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Wrench didn’t look thrilled, but he said, “Yeah, I guess. You’d better get laid out of this, buddy.”
“I don’t know what to say, guys,” I said. “Thank you, though. We’re a brotherhood, all of us. And shit like this proves it.”
“Yeah, whatever, don’t get all sappy,” Tank said. “Anyway, I gotta find Evelyn. I don’t know how much of this you want to share with Rose.”
“Yeah…” I said, pondering. I hated keeping something like this from Rose, it seemed like she was desperate for information on her father as he wasn’t sharing any. But at the same time, was there any point in scaring her over something she had no control over? “I’ll think about it.”
Tank left, leaving me to ponder both the update on Ron and whether I should tell Rose, when Ripper said, “So your first lesson is tonight?”
I looked up, confused. “Huh? Lesson?”
“Your blowjob.”
“Oh, fuck!” I jumped from my seat. I was so concerned for Rose and her father that I completely forgot about my upcoming lesson plan with Rose. What was up with that? The nervous thoughts evaporated from my brain, now only distracted by Rose’s plump red lips. “All right, boys, thanks again. But I’m gonna go give my first A-plus to a student.”
On that note, I skipped out the door, whistling with my hands in my pockets, excited to get back to my apartment.
Chapter Sixteen
Rose
What an insane turn of events,I thought as the shower’s steamy hot water sprayed down on me. Forty-eight hours before I was beyond inexperienced and despised Archer. Two days later, I had finally experienced what it felt like to get drunk, got walked in on masturbating for the first time, had my first orgasm by a man, and touched my first penis.
“What a productive weekend,” I said out loud, dragging the razor against my legs. Surprisingly, I thought I’d feel different, like a changed woman after my first experience. Perhaps losing my virginity was the real difference, or maybe it’s because I had no emotional connection with Archer, but even though it feltincredible,I felt the same.
It was a relief, really. I was worried I’d wake up in the morning feeling regret for sharing that experience with him. But honestly, I felt great. It was such a comfortable experience. I couldn’t imagine it any other way now that it had happened. And that night, I would be experiencing yet another first. I couldn’t wait. It felt as though I was having a crash course in “life” after a lifetime of being sheltered.
This time, though, I wanted to be more prepared. Yesterday, everything happened so fast in a hung-over blur. While I adored it, I didn’t even have a chance to appreciate the moment. This time, I wanted it to be perfect. Or, well, at least as perfect as a lesson on how to give a blowjob could be.
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself with one of Archer’s large fluffy white towels around my body, it being long enough to comfortably fasten around my body. Stepping out the door and into my bedroom, I began my plan to set the scene for the night. When Evelyn dropped off the bag of girly goodies, one of the hair masks came in a box stuffed with fake rose petals. Initially, I thought it was a waste of packaging, but now I was excited. I grabbed the box of fake petals and the candles Evelyn bought me and went to the kitchen.
“He’s going to think you’re so crazy, Rose,” I said to myself, then shrugged. “Good thing it’s just Archer.”
I grabbed a throw rug and placed it on the floor between the breakfast island and the sofa. Next, I grabbed a handful of rose petals and threw them in the air, letting them fall down like snow. Then, I grabbed the three scented candles, along with a pack of twelve unscented tealights I found in Archer’s junk drawer and set them around various surfaces around the area. Once I was happy with the setting, I walked back to my bedroom to get myself ready.
Although I knew Archer already found me attractive, and I didn’t care even if he didn’t, but I had nothing better to do so I may as well dress up for the event. Since being there, I had played around with some mascara a couple times just to remember what it felt like to follow a normal morning routine, but I hadn’t bothered doing anything more than brushing my hair.
But when he looked at me with his eyes, so filled with lust, damn… it washot. I wanted to see it again.
When I remembered his blue eyes piercing through me while he fondled me with his hands, I couldn’t help but giggle. “Who am I?” I thought, wondering whether I always had this untapped sexuality. Shrugging my shoulders, I decided I liked it.
I grabbed the suitcase I brought when I got there, the vast majority of my beauty supplies still unpacked, and emptied it onto the floor. Grinning at all the makeup and styling products, I felt an excitement I’d never experienced before.
In a strange way, I was getting ready for my first date with a boy. It wasn’t perfect, but really, whose first date story was?
First, I did the whole works, applying a heat primer, curling mousse, and leave-in conditioner to my hair before blow-drying it. After letting my curling iron heat up, I sat cross-legged in front of the full-length mirror and began twisting sections into long, bouncy curls that tumbled down my back. Next, I stared at the eyeshadow palette, deciding what look I wanted to go for.
He’d only ever seen me when I wasn’t trying to impress anyone. Not that I often dressed to impress people; I didn’t have anyone to impress. But I felt like trying something a little different.
Choosing a darker gray, smoky color that was much more dramatic than what I normally wore, I swiped it on my eyelids. Ten minutes of extreme focus later, I had completed my eye makeup. Dabbing on some coral blush to the apples of my cheeks, then swiping on some cherry red lip gloss, I looked at my reflection with satisfaction.
Finally, it was time for the last, but most fun, addition. Removing the towel from my body, I grabbed a black push-up bra with white lace designs on the cups with matching black and white hipster panties.
And that was all I was going to wear.
I glanced at the clock and it was nearly five, when Archer said he’d be home by. Not wanting him to walk in midway as I was lighting the candles, I rushed to the kitchen in my underwear to illuminate the room. Once all the candles were lit, I turned off the lights and smiled at the warm, gentle romantic glow in the room.
About ten minutes later, I was sitting there, second-guessing the entire romantic setting and contemplated hiding all the evidence when the door unlocked and sealed my fate.Here goes nothing.The door clicked open and Archer walked in and stopped mid-step.
