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He wiggled his fingers and stretched out some kinks in his neck.

"Somewhere between a plateau and an orgasm."

"Yeah, something like that. I got derailed like a train!"

I put my hand on my pussy. Still resistant. Privacy and a bed weren't enough to open me back to where we had left off. I touched myself softly, to reassure, re-inspire. It was just us now, just me and Jon. Jon, with his full, red lips and dark curly hair. Jon, who liked to snack on Frosted Flakes and Cocoa Puffs and who could guess my clues in Taboo faster than anyone else. I wanted to cum with him. I'd been waiting for this moment for years and years.

"I guess her pleasure wasn't inspiring to you." Jon grinned.

"No. All that shrieking. Do girls do that a lot? I thought it was just in the movies. Did it inspire you?"

"I wanted you to feel the way she was feeling." Jon said. "I felt challenged!"

"I know and I didn't like that pressure to perform to show I was as sexual as her. And I definitely didn't like the feeling of pressure to perform for you to prove to you that you were good!" I stroked his knee with my hand. "You are good, and we've barely done anything but eat ice cream and make out. Jon, I know we're at an orgy and anything goes but, when Bea started doing getting all operatic, it threw me out of my sexual firmament. I'm so quiet."

"You are really not that quiet."

"I'm quieter than her! I don't want Bea to think she's more sexual than me." I fumed. "We competed in college, but we were friends, too, so we didn't really admit we were competing. I
can't believe I still care about that."

"It's bullshit from years ago. Let it go." He whispered.

He put his fingers on my fingers where I was still touching myself. "You don't have to make a sound. You don't have to cum. You just have to want me to touch you. That's all you have to want, and we go from there."

"I want that," I gulped. His fingers were touching mine, learning from my own touch, and I pulled my hands away and moved them to bring Jon's face close to mine. Jon kissed me, and I relaxed. He kissed me lightly, then pulled away, then deeply; he was everywhere. And I opened right up again, just like that, like all the lights twinkling up on a Christmas tree, once you plug them in.

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