Page 66 of A Real Goode Time

It had the feeling of…an act of tender service.

And then he yanked open his bag, jerked on a pair of shorts, shoved his feet bare into his sneakers, and went for the exit. He opened the door, flipped the deadbolt so the door wouldn’t latch, and left.

“Need a minute to think,” he shot over his shoulder.

Yep, see?

Tell a guy you’re a virgin, andzhooom, off he goes, like a scared little rabbit.

Of course, I did spring it on him moments after we’d given each other earth-shattering orgasms. So maybe it was warranted.

Some time to think about the fact that I, the girl he was clearly very,veryturned on by, was a virgin.

I just had to hope he’d come back and say…

What?

What did I want?

I was more confused than ever.

Because pretty much every fiber of my being was screaming and begging for me to have sex with him. Again, and again, and again.

It’d be…everything.

And therein lay the problem: It would be too much everything and I’d never want to stop, and our lives were headed in literally opposite geographical directions.

I collapsed backward onto the bed, naked, confused, glutted from a concussive, mind-melting orgasm, which somehow managed to leave me hornier and needier than ever.

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Rhys

She was a virgin?

What—the—hell?

How?

That handjob she gave me was…fucking incredible.

What we’d done had been, to her, not a means to an end, but the entire experience. Touching each other for the sake of touching, to make the other person orgasm, butnotvia sex.

Bizarre, to my way of thinking.

Of course, it made sense if I thought about it from the perspective of her being a virgin who had still done other things.

Gah, what a confusing situation.

I was even more fucked up in the head about this girl. Because,fuck, she was gorgeous. To get her naked like that? Glorious. Every damned inch of her was perfect. Her skin was soft and pale, warm and pliant. I wanted to keep touching her for the rest of my life, to kiss her everywhere and never stop. I had already wanted that before I got to see her bare all over, before I got those sweet, plump, upturned tits in my hands, in my mouth. Before I got that tight, delicate, sensitive pussy against my lips.

Fuck, I was hard again just thinking about her.

But she was a virgin, and I was wary, at best.

I just didn’t know what to think.

I wanted her.