"Can we turn off the lights?" I ask.
"But you're so beautiful. I want to see you."
Sigh. A romantic. I always hoped my first time would be with a gentleman.
He steps toward me, gently lowering his mouth to mine. The kiss is warm and sweet. The hard planes of his torso press against my softness. My heart slams against my chest.
"This okay?" he whispers.
"Yes." It's very, very okay. I love his smell, the solid warmth of his chest, his kissing style. We relax onto the bed. He deepens the kiss, and I let out a little moan. "Mmmm."
And suddenly, something inside him snaps.
Everything speeds up.
Speeds up in strange way.
His rips off his shirt. "You like that, baby?"
Is he joking? I barely have time to ponder that before his mouth is at my ear and he's panting hard, like he just sprinted a mile. He gyrates his hips against mine.
Then he starts making weird groaning noises. "Uhhhhh. Uhhhhh."
Jesus, what's wrong with this guy? The good news is my muscles are so strong I could probably bench press him right off me.
"Dylan? Um, what are you doing?"
"I'm pleasing you." He puffs out his chest. "I've been told I'm very good at it."
Oh my god. Pompous much?
His erection presses against me, but it's not that enjoyable. God, my life just turned into a really bad porno. Or so I would imagine, you know, if I watched pornos. Did Sylvia really say she heard this guy's great in bed?
"Uhhhh!" he moans.
Okay, that's enough. I start to do my bench press move when he kisses my neck, and it feels nice. Really nice. I could get used to this. Maybe this is what Sylvia was talking about?
But then it gets strange again when he extends my arms above my head, twining our fingers together. "You want more, baby? Oh yeah, oh yeah! You're my little sexy ninja."
Ninja?!
Grind, grind, grind.
I'm pretty sure this won't give me my first orgasm.
He suddenly pulls away to kneel above me. His fingers go to the button of his khaki pants. He unzips them to reveal Superman underwear. I am not kidding. He's wearing briefs emblazoned with a big red S.
"This is moving a little fast … Maybe we should go back to kissing," I say, because this is truly weird.
"You're right," he says, breathing hard. "We should take care of your needs first."
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I flip my hair to the side and give him a small smile. "Well, I guess that would be okay if you want to do something for me."
He leans over and kisses me again. His tongue gently sweeps inside my mouth. Wow, he's a good kisser. And I do like his long hair; I run my fingers over his head. But what the hell is up with the rest of him?! Maybe I need to give him a chance. I mean, it's cool he wants to take care me first.
Then he gets onto all fours like a cat and scoots to the middle of the mattress. "Spank me."
"What?!"
"Spank me."
"Dylan, um, thanks, but maybe we could save that for another time?" Like, never.
"I get it," he says, pausing to peck my lips. He pushes me back onto the bedspread, lowering his body to mine. I enjoy his warmth against me, but how can I take this seriously when he's full-on grinding me in Superman briefs?
"You want the main course, huh?" he says. "You want a thick-"
Thrust.
"Juicy."
Thrust.
"Steak."
Thrust.
"Dinner."
"Oh my god! That's enough," I say, and push him and his overactive pelvis off me. "Sorry, I'm not into this."
"Okay," he says, disappointed, raising his hands. "I understand."
I get up to leave, glad he was respectful of my wishes.
That's when I hear the noise. Someone's jiggling a key in the door.
Dylan's eyes grow wide. He leaps to his feet, grabbing his shirt and pants. "We have to get out of here. Now."
"What? Why?"
"This isn't my room."
"This isn't your room!"
He shrugs. "I like it better than mine."
Dylan brought me to a room that's not his.
I dart out of the bedroom, past a confused Robert Charles standing in the hallway with a girl, and flee down the stairs back to the party.
What.
Just.
Happened?
• • •
"Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight," Levi says. "He took you to a bedroom that wasn't his?"
Hunter and Georgia die laughing again.
When I got home from California late Sunday night, I sent my friends a 911 text that said I need to discuss an incident!!!!! and they agreed to blow off first period Monday morning to meet for second breakfast at Foothills Diner.