I shrugged and took the bottle of whiskey to pour some more in my glass.It had been a fucking brilliant idea to bring her out here.It was still inside the gated property, but near a pond that had large oak trees, but not so many that they blocked the moonlight.I’d brought the battery-powered lantern I kept in the back compartment of my truck to give us some more light for when the sun finally set.Right now, we could see it as it was lowering into the sky.Another reason I’d chosen here for our meal.
I watched her take a drink.Her cheeks were pink from her laughing at my accidental ejaculation in a girl’s face at thirteen.
But I still thought it was the girl’s fault.She’d been eighteen with big tits that she bared to me.Then she took my dick out of my pants and started to rub it.Granted, it was only two pumps, and I shot my load all over her face while shouting out, “Take my cum, you dirty slut,” but still, she’d asked for it.Until then, I’d only seen tits that size in pornos.The girls closer to my age I’d messed around with weren’t stacked like that.
“Whew.Okay, I think I’m composed,” she said.“Although I may laugh about it again.I apologize in advance.”
“She had those stick-on fake lashes too.My semen got stuck in one, and when I wiped her face, the lashes came off.”
Another burst of laughter.“Okay, stop it,” she said, holding up a hand at me.“I can’t take any more.”
“I cleaned it, then handed it back to her.She didn’t want it though,” I explained with a shrug.
“You win,” she said.“That is way worse than me thinking Calvin was going to ask me to prom.”
I nodded.“Yep.”
She turned her gaze to stare out at the sunset and sighed.“Thanks for this.”
I was going to pay for it with Oz.He’d been pissed when I called to tell him I wasn’t working tonight, but I didn’t care.I’d do it again.Seeing her smiling and the sadness gone from her eyes was helping my own fucking darkness ease.
“This is a hell of a lot better than basketball games and working the spread.No need to thank me.”
Her eyes shifted back to me.“The Calvin thing,” she said.“Um, he still doesn’t know I ever thought that way about him.I, uh, don’t want him to either.”
He knew.He so fucking knew.
“He’s an idiot,” I told her.“But if you’re telling me this because you think I’ll say something to him, that secret will go with me to my grave.However, feel free to tell anyone you want about the night I unloaded on a girl’s unsuspecting face.”
She bit back a smile.“I don’t think I’ll be sharing that,” she said, then brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs.“When you save your virginity for a guy until you’re my age, you tend to be awkward, talking about sexual things.”
“The right one,” I added.Although I hated the fucking bastard even though I didn’t have a face to go with that hate.
“Yeah, and it was silly, but at this point, what do I do?I mean, I know now that it will never be Calvin.I had that in my head for so long and pictured it being with him, but—”
“Wait, what?”I asked as a burn began at the back of my neck and began to slowly spread.
“What do you mean?”She seemed confused.
“You …” I took a breath, trying to calm down.“You said Calvin.Last night, you said that you were saving it for the right one.”
She mouthed the word,Oops.“I might need to stop drinking.I didn’t mean to say that.But since it’s out there, then yes.I saved myself for Calvin, thinking, one day, he’d see me for more, and I wanted to lose my virginity to him.I had this elaborate idea in my head that I would be special, that it would be a moment we always cherished.”She frowned.“Cheesy, huh?”Then she buried her face in her thighs with a groan.
I wasn’t taking this information well.I’d say I was handling it on the far side of poor.She was a virgin because of my cousin?Who did not in any way deserve her virginity.
“Can you forget I said that?I think it’s because of Noa’s book I was reading today,” she continued on, unaware I was battling down rage.“It was very explicit, and I was surprised by all I didn’t know.And here I am, almost done with college.”
I reached over and took her whiskey glass, then tossed back the rest of it before putting it aside.
“Okay,” she said, but stopped when I moved over closer to her.
“No more drinking,” I told her.
She gulped, then nodded.
“Like I said, tipsy is fine, but I want you fully aware,” I said, tugging her hands from around her legs and then pushing them down before laying her back on the blanket.
“What are you—”
