Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
She looks down and fiddles her hands together. “Uh, I liked how confident she was. I couldn’t imagine undressing like that for one man, let alone a room full of people. I liked the way the man looked at her. He was worshiping her with his eyes. He literally looked as if he was in pain until he got to touch her. And you could tell it wasn’t a show; he was obviously into her. Heck, everyone was into her.” She pauses for a minute and then murmurs huskily, “You were.”
I shrug. “She was pretty.”
She blurts out a laugh. “Pretty? You thought she was pretty? So you have that kind of reaction to a woman that is pretty?”
I knew eventually we would have to talk about it. I knew she felt my erection pressed into her back. I could dispute her claim and tell her exactly why I had the reaction I did, but I’m not ready to admit to that yet. Instead, I change the subject. “So you were enjoying it but you wanted to leave.”
I turn on the road that leads to downtown Whiskey Run, and we’re just minutes from Abby’s house. I’m dreading it, because I want to spend more time with her.
She sits back and leans her head on the seat. “I don’t know how to explain it. I felt hot all over, my heart was racing, my belly felt funny. Geez, I’ve never…. Forget it.”
I turn onto her road and sit up a little straighter. Just listening to her talk, I’m hard. The way she’s talking about it with her voice husky has me thinking all kinds of things.
“No, I’m not forgetting it. Tell me.”
I pull into her driveway, park the car, and turn in my seat to look at her. “Talk to me. You’ve never what?”
She still has her head leaned back on the chair and is staring at the ceiling of the truck. Her eyes are clenched, and she groans. “I lost my virginity the night I conceived Alexis. I didn’t know it then, of course, but even though we’d dated for a while, Wayne wanted my virginity, and that was it. Then I was pregnant and well, I haven’t dated anyone since then. I mean, I’ve dated but not… you know. God, this is so embarrassing. I think, I don’t know, I thought I was having an orgasm, which is weird, right? That’s not possible.”
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. She’s your best friend’s little sister. She’s your best friend’s little sister. I keep repeating that to myself in my head. “Abby, are you telling me that you’ve never had an orgasm before?”
She finally lifts her head and turns to look at me. She’s staring at me wide-eyed, and I know the answer before she even opens her mouth. “No, I mean, never with someone else. Of course I’ve tried by myself, but I’ve never been able to get there. At least I don’t think I have. Does that make sense?”
Speechless, all I can do is stare at her. Abby is twenty-four years old. She’s a sexy, curvy woman that should have men falling to their knees to be with her, and she’s telling me that she’s never had an orgasm.
When I say nothing, she clenches her eyes shut, shakes her head, and reaches for the door. “Shoot, you must think I’m a freak. I’m sorry. Look, thank you for tonight. Thanks for getting me out of there when you did… Can you imagine if I’d had an orgasm right there in front of everyone? Of course, it probably wouldn’t have happened because I’m frigid but… geez, can you imagine?”
She freezes with her back to me, and all I can do is stare at the back of her head with my mouth open. She has never had an orgasm.
She slowly turns her head to me. “Davis… geez, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s like I get around you and I just can’t stop talking. I can’t believe I just told you all that. Please forget it.”
I put my hand on her shoulder. “I can’t forget it.”
She grimaces, and I tighten my hold on her, not wanting to let her go just yet. There’s no way she’s frigid. I’m telling myself that I’m doing this for her, but I know it’s a lie. “I need you to do me a favor.”
She blurts out a laugh. “What? Act like I don’t know you the next time I see you? Trust me, I get it.”
I hold her tighter and lean toward her. “No, I need you to breathe. Take a deep breath and let it out.”
She does as I ask, and then I tell her to do it again.
She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
I nod. “Okay. Lean back in your seat and relax for a minute.”