On the Plus Side

Sweet talking isn’t my thing, but the words seemed to come on their own. She’s turned me into some blabbering romancer.

Her innocent responses and delicate touch were too much. My cock was so hard that it was beginning to hurt and that tiny ounce of pain brought a little bit of common sense back to me. I had to stop. If I didn’t, I was going to ruin my shot at the money before I even got started.

I pressed my hips against her one more time just to get one more feel of her through our clothes before I pulled away. At least I thought I was going to pull away, but as I was about to, she slipped her hands down my back, grabbed my ass and pressed my hips deeper and harder against her. She let out a little sound that made me throb all over.

I hate clothes, but I love them because if it wasn’t for our clothes I would very well be having sex with this woman. I could not under any circumstances let it come to that. For the first time in my life I prayer that a female would stop me. I needed her to say no, because quite honestly stopping wasn’t something I was capable of anymore.

Thankfully, before I could start removing any clothing, Shannon, her roommate, came crashing through the front door. I sat up quickly pulling Lilly up with me, neither of us able to catch a good breath. Shannon, my savior, couldn’t have come home at a better time.

“Holy shit! I’m so freaking sorry!” she yelled out, while covering her eyes. “I’m going straight to my room, I swear.” She fumbled through the apartment with her eyes covered and knocked over a floor plant.

I took that opportunity to make a break for it.

“No, Shannon, I was actually about to leave.”

I looked over at Lilly and gave her my best sorry look before I jumped up off the couch. I’d never let it go this far with her again. Leaning down, I gave her a quick impersonal kiss on the lips before walking toward the front door. It was the least I could do considering I was practically dry humping her less than a minute ago.

I had to get away—she was too much for me right now. As if her glazed-over bedroom eyes weren’t enough to get me going, those luscious lips waiting for me to kiss them definitely were.

I looked back at her before opening the front door. I couldn’t miss the confused look on her face.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, OK?” I said

I didn’t even wait for her reply. I walked out the door.

Nine

Jeopardy Theme Song

I’m a slut. Not just an ordinary slut, I mean a dirty, nasty, get-freaky-on-the-first-date kind of slut. This is a shocking realization for me considering I technically had my first kiss tonight, as well as almost lost my virginity. I was totally about to let him have his way with me. Actually, I was practically begging him to give it to me. I just met him a week ago for freak’s sake! Who does that? Apparently, me!

The sad part is I liked being a slut, which puts me on whole other level of slutdom…a slutty slut. I blame hormones.

Meanwhile, I had the best night of my life. Devin’s everything that I could ever dream of. I really hope he asks me out again. That is if I didn’t scare him off with my looseness. I can’t even believe how I responded to him. Talk about embarrassing!

Shannon says it’s completely normal. I say I’m a horn dog on the loose…a horn dog that was starving after he left.  I’m not sure why I was afraid to eat in front of him on our date. The man can look at me and clearly see that I eat everything that isn’t bolted down. Yeah…that was dumb of me. I should have stuffed my face. I wouldn’t want to give off false advertisement or anything.

Now, it was time to play the waiting game. Either he’d call or not—I’m sure as Hell not calling him. I already looked like a crazy sex fiend. I’m thinking adding desperate bitch to that title isn’t a great idea.

In any case, the ball’s in his court on this one and every part of me, including my deprived girl parts, are praying that he plays.

I spent the day after our date replaying the whole night over and over in my head. I should’ve done this differently, I shouldn’t have said this, and I wonder if he meant this when he said that. Oh my God, talk about pure Hell.

Shannon’s been laughing at me because I’ve been stuck in Devin dreamland all damn day. I even gave in and went shopping—me…the bitch that loathes shopping, but I wanted to be prepared. I wanted to sex myself up just in case I get a chance to run into Mr. Dead Sexy again.

Shannon picked a sexy red top that barely covered my boobs and a pair of black pants that, I had to admit, made me look two sizes smaller. Anything that makes your ass shrink is a good thing when you’re a solid size twenty.