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Authors: Arlanna Sterling
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damn it, I wanted her.
Now.
I stood up, caught a glimpse of myself in
the mirror, and studied my reflection. Trust. My therapist said I should learn
to trust. The ultimate challenge. Was I up to it? To taking a chance and seeing
where this romantic encounter might lead? I grabbed my phone. She answered on
the third ring, the sound of sleep in her voice.
"Did you mean what you said? About
us, together, down here?"
"Yes."
"Can I come over? Now?"
"Yes. Please."
Before I could think anymore, I threw on
jeans and a shirt, and rifled through my bathroom traveling bag. There. Three
condoms. I couldn't remember when I'd thrown them in. Expiration date, still
good. I'd take that as an omen, that I was meant to do this.
+++
I turned on the stove light in the
kitchen, then off, then on again. Too much light? Not enough? Okay, stop. I had to quit fussing around. Nathan would be here any minute. I found two
votive candles and matches in one of the kitchen drawers and put them on a
plate, then placed it right next to the bed. To create a mood. To calm my
nerves. I brushed my teeth, swiped on a little mascara and finger-combed out my
hair.
No sexy clothing made it into my suitcase
since I didn't intend to entertain a man. The long t-shirt I slept in would
have to do. Really, I wanted to put on the black dress I'd brought in case a
formal occasion came up, and do my full make-up and hair routine. But that would
look ridiculously obvious and overdone. We were having a quickie, that's all.
Nathan knocked lightly, and I exhaled a
deep breath. No going back now. I opened the door. He stepped in and closed it
behind him. How long had it been since I invited a man into my room, purely for
sex? Ever? I had no idea what to do. And Nathan wasn't just any man. He was my
boss, and a guy I respected and admired. What if I did something stupid?
"Do you want a drink? I have a little
red wine."
"A bottle of water, if you've got
it."
I turned, glad to escape his gaze for a
minute. I initiated this, I know, but my heart pounded out a fast, nervous
rhythm. Bad enough I got hot and wet merely looking at him. Now, we would be
touching. A lot. While naked.
Oh Lord. He'd see me totally nude. I got
two bottles of water from the fridge and turned off the stove light.
"It's, uh, been a while. For me.
Since I've been with a man." I didn't add that I was nowhere near as
experienced in bed as he was. Probably, he could tell.
He smiled, a slow, sexy smile that made my
hand tremble as I handed him the bottle. He took the water, then took my hand
and kissed the back. Then, he turned it over, ran his thumb along the front,
and brought my palm to his mouth and licked. Now my whole body vibrated, from
my head to my toes. The heat that started earlier this evening burned hotter
and I couldn't suppress a moan.
"Don't worry, we'll go slowly. As
slow as you like."
But suddenly, I didn't want to go slow. I
wanted Nathan, now. Wanted to make love to this guy who watched me with raw
desire.
"You don't have to. Go slow, I mean.
I'm ready."
He had other ideas. He traced his finger
along my neck, to my collar bone, then down the V-neck of my shirt. When he
cupped one of my breasts through the fabric and stroked his thumb across my
nipple, my legs turned to water. I stepped back, to catch my breath.
He wanted me, and gazing into those beautiful
eyes that made my mind melt, I saw he intended this to be special, to be a deeply
intimate experience. Passion drowned out the fear clutching my heart, and a
wave of lust crashed over me. I could enjoy him, could delight in this evening,
and allow my feelings to show.
"One of has too many clothes on."
Surprised at my boldness, I reached for his shirt and for a moment, thought he would
push me away, would tell me this was all a joke.
But he didn't. He stood there, with his
hands at his side, and allowed me to remove his shirt, to unfasten his jeans
and pull them down. He'd already kicked off his sandals, so when he
Now.
I stood up, caught a glimpse of myself in
the mirror, and studied my reflection. Trust. My therapist said I should learn
to trust. The ultimate challenge. Was I up to it? To taking a chance and seeing
where this romantic encounter might lead? I grabbed my phone. She answered on
the third ring, the sound of sleep in her voice.
"Did you mean what you said? About
us, together, down here?"
"Yes."
"Can I come over? Now?"
"Yes. Please."
Before I could think anymore, I threw on
jeans and a shirt, and rifled through my bathroom traveling bag. There. Three
condoms. I couldn't remember when I'd thrown them in. Expiration date, still
good. I'd take that as an omen, that I was meant to do this.
+++
I turned on the stove light in the
kitchen, then off, then on again. Too much light? Not enough? Okay, stop. I had to quit fussing around. Nathan would be here any minute. I found two
votive candles and matches in one of the kitchen drawers and put them on a
plate, then placed it right next to the bed. To create a mood. To calm my
nerves. I brushed my teeth, swiped on a little mascara and finger-combed out my
hair.
No sexy clothing made it into my suitcase
since I didn't intend to entertain a man. The long t-shirt I slept in would
have to do. Really, I wanted to put on the black dress I'd brought in case a
formal occasion came up, and do my full make-up and hair routine. But that would
look ridiculously obvious and overdone. We were having a quickie, that's all.
Nathan knocked lightly, and I exhaled a
deep breath. No going back now. I opened the door. He stepped in and closed it
behind him. How long had it been since I invited a man into my room, purely for
sex? Ever? I had no idea what to do. And Nathan wasn't just any man. He was my
boss, and a guy I respected and admired. What if I did something stupid?
"Do you want a drink? I have a little
red wine."
"A bottle of water, if you've got
it."
I turned, glad to escape his gaze for a
minute. I initiated this, I know, but my heart pounded out a fast, nervous
rhythm. Bad enough I got hot and wet merely looking at him. Now, we would be
touching. A lot. While naked.
Oh Lord. He'd see me totally nude. I got
two bottles of water from the fridge and turned off the stove light.
"It's, uh, been a while. For me.
Since I've been with a man." I didn't add that I was nowhere near as
experienced in bed as he was. Probably, he could tell.
He smiled, a slow, sexy smile that made my
hand tremble as I handed him the bottle. He took the water, then took my hand
and kissed the back. Then, he turned it over, ran his thumb along the front,
and brought my palm to his mouth and licked. Now my whole body vibrated, from
my head to my toes. The heat that started earlier this evening burned hotter
and I couldn't suppress a moan.
"Don't worry, we'll go slowly. As
slow as you like."
But suddenly, I didn't want to go slow. I
wanted Nathan, now. Wanted to make love to this guy who watched me with raw
desire.
"You don't have to. Go slow, I mean.
I'm ready."
He had other ideas. He traced his finger
along my neck, to my collar bone, then down the V-neck of my shirt. When he
cupped one of my breasts through the fabric and stroked his thumb across my
nipple, my legs turned to water. I stepped back, to catch my breath.
He wanted me, and gazing into those beautiful
eyes that made my mind melt, I saw he intended this to be special, to be a deeply
intimate experience. Passion drowned out the fear clutching my heart, and a
wave of lust crashed over me. I could enjoy him, could delight in this evening,
and allow my feelings to show.
"One of has too many clothes on."
Surprised at my boldness, I reached for his shirt and for a moment, thought he would
push me away, would tell me this was all a joke.
But he didn't. He stood there, with his
hands at his side, and allowed me to remove his shirt, to unfasten his jeans
and pull them down. He'd already kicked off his sandals, so when he
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