And then she stands up, collects her wet clothes off the floor, and walks to the door. Spinning just before she opens it, she bites her bottom lip and grins at me. “I’m keeping your hoodie.”
Then she walks out my door as if she hasn’t just touched my most intimate place.
Still reeling, I blink down at my penis, which is starting to soften, and shake my head. I grab the towel off the floor and cover myself before resting my elbows on my knees and cradling my head.
What just happened?
I don’t even know that woman’s name, and she gave me a blow job.
As amazing as it felt, I’m left feeling dirty. It’s not like I’ve been saving myself for marriage or anything, but maybe I’ve been saving myself for a girl who means something to me.
It’s not like you had sex, dude. Calm down.
But it feels like we just had sex.
We did have sex. Oral sex.
It feels like it should count.
Someone’s mouth was on my penis.
That definitely counts.
With a heavy sigh, I stare at the floor between my feet, fisting my hair and once again feeling so out of my depth that I’m drowning.
I shouldn’t be here.
I should have stayed and done what my parents wanted me to. At least I know how to handle that life. It’s safe.
But it’s not safe! It’s pressure and scrutiny and expectations.
You can be anything you want at this lake house.
You can be yourself.
“Myself?” I scoff. “Who is that?” I look up, staring at the door that girl just disappeared through and whispering, “I don’t even know who I am.”
25
BEN
“Do you know who you are?”I smile down at Mandy. She’s lying on my bed, totally naked, and I’m in heaven.
Damn, having sex with her is the best!
We made love in a fast frenzy, but before either of us could come, I slowed it right down, pulling out of her and savoring every inch of her body. Yeah, it took control, but it was worthit. She came with my tongue sliding across her clit, and then I entered her all over again—slow, smooth strokes that made her purr and mewl.
I drew it out, lingering in the pleasure until she was so fully sated she was begging me to finish. And then I finally let go, releasing into her and feeling complete, just like I do every time we’re together.
Mandy runs her finger down my cheek, smiling up at me. “Who am I?”
“You are the best time I’ve ever had. The best girl I’ve ever known.”
“Aw.” She tips her head, her smile filled with affection. “It’s been such a fun start to the summer.”
“I know, right?” I lie down on the pillow, drawing her against me and painting patterns on her naked back.
I love her skin. It’s so soft and delicate. So smooth and perfect.
