Page 19 of Savage in the Sheets
“Trust me, millions of train wrecks would kill to be in your position.”
“I’m not trying to turn into a train wreck,” I assure my skeptical friend. “I just need to learn to cut loose a little. And…oil these rusty hinges.” I waggle my brow.
“There are other ways to get better in bed, ya know. I can direct you to a few in my Little Pink Book, if you’d like.” She winks comically at me, and a chuckle escapes my lips.
“It won’t work. I’m never going to be able to relax around them. And besides, I don’t want to bang some slutty horndog. I trust Weston, and I think he’s going to give me good guidance.”
“Ya know, I could teach you to fuck.”
My brow shoots upward in surprise. “Why, Angela, I didn’t know you swung that way.”
“I don’t, but anything to help a friend.”
I laugh so hard, I snort. “No, thanks.”
She bites her lip uneasily, and it suddenly hits me that if Angela, of all people, thinks I’m making a mistake, I’m probably about to do something really stupid.
“What is it?” I sigh.
“Let’s just say you get great instruction from Wes, and he rehabilitates your whole sex life. Are you going to be okay seeing him at the bar surrounded by women? Are you going to be okay if he says he can’t hang out because he’s on a date? I don’t think you understand how good you have it with Wes. To be honest, I’m jealous. I wish I had a man like him in my life, that truly cares about me with no expectation of hanky panky.”
There is no doubt about it: I’m lucky to have Weston. And logical me would never think of crossing any lines with him.
But logic hasn’t worked for me before, and I don’t think I’m willing to give up on my fantasy quite yet.
“Yep, you’re absolutely right.” I nod my head in agreement, knowing full well I have no intention of being‘right.’
Weston
As the saying goes, history repeats itself, and while I’m not repeating anything specific that I’ve done, I am following in a long line of dumb asses.
How so? Well, from the dawn of mankind, men have done incredibly stupid and irrational things to gain the favor of a woman. Heck, a war was fought over the affections of Helen of Troy.
Okay, that’s a bit dramatic, but not too long ago, duels were fought to the death over a woman’s heart.
And while I can’t say I’m necessarily after Jenna’s heart, this is definitely more than a wham, bam, thank you, ma’am situation that I’ve gotten myself into.
After giving myself one last look in the mirror, I grab my coat and head out the door.
Our kiss did nothing to abate my feelings, as I had hoped it would. In fact, it’s had the opposite effect, and I was pretty much good for nothing all day.
Now, as I head over to Jenna’s, I replay my intentions. Drilling them into my head so I don’t get confused.
I’m helping a friend learn to relax. I’m getting her more comfortable in her own skin. I’m making her more confident. This is something she wants—something I want. It’s what friends do for each other.
As I walk, I remind myself that this is an educational experience, and I have now become the tutor. She’ll have her list of‘demands,’which is so Rosie Jetson of her, but also very smart.
My list is quite small. My only demand is to be what Jenna needs me to be. Obviously, a secret part of me wants that to be a sex slave, but honestly, if I get a decent blowjob out of it, who am I to complain?
The exercise actually acted as an excellent form of foreplay last night, as I went over the various things Jenna might demand. Somehow, I doubt she’s going to include facesitting on her list, but I certainly enjoyed playing the scenario out in my head as I lost out on any hope of sleep.
The door opens on the third knock, treating me to a vision of Jenna so lovely, it just about takes my breath away.
She’s wearing a white, low-cut dress with a purple floral print. The skirt sits midway up her thighs in the front, cascading to nearly her ankles in the back. Her heels have a sexy ribbon tied at her ankles, keeping them on her feet.
I cock a brow. “Ready for me to turn you into a savage?”
She grabs her purse off the hook. “Let’s get this over with.”
