So Many Reasons Why by Missy Johnson

you have.”  Tom reached over and shook her
arm. Cass rolled her eyes, and shot me another look. I smiled back at her
innocently.
    “Come-on. You have to give me more than that.” He begged.
Cass rolled her eyes again and stood up. “Take me out for a drink and maybe I
will fill you in.”
    “You didn’t answer my question.” I interjected smiling as
they both headed toward the door.
    “Neither did you.”
    “We were only friends up until yesterday.” I protested.
    “It was never ‘just friends’.” Scoffed Cass. “From day one
you two have had some weird connection, admit it. That first email, you were
smitten.” Tom grinned back and forth at Cass and me. He was loving this. He
liked to see us argue. Probably some kind of sexual thing, where he hoped it
turned into a naked pillow fight. Every guy probably hoped a girl fight would
turn into a naked pillow fight though.
    “Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. Does it really matter now?” I
pushed her into her coat. “Now both of you, go.” I ordered. I could still hear
Cass arguing halfway to the lift.
     
    “Hey you.”  He leaned in and kissed my cheek gently.
    “You look beautiful.” He whispered. Tonight he looked
amazing, in a polo shirt and loose fitting black pants. He handed me a bunch of
roses. My eyes lit up.
    Flowers. I'd been so taken by him I hadn't even noticed him
trying to hide them behind his back. I took them, fingering the stem of one of
the flowers.
    “So,” I began. Shit I was nervous. Tonight felt no easier
than last night. I was still a ball of worry and nerves. The only difference
was tonight I was more nervous because there was actually a chance things might
progress past kissing.  Why had I assumed that getting the first kiss out
of the way would make the rest that little bit easier? If anything, it was
worse. Now that I knew how much I wanted him, I was so terrified of stuffing
everything up.
    “Are you okay with this, Em?” Simon grabbed my hand and led
me to the couch. I let him sit me down.
    “I’m just really, really nervous.” I admitted. “And a little
bit scared if I'm going to be honest. It's been a long time since. Well...” I
blushed. There was no way to finish that sentence without sounding like a
freak. Simon laughed, he touched my arm, my body tingling in response. There
was no doubting it, my body definitely wanted him.
    “If it makes you feel any better, I'm bloody nervous too.”
    “You?” I cocked my eyebrow, eyeing him suspiciously. Somehow
I found it very hard to believe that he could be nervous. He had that cool
older guy vibe going on. No way could he ooze that and be nervous.
    “Yes really.” His voice hid any nerves well. “I’m at a
student’s house, who is almost half my age, and all I can think about is
kissing her. Again.” I ran my tongue over my lips and watched as his eyes grew
bigger with anticipation. I bit my lip, a move that almost made him orgasm on
the spot. The way he looked at me, deep into my eyes, I could see how much he
wanted me. It made me feel so…horny.
    Yes. Horny.
    Now there's an adjective I don't think I've ever applied to
myself.
    “You want to kiss me? Then kiss me.” He looked as shocked as
I felt with my bold statement, but he didn’t need to be told again. He slowly
leaned in, breathing in my scent. His nose brushed mine causing me to shiver
with anticipation. I was terrified of him touching me, yet I needed him to
touch me.
    Gently, he placed his lips on mine. I could feel his breath.
I could taste the saltiness of the sweat just above his lip. His hand entangled
my hair as he kissed me with more force.
    “God you are beautiful.” He groaned, breathing in my neck,
placing kisses all over my skin. Each kiss awakening a little more of the
sexual beast inside of me. His touch was something I'd never experienced
before. I wanted more.
    His hand guided its way up my leg, lifting my skirt in the
process. He pushed me against the wall, neither of us caring the