Damn! A part of me wished she’d already had sex with someone else so there’d be less pressure on me. Of course, a bigger part of me would want to punch that nonexistent guy in the face. The entire situation sucked. I wanted to do this right. Unfortunately, this was my first real relationship and my examples of other relationships were all failures.
Gianna was right when she said I was nervous about having sex with her. I’d messed up in life so much and this was the first time the thought of screwing up bothered me.
*****
As we were getting ready to go out, Gianna teased me that I actually managed to pack suitable clubbing clothes and shoes for her. It was definitely pure luck because I hadn’t been paying attention in my packing frenzy.
Before leaving the room, I pulled my sexy girl in for a kiss. “You look beautiful, Gianna. Almost as hot as I do.”
She rolled her eyes, smiling. “You are so full of yourself, Caleb.”
“And by the end of the night, you’ll be so full of me, too.”
Gianna let out a sound that sounded like a mix between a laugh and a cough. She recovered and quickly changed the subject. “Number eight is only half completed. Let’s go find a cool club and then I think we can officially call it accomplished.”
I let her change of topic slide. “Okay. Let’s go, party girl.”
CHAPTER TWO
“Love is a game that two can play and both win.”
-Eva Gabor
GIANNA
Caleb and I took a taxi over to the Palms casino to check out one of the clubs there. Caleb had heard of a club called Rain was supposed to be pretty cool. Even though it was a weeknight, the place was packed. Vegas probably never had a slow night.
I planned on not getting too drunk tonight. Caleb wasn’t the type to have sex with a girl who was wasted. We got our drinks first and found an empty booth for some privacy. Caleb waited patiently for me to finish my drink then we headed out to the dance floor.
Caleb was so cute and protective, pushing his way through the crowd of people while holding my hand and dragging me along behind him. I was a little tipsy from the rush of alcohol and giggled. Part of me suspected he wanted to make sure no guys bumped into me while trying to cop a feel.
I hadn’t forgotten the whole disagreement about who would be begging who by the end of the night. Caleb may have been the expert on sexual relationships, but I was still the female here. Virgin or not, I still held most of the power.
Although, Caleb seemed like the type of guy who could made a girl hooked. I burst out in laughter and Caleb shook his head at me, making me abruptly stop as he grabbed my ass.
I was tired of him being so hesitant to have sex with me because I was a virgin. He’d given me enough innuendos about what he wanted to do to me, but hadn’t followed through with any of them yet. I still remembered when he found out my v-card had yet to be punched and treated me like I carried a freaking disease.
When dancing to a sexy hip hop song, I made sure to rub against him a lot. My hand accidentally brushed against his crotch area.
My bad.
Caleb pulled my body even tighter against his own. I could almost see the hormones in the air, floating with the sensual beats of the music.
After dancing a few songs, we got more drinks and leaned against a railing since our former table was now occupied, along with all the others. The club was even more packed now than when we’d arrived. Sucking down the last of the alcohol at the bottom of my glass, I handed my drink to a passing waitress and shouted in Caleb’s ear, “Don’t get too drunk! I don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of you later tonight!”
With him looking at me from the corner of his eye while tipping his drink back, I got the impression he was thinking some very naughty thoughts. The tight feeling low in my stomach was accompanied by heat in my cheeks. I was glad the club was dark so he couldn’t laugh at my blush. Crap, I should’ve kept in mind what a big manwhore Caleb was. He was batting in the big leagues when playing this game while I was still benched in little league.
Deciding to quit while I was not exactly ahead, but neck and neck, I dragged him back to the dance floor. The DJ started a Black Eyed Peas track and I could totally relate to the song. I had a feeling tonight would be a good night, also.
The last drink began to hit me and I got my nerve back enough to tease Caleb some more on the dance floor. With my back to him, I rubbed against his front. Kind of like a bear scratching his back against a tree but with more hip movement. Hopefully this bear wouldn’t bite too hard. Caleb’s body began responding to mine and it was a good thing my back was to him otherwise he’d have seen my satisfaction.