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pounced
on my bed, reaching across it for the bedside table. I pulled out my diary, opened
it, and turned to the page where I had my list of "must haves" when
it came to the perfect guy. Next to the requirement to be great in bed, I
crossed out the word bed and wrote everywhere in its place. Then, I checked
off that box.
I couldn't wait to see Luke again, my heart drumming
with excitement. It'd been a night of adventure for me. I had ridden a
motorcycle for the first time, eaten sushi for the first time, made out on a
table in the middle of the Japanese sushi restaurant, been caught, and then had
ridden off into the woods with him. I had experienced amazing sex for the first
time in my life, in two different ways. I should've been exhausted and
overwhelmed, but instead I felt alive, invigorated, and more anxious than ever
to know everything there was to know about Luke Bradford.
Chapter 9
Sunday passed without event, and I mean no event.
While I did give my friends a rundown of what had happened, and hinted at my
first time ever experience not only riding a motorcycle, but having sex with a
guy on a first date, not once, but twice, I held back the details a little bit.
After all, I didn't want them to think I was a slut! The girls laughed and
pelted me with questions, some of which I answered and some I didn't. All of
them wanted to know more about Luke, but to be honest, there wasn't really much
I could say.
Every time the conversation had strayed into territory
relating to Luke's background or his family, he had always, and quite
skillfully, managed to direct the conversation back onto me. I hadn't really
noticed it at the time, but after I got home last night, written in my diary,
and then laid in bed, reliving every moment of our evening together, I had put
it together. It didn't really bother me, though, because uppermost in my mind,
naturally, was the amazing sex we’d shared. I had to wonder if sex like that
was normal, or if it was just that Luke was gifted in that department. I really
had no comparisons. My previous excursions into sex had been rather
disappointing, certainly not living up to the standards I had expected in
regard to the scenes described in my romance novels.
Not that I didn't know the difference between fiction
and reality. Of course, I knew the sexual relationships in my romance novels
were played up to be super-stimulating, filled with chemistry, passion, and
undying love and devotion between the characters. And skilled, most of the time
with the hero, who was a master at all things sexual, tutoring his virginal
heroine in the skills of foreplay and intercourse. Most of the time, sex was
the result of tension or opposing character temperaments that resulted in explosive,
passionate, and awe-inspiring sexual interludes. I guess I could define my
experience with Luke in such a way, but the emotional connection was lacking,
at least when I compared our communication and relationship to those that
gradually developed in my favorite romance novels.
Throughout the morning, I kept glancing at my iPhone,
expecting a text message from Luke. After all, we exchanged phone numbers days
ago, but here it was midafternoon on Sunday and I hadn't heard from him yet. I
was trying not to pay too much attention, I was busy doing homework anyway, but
it got me thinking. Had our date just been a one-time thing? After he had gotten
his sex, was he done with me?
A knock on the door interrupted me from my musings.
"Come in," I invited. Sitting at my small desk, I glanced over my
shoulder and saw Selena standing in the doorway.
"You busy?"
I shrugged. "Just doing homework. What are you up
to?"
"Nothing much," she stated, entering the
room and sitting on the edge of my bed. "You okay?"
I frowned. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, you've been moping in your room most of
the day-"
"I'm not moping," I protested. "I'm
doing my homework. What makes you think I'm moping- "
"Believe me, Jessica, I know what it's like to
on my bed, reaching across it for the bedside table. I pulled out my diary, opened
it, and turned to the page where I had my list of "must haves" when
it came to the perfect guy. Next to the requirement to be great in bed, I
crossed out the word bed and wrote everywhere in its place. Then, I checked
off that box.
I couldn't wait to see Luke again, my heart drumming
with excitement. It'd been a night of adventure for me. I had ridden a
motorcycle for the first time, eaten sushi for the first time, made out on a
table in the middle of the Japanese sushi restaurant, been caught, and then had
ridden off into the woods with him. I had experienced amazing sex for the first
time in my life, in two different ways. I should've been exhausted and
overwhelmed, but instead I felt alive, invigorated, and more anxious than ever
to know everything there was to know about Luke Bradford.
Chapter 9
Sunday passed without event, and I mean no event.
While I did give my friends a rundown of what had happened, and hinted at my
first time ever experience not only riding a motorcycle, but having sex with a
guy on a first date, not once, but twice, I held back the details a little bit.
After all, I didn't want them to think I was a slut! The girls laughed and
pelted me with questions, some of which I answered and some I didn't. All of
them wanted to know more about Luke, but to be honest, there wasn't really much
I could say.
Every time the conversation had strayed into territory
relating to Luke's background or his family, he had always, and quite
skillfully, managed to direct the conversation back onto me. I hadn't really
noticed it at the time, but after I got home last night, written in my diary,
and then laid in bed, reliving every moment of our evening together, I had put
it together. It didn't really bother me, though, because uppermost in my mind,
naturally, was the amazing sex we’d shared. I had to wonder if sex like that
was normal, or if it was just that Luke was gifted in that department. I really
had no comparisons. My previous excursions into sex had been rather
disappointing, certainly not living up to the standards I had expected in
regard to the scenes described in my romance novels.
Not that I didn't know the difference between fiction
and reality. Of course, I knew the sexual relationships in my romance novels
were played up to be super-stimulating, filled with chemistry, passion, and
undying love and devotion between the characters. And skilled, most of the time
with the hero, who was a master at all things sexual, tutoring his virginal
heroine in the skills of foreplay and intercourse. Most of the time, sex was
the result of tension or opposing character temperaments that resulted in explosive,
passionate, and awe-inspiring sexual interludes. I guess I could define my
experience with Luke in such a way, but the emotional connection was lacking,
at least when I compared our communication and relationship to those that
gradually developed in my favorite romance novels.
Throughout the morning, I kept glancing at my iPhone,
expecting a text message from Luke. After all, we exchanged phone numbers days
ago, but here it was midafternoon on Sunday and I hadn't heard from him yet. I
was trying not to pay too much attention, I was busy doing homework anyway, but
it got me thinking. Had our date just been a one-time thing? After he had gotten
his sex, was he done with me?
A knock on the door interrupted me from my musings.
"Come in," I invited. Sitting at my small desk, I glanced over my
shoulder and saw Selena standing in the doorway.
"You busy?"
I shrugged. "Just doing homework. What are you up
to?"
"Nothing much," she stated, entering the
room and sitting on the edge of my bed. "You okay?"
I frowned. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, you've been moping in your room most of
the day-"
"I'm not moping," I protested. "I'm
doing my homework. What makes you think I'm moping- "
"Believe me, Jessica, I know what it's like to
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