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“Would you want to give me an orgasm?”
It took me at least twenty seconds of replaying the sentence through my head before I fully grasped it. Slowly, I sat up again and turned my body to square my shoulders with hers over the sofa.
“Come again?” I said and she rolled her eyes.
“Do. You. Want. To. Give. Me. An. Orgasm.”
“Like… you… want me to take your… virginity?”
“No.” She said it so quickly I was almost offended. “No, I want to lose that to someone I love. That hasn’t changed. I just wanna kind of… experiment with all the rest.”
“Just… fool around?”
“Yeah, I mean, I’ve got literally nothing better to do while I’m here,” she said. “May as well gain some experience.”
My brain was going to explode. Swallowing hard, I managed to push all my urges out of my mind. “I… um… I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“I’m twenty-one years old, not drunk anymore, and I’m the one asking you for this,” she said. “You’re not taking advantage of me. You’d be helping me. I don’t want to be completely clueless once I find a man I actually like.”
“Thanks.”
She giggled and shook her head. “You know what I mean.”
“So… what would you want to do?” I asked, the arousal finally kicking in that center of my brain. Inside my jeans, my dick twitched, and I subconsciously licked my lips.
“I don’t really know,” she said in her sweet voice, tapping her fingers against her lips before her eyes fell back to mine. “I just want to cum.”
My heart was pounding inside my chest as my breathing quickened, drying out my mouth.Was she deliberately trying to turn me on?I wondered as I cracked out a weak, “Okay.”
“I don’t think… I want to kiss today, though. I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.”
My face moved into a lopsided grin. “You want me to make you cum without kissing you?”
“Yeah. Is that possible?”
The grin moved into a sly, confident smirk. “Oh fuck, yeah.”
Chapter Fourteen
Rose
When I stepped out of the shower, feeling clean and refreshed now that the residual sweat and smell of alcohol was washed off me, I stared at my reflection and thought, What am I doing?
My lips turned into a smile and I said out loud, “Living.”
I clicked open the bathroom door, wearing a small black lace camisole and a pair of red boy-short panties. Walking toward the sofa where Archer sat, looking both excited and nervous, I said. “All right. Are you ready?”
He turned his neck to face me, his jaw dropping when he saw more exposed skin that he’d seen from me before. A blush crept up my cheeks as his eyes trailed up and down my body. “Yes.”
Nodding formally, I headed back to my bedroom with him following behind. Once we were both inside the room, I began to feel nervous. Rubbing the back of my neck, I said, “Um… how do we start this?”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, looking sincere. “Trust me, if you don’t want to, we can stop.”
“No,” I said confidently. “I want to.”
“Okay,” he said before nodding toward the bed. “Lie down.”
Following his instructions, I laid my head onto the pillow. Slowly, he sauntered over to me, looking less confident, almost nervous, as if he was entering uncharted territories as he sat on the edge of the bed.
