We lie there in the dark for a while like that, and the only sound is the soft shiver of our breath and the faint rustle of the trees from the lush countryside surrounding the house.
“Are you okay?” he asks eventually, tenderly stroking my cheek with his finger.
I nod.
“And it didn’t hurt too much?”
“It hardly hurt at all,” I reply. “Well, it kind ofdid,” I add, “but in a good way, if that makes sense?”
“Oh that makestotalsense,” he murmurs. “And I promise you, my girl, that there shall be plenty more pleasures like that for you in the coming nights ...”
At this, he leans forward and places a tender kiss on my forehead, and I’m about to wrap my arms around him and draw him even closer towards me when all of a sudden he pushes himself up onto his elbows.
“And now I think it’s time you went back to your room now, don’t you?” he says, a strange new coldness entering his voice, an unreadable expression taking control of his face
Wow. It’s like he suddenly transforms into another person – so quickly, soeasily.
I don’t know what to say. How to answer. And in the end I don’t say anything at all. I just nod silently in agreement, then quickly collect my clothes and do as he says – leaving him the hell alone.
Fifteen
Marcus
As the doorsoftly closes behind her, I lay back in bed, wishing I still smoked. This would betheperfect moment to light up a cigarette. I feel utterly content, utterly satiated, utterly at peace.
I mean, sure. Perhaps I was theteensiestbit cold with her afterwards – but that’s for the best, now, isn’t it? It would do no good whatsoever to let myself fall any deeper for this girl than I have already. Okay, so her body is totally amazing, and I’ll be sure to enjoy it to my heart’s content over the course of the week.
But then once the week’s over? Well, I just need to make sure I don’t find myself moping around and mooning after her like some kind of love sick schoolboy, now do I?
And what’s more, I don’t wantherfalling for me, either. The last thing in the world I want to do is break that poor kid’s heart.
Because she deserves someone better than me. Some pure, like herself.
No, it’s best in the long run for both of us if this remains exactly what it is – a simple transaction. Nothing more, nothing less.
She’s a smart girl.
I’m sure she understands ...
Sixteen
Jennifer
It’sall I can do not to burst into tears. I’ve spent the whole of the morning going over what happened last night, replaying it all in my head, again and again and again. It’s stupid really; I mean, I guess I knew all along that this was how it was gonna go – that he was going to fuck me and then lose interest in me. And really, I shouldn’t feel any better than I do.
But even so.
I just feel so damnshitty.
I feel like trash ... Like a whore.
And you know why that is?
It’s because he asked me toleaveafterwards. He didn’t even want to spend the rest of thenightwith me.That’swhat gets me, what makes it sting so much.
I mean, the sex itself was ... well, it wasamazing. Breathtaking, in fact. So much better than I’d ever imagined it would be. And it was tender and romantic too. He was surprisingly careful with me. He really took his time. And honestly, I couldn’t imagine my first time being any better.
But then he goes and ruins everything like that afterwards – reminding me that I’m no better than a cheap whore?
