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wasn't
going to dump me now that I'd given him sex, was he?
He shook his head. "You captivate me, Jessica Mallory,"
he said. "I don't quite know how or why, but you do."
I could've said the same thing about him, but I
didn't. I didn't want to seem like a pushover, regardless of the fact that I
had let them have sex with me, not once, but twice, with me so compliant that I
allowed him to flip and flop me around without any sense of self-consciousness.
Sex with Luke had been one of the most natural things I have ever done. My
parents might not have approved, but then again, I'm glad I had done it. It was
nice to know that there was a guy out there who was skilled enough to offer
pleasure before partaking of his own.
A moment later, he leaned toward me and kissed me. It
wasn't a passionate, sex-crazed kiss like we had experienced in the woods, but
a gentlemanly kiss, or at least that’s how I would describe it.
"I had a nice time tonight," he said.
"I hope you did, too."
I nodded. "I did. Thank you, Luke." To be
quite honest with myself, I didn't want the evening to end. At the same time, I
was a little bit chagrined that my first date with him had ended with sex. I
wasn't typically the kind of girl who appeared to be non-discriminating with
whom she slept. In a way, I wanted to somehow let him know that I wasn't a
slut, and certainly wasn't in the habit of dropping my pants for just anyone.
The problem was, I didn't know how to even bring up the topic. After all, it
wasn't as if I hadn't been completely willing, even anxious for such a
coupling.
From the moment he kissed me at the sushi restaurant,
no, the moment he'd fed me my first bite of sushi with my eyes closed, I had
anticipated his touch. But his touch and his ability to satisfy me sexually was
mind-blowing. The fact that I had actually agreed to allow him to take such liberties
with me in the woods left me rather surprised, but at the same time, more than
a little self-satisfied.
I felt confused, conflicted. I wanted to say
something, suggest that perhaps we do this again sometime or some such silly
parting, but I didn't want to seem presumptuous. I guess in many ways, I still
considered myself rather old-fashioned, despite my earlier behavior. In the
books I read, it was the guy who pursued the girl, not typically the other way
around. Was Luke interested in me? Did he want to go out with me again? Or had
tonight been all he was looking for in the first place? A quick wham, bam,
thank you ma'am? I didn't like to think so, but at the same time, I still knew
very little about Luke Bradford.
"You okay?"
I was jolted out of my musings by the sound of his
voice. It looked like he was ready to leave, one hand resting on his motorcycle
helmet, the other reaching toward his handlebars. I nodded. "Yeah, I am,
Luke, and again, thank you for the wonderful evening. It was…an adventure."
He didn't say anything, so I looked at him a moment
more and then turned to make my way inside. I couldn't wait, not to tell my
friends, but to write in my diary about my evening. Just before I entered the
house, I glanced back over my shoulder and found him looking down at the
street. For a second, I felt a frisson of alarm surge through me. Was that it?
Would I ever see him again? Then he looked up and I saw the flash of his white
teeth as he smiled and lifted his hand in a gesture of farewell. For the umpteenth
time, I reflected on how handsome he was. I wondered if it was really possible
that Luke Bradford could possibly, impossibly, fit my criteria for that perfect
guy.
I waved goodbye and then opened the front door and
stepped inside. The house was dark. It was late, so I had no intention of
waking my friends, if they were even home from their dates. As I headed
upstairs, I realized I didn't really even want to talk to them, not now,
anyway. First, I needed to write in my diary. I quickly reached my room,
turning on the lights as I closed the door behind me and locked it. I
going to dump me now that I'd given him sex, was he?
He shook his head. "You captivate me, Jessica Mallory,"
he said. "I don't quite know how or why, but you do."
I could've said the same thing about him, but I
didn't. I didn't want to seem like a pushover, regardless of the fact that I
had let them have sex with me, not once, but twice, with me so compliant that I
allowed him to flip and flop me around without any sense of self-consciousness.
Sex with Luke had been one of the most natural things I have ever done. My
parents might not have approved, but then again, I'm glad I had done it. It was
nice to know that there was a guy out there who was skilled enough to offer
pleasure before partaking of his own.
A moment later, he leaned toward me and kissed me. It
wasn't a passionate, sex-crazed kiss like we had experienced in the woods, but
a gentlemanly kiss, or at least that’s how I would describe it.
"I had a nice time tonight," he said.
"I hope you did, too."
I nodded. "I did. Thank you, Luke." To be
quite honest with myself, I didn't want the evening to end. At the same time, I
was a little bit chagrined that my first date with him had ended with sex. I
wasn't typically the kind of girl who appeared to be non-discriminating with
whom she slept. In a way, I wanted to somehow let him know that I wasn't a
slut, and certainly wasn't in the habit of dropping my pants for just anyone.
The problem was, I didn't know how to even bring up the topic. After all, it
wasn't as if I hadn't been completely willing, even anxious for such a
coupling.
From the moment he kissed me at the sushi restaurant,
no, the moment he'd fed me my first bite of sushi with my eyes closed, I had
anticipated his touch. But his touch and his ability to satisfy me sexually was
mind-blowing. The fact that I had actually agreed to allow him to take such liberties
with me in the woods left me rather surprised, but at the same time, more than
a little self-satisfied.
I felt confused, conflicted. I wanted to say
something, suggest that perhaps we do this again sometime or some such silly
parting, but I didn't want to seem presumptuous. I guess in many ways, I still
considered myself rather old-fashioned, despite my earlier behavior. In the
books I read, it was the guy who pursued the girl, not typically the other way
around. Was Luke interested in me? Did he want to go out with me again? Or had
tonight been all he was looking for in the first place? A quick wham, bam,
thank you ma'am? I didn't like to think so, but at the same time, I still knew
very little about Luke Bradford.
"You okay?"
I was jolted out of my musings by the sound of his
voice. It looked like he was ready to leave, one hand resting on his motorcycle
helmet, the other reaching toward his handlebars. I nodded. "Yeah, I am,
Luke, and again, thank you for the wonderful evening. It was…an adventure."
He didn't say anything, so I looked at him a moment
more and then turned to make my way inside. I couldn't wait, not to tell my
friends, but to write in my diary about my evening. Just before I entered the
house, I glanced back over my shoulder and found him looking down at the
street. For a second, I felt a frisson of alarm surge through me. Was that it?
Would I ever see him again? Then he looked up and I saw the flash of his white
teeth as he smiled and lifted his hand in a gesture of farewell. For the umpteenth
time, I reflected on how handsome he was. I wondered if it was really possible
that Luke Bradford could possibly, impossibly, fit my criteria for that perfect
guy.
I waved goodbye and then opened the front door and
stepped inside. The house was dark. It was late, so I had no intention of
waking my friends, if they were even home from their dates. As I headed
upstairs, I realized I didn't really even want to talk to them, not now,
anyway. First, I needed to write in my diary. I quickly reached my room,
turning on the lights as I closed the door behind me and locked it. I
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