her tensing, and suddenly her vagina spurted love juice all over his hand as she stiffened and moaned in an intense orgasm. How Rob wished it was his erect rod that her inner muscles were tightening upon.

After a while, when his arms threatened to go to sleep on him, he dared to move and turned Mia to face him. He smiled in the dark, and kissed her deeply. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“No, it’s me who should be thanking you,” Mia whispered back.

“Not at all. It was certainly my pleasure to please you.” Soon, despite his erection, he drifted off to sleep in Mia’s arms.

* * * *

Mia looked forward to hearing Rob’s voice on the phone several times a week, and became quite comfortable spending all her weekends with him.

Someone had told Mia that you were finally a “real couple”, when you didn’t have to wait for him to call and make a date every weekend, you just assumed you would have a date together, and you made plans accordingly.

Mia realized one day she was head over heels in love with Rob. The feeling amazed her. She had thought she was in love with a boy back in high school, but those much younger feelings were nothing compared to the achy anticipation she felt every time she saw Rob. ‘Achy’ was the operative word here. Mia’s breasts ached, her skin tingled with wanting him, and her vagina clenched at least a dozen or more times a day. She had to try and concentrate on work while her body was betraying her in her daydreams of Rob, and she realized she was turned on most of the time, even when he wasn’t with her.

He was as sexy as his voice. He would kiss her silly, till her legs would hardly hold her up. She certainly wasn’t inexperienced, but Rob’s kisses were perfect in every way, warm, insistent and practiced.

He would start by nibbling her ear, and then move down across her jaw line with little butterfly kisses. Mia had heard of “The Butterfly”, which was a much discussed term for some part of lovemaking. It came from a popular TV show in which the male lead bragged about his prowess, stating that “The Butterfly” was the secret of his success with women. Unfortunately, the show never did tell what, exactly, “The Butterfly” was. Mia wondered if that was it. Those little fluttering kisses made her tingle all the way down to her belly, and beyond.

The kissing would then progress to little love bites on her lower lip, and chin, and his tongue would circle her lips and slowly begin the tantalizing journey into her eager mouth. He would stroke the roof of her mouth which should have tickled, like it did when she did that to herself, but when Rob did that, it seemed like there was a direct line to her groin. When he tasted under her tongue, she responded with a moan of pleasure.

Then he’d go back to more little butterfly kisses on her eyelids, eyebrows, and pulse points at her temples and the hollows of her throat. Mia wanted it all, she wanted more—more skin, more licking, more kissing, more…just more…more of him.

Mia would entice Rob back to her waiting mouth, by fluttering kisses around his eyes, ears and mouth, and biting his lower lip, and then sucking it into her mouth. She would run her hand up under his T-shirt, and circle a finger around his nipple. She knew his nipples responded much as hers did, and she elicited frustrated groans from Rob as she teased him.

They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Mia was impressed with Rob’s erections, as she felt him with her hand through his jeans. He had rubbed against her hand, and had let his hands stray to her lovely breasts, feeling her heat through her own jeans. After all the fully clothed foreplay, Mia felt Rob was holding back once they made it to fully naked lovemaking. He would lick and suck her all over, but he tried to keep their lovemaking light and not give her anything of himself. He seemed so practiced, and he always came, but although he seemed to want to do more for her. When Mia questioned him and tried to hold his trembling hand in place over her groin, wanting him to make love to her again, he always managed to find an excuse to go home, breaking the spell. Mia couldn’t understand why he always left her right after lovemaking. She longed to wake up next to him in the morning, and make love again, slowly and tenderly, before they were both fully awake. Mia was always left with the feeling Rob was escaping from her before he really faced what they seemed to be feeling for each other. Why? Maybe she was just going to have to ask him but she felt embarrassed. What if that was all he had to give? Would he hate her if she asked? Would he answer? Did he even know how far away from her he was distancing himself?

Mia was sure something was wrong. Why would he rush through lovemaking and then hightail it out of her apartment like his hair was on fire? Why had he never invited her to see his apartment? Was he ashamed of it? Or horror of horrors, was he married? No, surely not. Ava and Noah would know if he was married, wouldn’t they? Rob was distancing himself all right. The question was why? Most nights he wouldn’t even make love to her—just a few hot kisses, and then he was gone. Mia longed for him to give her all they both wanted and deserved. She was so frustrated he wouldn’t stay with her, especially when he could see she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She was sure he had to be resorting to cold showers and multiplication tables almost hourly. Surely any normal guy wouldn’t just pass up what she was offering?

Mia noticed that Rob changed the subject every time she talked about skiing. She had plans in her mind for cold days on the mountain, followed by warm nights by the fire making love with Rob. She was sure he was falling in love with her, just as she was with him, even if neither of them had ever said so.

Ava was no help whatever, in the advice department. She’d been having sex with Noah since they were both fourteen, and still had what Ava described as “wild monkey sex” at any and every opportunity. Mia didn’t think she had ever had “wild monkey sex” with anyone, and wondered how she could entice Rob to be a little less restrained and not flee immediately after sex. Mia longed for intimacy, and sex had to be more than just sex, in order for it to qualify as intimacy.

Mia certainly knew about Ava and Noah’s wild monkey sex, because one of the times that the four of them had gone away together for a weekend, had been with Ava and Noah in the other bed beside them. They had decided on the spur of the moment, to stay at an old bed and breakfast, after a full day of hiking, and the only accommodation left was a room with two double beds. Mia wondered if the nice older couple had ever heard of queen or king sized beds, and decided that likely the couples who stayed and were satisfied with double beds instead of larger ones, fell into two categories.

One group would be the people like her parents, who were more interested in a good night’s sleep than putting up with her father’s snoring or her mother’s menopausal night sweats. They had just bought twin beds for their bedroom, just for that reason.

The other group would be young couples like Ava and Noah, who only needed one width of bed, because they spent the whole night with one of them on top of the other!

While Mia was overcome with shyness and hardly even kissed Rob that night, she and Rob laid awake listening to the soft moans and rustling sheets in the next bed, followed by faint wet sounds and a few groans, as if the couple was trying to muffle their enthusiastic lovemaking. She knew Rob was not going to even try to make love to her that night, because he was far too embarrassed in case the other couple might hear them.

Mia decided she would have to take the lead. She loved this man, but she wouldn’t settle for less than the whole deal. She wanted to wake up beside him, knowing he found her beautiful even with smeared makeup, messy hair, and morning breath. She had tried everything she could think of to get Rob to show the connectedness she was seeking. She was no virgin, but she shied away from coming out and asking him what was wrong, either with him or with her. In her heart of hearts, she was a little afraid he might not feel as strongly about me as I do about him.”

I know he cares for me, and he brings me flowers, small jewelry and little things for her apartment, like a music box that played “When you are in love”, which Mia thought was his shy way of telling her he loved her.

* * * *

In fact, it really was Rob’s way of telling her he loved her, and he was slowly working up courage to ask her to wait for him, and not let their love fall aside because of his poor timing. Would there ever be a good time to tell her of his fall plans, and how close he was to leaving her? He though not. He would be totally screwed with Mia, if Noah ever told Ava, and Ava passed on Rob’s plans to Mia prematurely.

While Mia and Rob fought their feelings, both emotional and sexual, they made plans to go to Daysland the next weekend.