stomach. I try to get back to where I was. I envision fingers sliding between my legs; I see Jason’s face. What? Oh shit. I pull my mouth away in horror. When I try to pull my body back, Blaine won’t let go.
He whispers, “I know, babe, this is intense.”
He starts to kiss my neck and groans. His body tenses and then relaxes. Warmth radiates against my belly. Realization stabs me. No. Did he just? Oh, ick. I force myself to suppress the urge to shudder from disgust.
Blaine steps away and falls back on the couch. “Oh my God, Casey. That was. It. Oh.” He sighs.
I’m dumbstruck. I grab my clothes and go to the bathroom to clean up. The moment I shut the door, I shake my head in disbelief. I look in the mirror. What the hell? No, that doesn’t do it justice. As Gretchen would say, that was fucked up. I grab a washcloth and don’t bother to wait for warm water. I wipe my stomach with the cold terry cloth and try to pull myself together. Numbly, I get dressed.
When I push open the door it’s no longer dark. Blaine is in his jeans with that ripped chest taunting me. He comes to me and rubs my arms. “That was amazing.” He pulls me to his chest. His musky scent tempts me, and I take a breath. He whispers, “You’re so beautiful.” I want to like this. He did. But I don’t.
I can’t get out of there fast enough. A quick glance at the clock tells me it’s still early. “I think I’m ready to go home now. With the wine and not sleeping well lately, I could use a good night’s rest.”
“Okay. Did you brush your teeth? Want some gum or something, so Mrs. Matheson doesn’t know you had wine?”
You know what buddy? I think that’s the least of my problems right now. “Gum would be good, thanks.”
Chapter 15
Gretchen’s voice comes through the phone. “Maybe he’s a virgin.”
I switch the hand holding my cell and put the cold one up to the heat blowing from the car vent. I’m parked in the grocery store lot on my way to work. I needed a safe place to have this conversation.
“I don’t know. He doesn’t strike me as the virgin type. Did I mention how ripped and hot he is?”
“Then maybe he’s never had a sensual woman. Some guys just don’t get foreplay. When I think of the things I could teach him. You know, this is the perfect opportunity to train him to do just what you want.”
“Gretchen! Are you kidding me?”
“No, not really. Seriously, think about it. You can show him just how you like things. Make him your perfect lover.” She snorts. “A little sex-ed with Casey.” Now she’s laughing, but I struggle to see the humor.
“This isn’t funny!”
“Oh, come on. Ha! Get it? Come? On?” Now she starts to laugh so hard I think she’s about to get the hiccups.
I’m still not amused. “You’re no help. I can’t believe what happened. It was… I don’t know what it was.”
“Well he sure does. He’ll remember it fondly for the rest of his life.”
“I’ll remember it for the rest of my life, too.” I watch a woman unload her groceries. Her breath is wispy in the cold morning air.
“You’ll laugh about this one day. I promise.”
I let out a big sigh. “I know. But what do I do now? Wait. Don’t answer that. Who knows what you’d have me do next?” I see the humor, but I’m not ready to laugh yet. “I’ve got to go to work. Don’t you dare breathe a word of this to anyone!”
“You know I wouldn’t do that. But this may show up in my memoirs someday. I promise I’ll change your name. Or would you like credit?” She laughs again. I’m so glad I could entertain.
“Love you, Gretchen.”
“I love you too, Casey.”
***
I’m at the top of a bowl, naked, except I have on ski boots and skis. Jason is at the bottom with a long, down-filled coat. He waits for me. I’m cold and I want that jacket. Everyone’s staring at me. Strangers look at my nude body and I feel so vulnerable. I want to scream, “Stop looking at me!” The words won’t
He whispers, “I know, babe, this is intense.”
He starts to kiss my neck and groans. His body tenses and then relaxes. Warmth radiates against my belly. Realization stabs me. No. Did he just? Oh, ick. I force myself to suppress the urge to shudder from disgust.
Blaine steps away and falls back on the couch. “Oh my God, Casey. That was. It. Oh.” He sighs.
I’m dumbstruck. I grab my clothes and go to the bathroom to clean up. The moment I shut the door, I shake my head in disbelief. I look in the mirror. What the hell? No, that doesn’t do it justice. As Gretchen would say, that was fucked up. I grab a washcloth and don’t bother to wait for warm water. I wipe my stomach with the cold terry cloth and try to pull myself together. Numbly, I get dressed.
When I push open the door it’s no longer dark. Blaine is in his jeans with that ripped chest taunting me. He comes to me and rubs my arms. “That was amazing.” He pulls me to his chest. His musky scent tempts me, and I take a breath. He whispers, “You’re so beautiful.” I want to like this. He did. But I don’t.
I can’t get out of there fast enough. A quick glance at the clock tells me it’s still early. “I think I’m ready to go home now. With the wine and not sleeping well lately, I could use a good night’s rest.”
“Okay. Did you brush your teeth? Want some gum or something, so Mrs. Matheson doesn’t know you had wine?”
You know what buddy? I think that’s the least of my problems right now. “Gum would be good, thanks.”
Chapter 15
Gretchen’s voice comes through the phone. “Maybe he’s a virgin.”
I switch the hand holding my cell and put the cold one up to the heat blowing from the car vent. I’m parked in the grocery store lot on my way to work. I needed a safe place to have this conversation.
“I don’t know. He doesn’t strike me as the virgin type. Did I mention how ripped and hot he is?”
“Then maybe he’s never had a sensual woman. Some guys just don’t get foreplay. When I think of the things I could teach him. You know, this is the perfect opportunity to train him to do just what you want.”
“Gretchen! Are you kidding me?”
“No, not really. Seriously, think about it. You can show him just how you like things. Make him your perfect lover.” She snorts. “A little sex-ed with Casey.” Now she’s laughing, but I struggle to see the humor.
“This isn’t funny!”
“Oh, come on. Ha! Get it? Come? On?” Now she starts to laugh so hard I think she’s about to get the hiccups.
I’m still not amused. “You’re no help. I can’t believe what happened. It was… I don’t know what it was.”
“Well he sure does. He’ll remember it fondly for the rest of his life.”
“I’ll remember it for the rest of my life, too.” I watch a woman unload her groceries. Her breath is wispy in the cold morning air.
“You’ll laugh about this one day. I promise.”
I let out a big sigh. “I know. But what do I do now? Wait. Don’t answer that. Who knows what you’d have me do next?” I see the humor, but I’m not ready to laugh yet. “I’ve got to go to work. Don’t you dare breathe a word of this to anyone!”
“You know I wouldn’t do that. But this may show up in my memoirs someday. I promise I’ll change your name. Or would you like credit?” She laughs again. I’m so glad I could entertain.
“Love you, Gretchen.”
“I love you too, Casey.”
***
I’m at the top of a bowl, naked, except I have on ski boots and skis. Jason is at the bottom with a long, down-filled coat. He waits for me. I’m cold and I want that jacket. Everyone’s staring at me. Strangers look at my nude body and I feel so vulnerable. I want to scream, “Stop looking at me!” The words won’t
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