turned on by anybody,
especially just from hearing that someone’s voice over the phone.
We said goodnight.
I walked into the
kitchen to drink a glass of cold water—I didn’t want to be so
visibly flustered—but then I remembered that I had the house to
myself. A mischievous smile crept across my face. I didn’t have to
keep my cool for anyone.
I practically ran into
my bedroom, opened the bed side drawer, and found my silver bullet.
As I tugged at the waistband of my pajama pants, I thought of Ryan’s
mouth on mine, imagined him trailing kisses down the body, grabbing
at my breasts with those incredible hands. I turned on the little
device. Licking, kissing, biting, until at last I pictured him
between my legs, his mouth teasing me.
I rubbed the vibrator
against my center. I imagined his tongue flicking my spot, his lips
sucking mine. I felt my breath sharpening, and couldn’t control my
moaning. I came with a great release and sat panting on the bed for a
few minutes. If just thinking about him could make me so
incredibly turned on, I was afraid and excited at what kind of
ecstasy would happen when we were in private again.
Chapter 20
Amy
The restaurant Hunter
had picked was surprisingly crowded and really beautiful. It was
mostly couples or double dates, and the atmosphere was festive.
Hunter looked undeniably handsome in his jeans and chambray button
down shirt. He was one of those people who exude sexuality. It was
hard not to imagine what it would feel like to slowly unbutton his
shirt with my teeth, and then scolded myself for my dirty thoughts.
What was I, some horny teenager? We are just friends, I
reminded myself. Friends catching up after a long time. And I
was already developing real feelings for Ryan. I guess when you start
getting turned on so regularly, it’s hard not to think about sex
all the time.
The host tried to seat
us near the middle of the room, but Hunter stopped him and asked for
a table outside off to one corner. He didn’t seem relaxed like he
had when I’d last seen him. His jaw was set and rigid and he kept
unlocking his phone, glancing at it for a second, then putting it to
sleep. Was he expecting somebody to call? I hoped a glass of wine or
a beer would chill him out. Maybe this reunion wasn’t such a good
idea after all. I should have just pretended to be busy when we’d
run into each other yesterday.
“You okay?” I asked
tentatively. I didn’t want to go all emo on him, but he seemed
really stressed. At first Hunter remained silent, but as soon as they
were seated and the host had walked away, he took a deep breath.
“I’m fine,” he
said, although he still looked distracted through his smile and his
voice still sounded tight. He’d had moods likes this when we dated.
I tried to look at him now, and remember how he was the first guy I’d
ever loved, but even now the feeling of dread when he’d get all
silent on me was there, just as clear as if we’d dated yesterday.
Sure I’d had crushes before, but I hadn’t really given myself to
someone until I was with him. That’s why his moods affected me so
much. It seemed like if he was happy then I was happy, if he was
upset, I was too.
And of course it got
worse after I’d lost my virginity to him. I felt more attached than
before, more dependent on his satisfaction for my own happiness than
I ever had been. I took a sip of water and moved my thoughts
elsewhere. I had promised myself not to dwell on that now. Tonight
was for catching up with my old friend. But I could only do that if
he relaxed.
“So tell me what is
going on? What did you do after UT?” I asked. Hunter had gone away
to college in Texas, while I’d stayed local to take care of Luke
while I studied.
Hunter chuckled. “I
worked for a few contractors there, who were working on projects with
my dad in Austin and Dallas. It was good to learn the business away
from my dad’s shadow. And now of course, I’m back and helping him
run it.” Hunter
especially just from hearing that someone’s voice over the phone.
We said goodnight.
I walked into the
kitchen to drink a glass of cold water—I didn’t want to be so
visibly flustered—but then I remembered that I had the house to
myself. A mischievous smile crept across my face. I didn’t have to
keep my cool for anyone.
I practically ran into
my bedroom, opened the bed side drawer, and found my silver bullet.
As I tugged at the waistband of my pajama pants, I thought of Ryan’s
mouth on mine, imagined him trailing kisses down the body, grabbing
at my breasts with those incredible hands. I turned on the little
device. Licking, kissing, biting, until at last I pictured him
between my legs, his mouth teasing me.
I rubbed the vibrator
against my center. I imagined his tongue flicking my spot, his lips
sucking mine. I felt my breath sharpening, and couldn’t control my
moaning. I came with a great release and sat panting on the bed for a
few minutes. If just thinking about him could make me so
incredibly turned on, I was afraid and excited at what kind of
ecstasy would happen when we were in private again.
Chapter 20
Amy
The restaurant Hunter
had picked was surprisingly crowded and really beautiful. It was
mostly couples or double dates, and the atmosphere was festive.
Hunter looked undeniably handsome in his jeans and chambray button
down shirt. He was one of those people who exude sexuality. It was
hard not to imagine what it would feel like to slowly unbutton his
shirt with my teeth, and then scolded myself for my dirty thoughts.
What was I, some horny teenager? We are just friends, I
reminded myself. Friends catching up after a long time. And I
was already developing real feelings for Ryan. I guess when you start
getting turned on so regularly, it’s hard not to think about sex
all the time.
The host tried to seat
us near the middle of the room, but Hunter stopped him and asked for
a table outside off to one corner. He didn’t seem relaxed like he
had when I’d last seen him. His jaw was set and rigid and he kept
unlocking his phone, glancing at it for a second, then putting it to
sleep. Was he expecting somebody to call? I hoped a glass of wine or
a beer would chill him out. Maybe this reunion wasn’t such a good
idea after all. I should have just pretended to be busy when we’d
run into each other yesterday.
“You okay?” I asked
tentatively. I didn’t want to go all emo on him, but he seemed
really stressed. At first Hunter remained silent, but as soon as they
were seated and the host had walked away, he took a deep breath.
“I’m fine,” he
said, although he still looked distracted through his smile and his
voice still sounded tight. He’d had moods likes this when we dated.
I tried to look at him now, and remember how he was the first guy I’d
ever loved, but even now the feeling of dread when he’d get all
silent on me was there, just as clear as if we’d dated yesterday.
Sure I’d had crushes before, but I hadn’t really given myself to
someone until I was with him. That’s why his moods affected me so
much. It seemed like if he was happy then I was happy, if he was
upset, I was too.
And of course it got
worse after I’d lost my virginity to him. I felt more attached than
before, more dependent on his satisfaction for my own happiness than
I ever had been. I took a sip of water and moved my thoughts
elsewhere. I had promised myself not to dwell on that now. Tonight
was for catching up with my old friend. But I could only do that if
he relaxed.
“So tell me what is
going on? What did you do after UT?” I asked. Hunter had gone away
to college in Texas, while I’d stayed local to take care of Luke
while I studied.
Hunter chuckled. “I
worked for a few contractors there, who were working on projects with
my dad in Austin and Dallas. It was good to learn the business away
from my dad’s shadow. And now of course, I’m back and helping him
run it.” Hunter
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