toes.
"Absolutely. Stay right there." He winked at me and left the room.
Mary approached me the moment he stepped away. "That dude is gnarly."
"Ain't he though?" I couldn't help feeling a bit proud that he was excited to be hanging out with me. "Do you know his name?"
"Yeah, it's Andy. He has a lot of female admirers, but maybe he'll do the nasty with you tonight. If you get lucky, that is."
"Do the nasty? But I just met him."
Mary glanced over my shoulder and sighed. "Trust me. You want to do it with him. He's amazing."
Her tone sounded a bit breathless, like she had a personal experience she savored.
"Have you and he done it?"
Mary sighed and stared off in the direction he went. "In my dreams. He's very selective. If he wants you, you should jump on his joystick."
What was up with all of my sex-crazed friends and their mindsets? While it had been a number of months since the rape, I had yet to get it on with a guy. Part of me figured I was already ruined, so why not catch up to my girls? The other part of me worried that having sex with a new guy would bring the trauma back from that night and scare the crap out of me. I needed to have feelings for a guy before I'd ever go there.
Attraction was a good place to start, though.
Andy returned with two cups of beer and handed me one. "What do you say we party hardy, you awesome lady?"
"Sounds like an awesome plan." I took the cup from him and we stared each other down as we polished off the next beer. By the third drink my legs grew weak. Andy was ready for me though. He held me up and walked me to an open corner in the room. He found us a spot on the couch and plopped me down on his lap.
Before I could say anything, his lips collided with mine. They coaxed and tugged and he beckoned my lips to open further as he slipped his tongue inside. One thing about Andy that I could tell right away was the guy knew how to kiss. It was a heavenly experience. Even half-drunk he'd managed to set my body on fire with his touch.
As we kissed and explored each other's bodies, we lay beside each other on the couch. He placed my hand on his jeans and unzipped them. I marveled at his size. I didn't know guys could be so big. Dirk was tiny in comparison. I winced as a flash from that night invaded my memory and cooled my fervor.
Would I ever be normal again? My reaction to a random, unbidden thought told me it would be difficult to overcome the anxiety thanks to that sick man who ruined me. Part of me wanted to fight and overcome the fear. From what I could tell, Andy was more than willing to go there with me if I told him I wanted to.
"Let's get a room," he breathed in my ear, his voice tense and full of passion.
"Okay," I said and gave him another lingering kiss. Then I pulled back and smiled as I scanned his body. "I hear you're awesome in bed."
A wry grin pulled at his mouth as he zipped up his jeans. "They're just playin'. How old are you anyway?"
"Old enough to know what I want, Andy," I whispered against his lips as I moved to sit back on his lap.
He stiffened and leaned back so he could see my face. "Whoa. You didn't answer me. Are you jail bait?"
"I'll be sixteen in a few months." I shrugged. "It's no big deal."
"Shit! I can't do it." He pushed me off his lap and left the room, leaving me stunned. Why did my age matter so much? I should've lied.
After several long minutes of wondering where he'd gone, I realized he'd totally rejected me. Maybe Mary had heard something about what happened to him.
I found her surrounded by a mixed group of potheads and alkies. She was smoking a joint when I slid beside her. She coughed and handed me the roach clip because it was getting too short to hold with her fingers.
"Here," she snorted and tried to contain the smoke in her lungs.
Mimicking Mary, I did the same. When I passed the joint to the next person, I told her about Andy. "He freaked out when I told him my age."
My friend covered her mouth and giggled. "Whoops, I almost
"Absolutely. Stay right there." He winked at me and left the room.
Mary approached me the moment he stepped away. "That dude is gnarly."
"Ain't he though?" I couldn't help feeling a bit proud that he was excited to be hanging out with me. "Do you know his name?"
"Yeah, it's Andy. He has a lot of female admirers, but maybe he'll do the nasty with you tonight. If you get lucky, that is."
"Do the nasty? But I just met him."
Mary glanced over my shoulder and sighed. "Trust me. You want to do it with him. He's amazing."
Her tone sounded a bit breathless, like she had a personal experience she savored.
"Have you and he done it?"
Mary sighed and stared off in the direction he went. "In my dreams. He's very selective. If he wants you, you should jump on his joystick."
What was up with all of my sex-crazed friends and their mindsets? While it had been a number of months since the rape, I had yet to get it on with a guy. Part of me figured I was already ruined, so why not catch up to my girls? The other part of me worried that having sex with a new guy would bring the trauma back from that night and scare the crap out of me. I needed to have feelings for a guy before I'd ever go there.
Attraction was a good place to start, though.
Andy returned with two cups of beer and handed me one. "What do you say we party hardy, you awesome lady?"
"Sounds like an awesome plan." I took the cup from him and we stared each other down as we polished off the next beer. By the third drink my legs grew weak. Andy was ready for me though. He held me up and walked me to an open corner in the room. He found us a spot on the couch and plopped me down on his lap.
Before I could say anything, his lips collided with mine. They coaxed and tugged and he beckoned my lips to open further as he slipped his tongue inside. One thing about Andy that I could tell right away was the guy knew how to kiss. It was a heavenly experience. Even half-drunk he'd managed to set my body on fire with his touch.
As we kissed and explored each other's bodies, we lay beside each other on the couch. He placed my hand on his jeans and unzipped them. I marveled at his size. I didn't know guys could be so big. Dirk was tiny in comparison. I winced as a flash from that night invaded my memory and cooled my fervor.
Would I ever be normal again? My reaction to a random, unbidden thought told me it would be difficult to overcome the anxiety thanks to that sick man who ruined me. Part of me wanted to fight and overcome the fear. From what I could tell, Andy was more than willing to go there with me if I told him I wanted to.
"Let's get a room," he breathed in my ear, his voice tense and full of passion.
"Okay," I said and gave him another lingering kiss. Then I pulled back and smiled as I scanned his body. "I hear you're awesome in bed."
A wry grin pulled at his mouth as he zipped up his jeans. "They're just playin'. How old are you anyway?"
"Old enough to know what I want, Andy," I whispered against his lips as I moved to sit back on his lap.
He stiffened and leaned back so he could see my face. "Whoa. You didn't answer me. Are you jail bait?"
"I'll be sixteen in a few months." I shrugged. "It's no big deal."
"Shit! I can't do it." He pushed me off his lap and left the room, leaving me stunned. Why did my age matter so much? I should've lied.
After several long minutes of wondering where he'd gone, I realized he'd totally rejected me. Maybe Mary had heard something about what happened to him.
I found her surrounded by a mixed group of potheads and alkies. She was smoking a joint when I slid beside her. She coughed and handed me the roach clip because it was getting too short to hold with her fingers.
"Here," she snorted and tried to contain the smoke in her lungs.
Mimicking Mary, I did the same. When I passed the joint to the next person, I told her about Andy. "He freaked out when I told him my age."
My friend covered her mouth and giggled. "Whoops, I almost
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