Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“Did you give Coach Harvey’s daughter an …” I couldn’t say it.
Dang it!
“An orgasm?” He lifted an eyebrow.
I didn’t answer or even blink.
“What do you think, Sunday Morning?”
“I don’t think about you doing it or anything for that matter,” I said.
He bent forward, mouth at my ear, eliciting an unwelcome chill along my skin. “Liar,” he whispered just before trekking up the hill toward his truck and my friend, who had a crush on him and no issues about having sex out of wedlock.
CHAPTER EIGHT
FOREIGNER, “IT FEELS LIKE THE FIRST TIME”
By nine thirty, everyone had left the party, and Matt and I were on our way to our usual spot to try it again.
He moved the bench seat back as far as it would go so we could lie across it with our heads on the driver’s side.
“Let’s just kiss for a while,” I suggested as he shrugged off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans before climbing on top of me.
“You don’t want to—” he started to speak.
“No. I do. I just think we were in a hurry last time. And we’re not as rushed now, so …”
He grinned, and I was reminded of just how handsome my boyfriend was. There were many reasons I fell in love with Matt, but his sexy yet boyish smile was at the top of that list. “Okay,” he whispered before kissing me.
It was nice. He had minty breath from the Tic Tacs we shared on the way there. I let him settle between my spread legs, but my dress was still on. His erection pressed between my legs. It was a little uncomfortable because we still had on our underwear, and his zipper was scraping against my skin.
Still, I felt aroused.
Aroused because I’d been thinking about sex—a lot.
Aroused because I liked kissing Matt.
Aroused because I thought of Isaac’s body pressed to mine while he helped me play the guitar.
Aroused from his compliment, even if he wasn’t serious.
“You look pretty. That dress makes the blue in your eyes pop. You have great eyes. Does Matty tell you that? They’re really stunning.”
And I couldn’t get the image out of my head of Isaac smirking after telling me he said Matt should give me an orgasm first.
“I love you,” Matt murmured, kissing his way down my neck.
“I love you too,” I whispered to the only boy I had ever loved.
It might not have been the way my father or God wanted me to lose my virginity, but it was love (of sorts), and that’s all that mattered to me.
“Tell me if you want to stop,” Matt said, palming my breast over my dress while he continued to pump his pelvis against mine.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered, closing my eyes and lifting my eager hips while my heels dug into the seat. I wanted to be a real woman more than anything.
I wanted to feel the desire and emotion conveyed in my favorite song lyrics.
He kneeled with one knee between my legs and the other barely on the edge of the seat while pushing his pants and briefs midway down his legs and rolling on a condom.
This was it. I was on the verge of giving my virginity to Matt Cory. And while I wasn’t sure any man “deserved” a woman’s innocence, Matt was certainly worthy of it. Giving my virginity to my first love felt special, wrong, but special.
He slid off my underwear and set them on the dash while I gathered my dress in my hands. I wanted to watch the way I always gawked when a nurse took my blood, gave me a shot, or the time I got stitches in my knee after falling out of a tree at Heather’s house.
Heather …
Was she still with Isaac? What were they doing? Was he having sex with her?
Matt teased his finger between my spread legs.
I bit my bottom lip because it felt different, not what I expected.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
I nodded, but I wasn’t sure if I did or didn’t like it. I wanted him to touch me a little higher, where I liked to touch myself. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell him or show him.
“Does that feel good?”
It hit me; he thought he was giving me an orgasm like Isaac had told him to do.
Again, I nodded, and I wanted to shift my hips so he’d hit the spot that might have actually led to an orgasm, but first-time jitters paralyzed me. So, instead, I closed my eyes and breathed heavier and faster like I did when I touched myself. But it was difficult because I wasn’t feeling anything spectacular.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Matt’s hand disappeared, and my eyes opened just as he guided the head of his erection to my entrance. He pressed inside of me, and it felt like everything in my body tightened up to prevent the invasion, despite telling myself to relax.