Page 14 of Frenemies with a Player
“I didn’t bring my phone out here. Can you memorize it?” I ask her.
“I think I can handle it.” She smiles.
I give her my number.
She gets up to move. “I should go.”
“You can’t wear that robe back home. It’s going to weigh a million pounds and you’re going to catch pneumonia. Take my hoodie.” I pass it to her, holding it above the water. She steps out of the tub and I take in her body: flat stomach, round full ass, and full breasts.
She slips on my sweatshirt, and it hits her mid-thigh. She slips on her boots and wrings out the robe, but it’s still filled with water.
“See you, Wyatt,” she says, and then she is running off, and I’m left wondering if this was a very good dream.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Willa
I remove my boots at the back door to my parents’ cabin. My heart beats at a rapid pace and all I feel is absolute elation. I look around to ensure my parents aren’t around to see I have returned wearing a Westfall U hoodie and holding my wet robe balled in my hands. I quickly dart up the stairs, thankful they must have retired to their room for the night. With the door closed, I fall back on my bed and take a deep breath then I break out in a mental dance, squealing inside my head. This night was unexpected in more ways than one. Not only was Wyatt a surprise, but me stepping out of my comfort zone and being a total flirt was so badass of me. I also realize I left the bottle of wine on the deck beside the hot tub, even though it was empty it wasn’t very nice of me to leave it there.
I walk over to my bed and fall back on it. I need to take a shower, but right now all I want to do is replay this night in my head. When Wyatt first spotted me getting off against the jets of the jacuzzi, I was mortified. Like I didn’t know what to say or do. Only the way he was looking at me was a huge surprise because he seemed turned on, interested. Wyatt was seriouslythe hottest guy in our high school. He’s going to be a professional hockey player. I thought they go for a specific type and I am definitely not that. There is also the small detail that I don’t exactly know how to tell Wyatt I am a virgin. I’m pretty sure he invited me over to his parents’ cabin for sex tomorrow and the crazy thing is, I am seriously considering it. I grab my cell and input his phone number because I don’t want to lose that piece of information. Not after I gave him a handy and felt the size of his penis. He was also being weird with my lack of cussing. His investment in me cussing was funny. Really, I am just happy to have had two orgasms that weren’t caused by me. I’m on cloud nine right now. I push off the bed and head into the shower. I can’t stop picturing the way Wyatt sucked on my breasts and how having his warm tongue flick my nipples drove me crazy with need. I wasn’t even aware that was a thing. I wash my hair and consider if this is worth discussing with Sunny. I know what she will say. That I should enjoy myself and have all the sex. The thing is, I kind of always thought I would be in love with a guy when I had sex or even made out with a person. I did not think I was the type of girl to just climb on a guy’s lap I barely know and have him get me off, and yet, I don’t regret a moment of tonight. It was spectacular. With my hair and body washed, I climb into bed and crash, feeling so relaxed.
When I wakethe next morning it’s because Mom is hollering my name. When I look at my cell to check the time, I’m startled to see it’s already noon. I never sleep in this late.
“Yes, Mom, I’m awake,” I shout back. I stretch my arms above my head as flashbacks of last night pop in my head. That was the hottest night of my life. Before last night I’d never evenkissed a guy. Talk about going from zero to eighty, Willa. Maybe today I’ll go to a hundred. I feel like my decision has been made. I’m going to sleep with Wyatt. It’s crazy, but he’s sweet, and he clearly knows what he is doing with a woman’s body. At least it will mean I won’t be a virgin forever.
Mom shouts that she and Dad are headed to town for last-minute stuff. Tonight is Christmas Eve and we usually have dinner on our own. Sometimes we stop by the Montgomerys’ which is pretty boring for me. I’m not friends with their kids. Their son, Houston, is also a bit of a jerk. He thinks he’s all that. With my parents gone, I get dressed in a pair of jeggings and an oversized T-shirt. I tie my hair up in a high ponytail and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I head downstairs and eat a bowl of cereal. The entire time I stare at Wyatt’s phone number. Should I text him? Now would be the time with my parents gone. I can’t exactly tell my mom I’m going over to the James’s cabin to have sex with their son. My parents are on the conservative side and they are starting to regret their decision to split the hot tub with them. If I told my parents they screwed up last night, and it wasn’t really their night, they will be very angry, especially if they knew how hard the James’s son made me come, twice.
I’m like a fish out of water. I text Wyatt.
Hey!
I’m not sure what else to say. Also, do I tell Wyatt I’m a virgin? If he sees blood after we have sex, he may freak out. Sex with him will probably be so good. He is so gorgeous. His body is solid muscle. His shoulders are wide and strong, and that mouth of his. . .he really knows what he is doing with that mouth.
Hi! How are you?
His response sends flutters through my stomach.
I’m freaking great. I had two orgasms. Obviously, I can’t answer that way.
Good. You?
His response comes fast. I’m grateful. We really shouldn’t be wasting any time.
Wanna come over? Family just went to town.
A mix of excitement and nerves bubbles inside me and erupts as I laugh out loud.
Coming
I press send before thinking. Coming? Why the hell did I write that? Maybe he is going to think I am getting myself off again. Maybe he will think I am some sex-crazed maniac.
Get a grip.
I straighten my shoulders and take a deep breath.
You can do this, Willa.You know Wyatt is going to make you feel good and he’s a good guy. He literally asked permission about touching me.
I slip on my Uggs and off-white puffer jacket. I would put on some makeup and a sexy bra and panties, but I don’t exactly own any. Maybe that’s why I’ve never had a boyfriend. I tamp that negative voice in my head down. I haven’t had a boyfriend because I was never friends with boys. I was always shy around them, there was never any time between school and my extracurriculars.
