“Oh,” he said quietly. His eyes were distant for a few moments. “He acted like it was urgent.”
“He’s just like that,” I said.
“He’s pushy.” Matt looked down and continued flipping through the magazine without looking up at me.
“He cares.”
“He wants to get in your pants.”
“So do you.” I walked over, grabbed the magazine, and tossed it aside.
“That’s true,” he said, with a twinkle in his eye.
Standing between his knees, I bent and kissed the top of his head. He ran his hands up and down the back of my bare legs.
“Do you wear short dresses like this to make me crazy?” His voice was raspy. We hadn’t done anything but kiss since the night Matt had proven his skills. We had slept in the same bed a few nights, curling up into each other, exhausted after marathon study sessions, but nothing beyond that. Frankly, his self-control was saintly. We were ready, I was ready, and Matt knew it. Now that the stress from finals had been relieved, the only tension left was the kind thatwracked our bodies and begged to be released every time we touched each another.
“I’m almost done. I’ll come over after I shower. Do you have wine in your room?” I asked.
“A little, I think,” he mumbled into my stomach as I continued playing with his messy hair.
“I just want a tiny bit to take the edge off.”
He gripped my legs harder and looked up at me. He understood. “I’ll pick up some wine.”
I nodded. “What time is our flight tomorrow morning?”
“Six fifteen.”
“Yikes, that’s early.” I looked at the clock; it was already eleven p.m.
Matt stood up and held my face with both hands and kissed me softly. “Just come over when you’re done. We can sleep on the plane.”
I swallowed and nodded.
Before he reached the door, he turned around. “Hey, Grace?” He gripped the molding above the door and leaned in, his gaze on the ground. I could see his triceps flexing as he rocked forward a couple of times.
“Yeah?”
“Before you come over tonight... be sure... okay?” He looked up and narrowed his eyes. “And wear that dress.”
His shirt had ridden up, revealing the muscles of his lower abdomen. I couldn’t help but stare. When I looked back up to his face I expected to see a cocky smile, but his lips were flat. Serious.
“Okay.” I said.
After he left the room, I ransacked my closet for something to pack that I could wear to his rich father’s house.I basically threw all of the clothes I owned into my suitcase, then I took off my dress, laid it out on the bed, and got into the shower. A million insecurities ran through my mind as I groomed every inch of my body.
I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, letting the hot water pour down on me. My hand instinctively moved lower as I ran through images of Matt touching me over and over again in my mind. I touched my breasts, trying to imagine what they would feel like to him. I wondered if I had sex appeal. I tried to imagine how I would pose or move my body. I didn’t have a clue.
After the shower, I dried my hair quickly and put on a tiny bit of lip gloss. I had one matching bra and underwear set. It was cheap black lace, and the panties were unraveling a bit at the hip. I put them on and stared at myself in the full-length mirror. Cupping my breasts over the lace and smoothing my hands down my sides to my hips, my nerves began to calm. I needed to know how I would feel to him. I was smooth and warm, and when I reached lower, I was wet. I slipped my red dress with black flowers over my head.
Everything was ready and sitting by the door for the trip. The only thing left on my agenda that night was to lose my virginity. I was more nervous than I had ever been, but I was ready.
I knocked on his door a moment later, and when I heard him shuffling across the floor, my stomach dropped. He had told me to be sure, but now I was having doubts.
He swung the door open wide, already armed with a glass of wine, and handed it over to me. “I figured you’d need that right away.”
In my typical, dorky way, I started blabbering. “Yeah,I mean, I don’t know what the heck I’m doing or what to expect, or what you like or... like, how I’m supposed to do it... or look or feel...”
