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His grins. “I do want,” he says. “We can play school. I’ll be the big bad professor, and you can be the misbehaving schoolgirl.”

He moves in, wrapping a hand around my waist.

“I…I’m not like that,” I say, breathless. He’s so close to me now, our lips are almost touching.

I’m so stiff when he leans in to kiss me that I’m sure he’s going to notice. His lips taste like the coffee we drank after dinner, but his tongue is sweet and soft, and firm, demanding almost. My skin ignites with heat as we stand in my kitchen, our bodies pressing dangerously closer.

“Maybe you are, and you just don’t know it yet,” he says, sliding his hand inside the back waistband of my jeans, beneath my underwear. He gathers the fabric and gives a little tug, so some of it slips between my cheeks. I push away.

“Stop,” I say, even though my blood is pounding.

He pulls me back and his hand combs through my hair, quelling my confusion. I close my eyes as he kisses me again, our tongues sliding and probing. My body is responding to him, even though I’m terrified by what I feel pressing against my crotch.

I’ve fooled around with the few guys I’ve been out with in college. Nothing beyond third base, though. The last guy thought his finger was some kind of magic tool. It wasn’t. None of the guys I’ve been with have been able to get me there, not even once. I’m beginning to think I’m defective somehow, or that all those years growing up I should have let myself date those jerks who teased me. At least I would have learned more about how stuff works. Now, I feel like I’m behind, and there’s no way to catch up. I mean, I can make myself come when I’m alone, so why can’t I do it with a boy?

Brian’s body feels warm and hard against mine. He spins me slowly so my back is against the sink. We kiss some more, and he slides his hand over the front of my jeans to where my sex is pulsing, flooded with so much heat I’m sure he can feel it. It’s like all the years I’ve been wishing for him to touch me has created a stockpile of desire, and it’s ready to explode.

I’m practically panting, my hips starting to grind against his firm touch.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he says in my ear.

“I can’t,” I gasp when I realize what he’s suggesting.

A look of confusion passes over his eyes. “Your body is telling me something else.”

I glance down the hallway where the light under my dad’s door has gone out and the space is dark. “I’m…“ I stammer, shutting my eyes.

“I’m a virgin,” I finally say.

A look of shock zaps his eyes. He pulls back his hand, as if I’ve burned him. Maybe I have.

“Whoa,” he says. “You mean, all this time…boarding school, college…and you haven’t…”

I shake my head.

He exhales slowly, running a hand through his thick hair. “I’m sorry, honey,” he says. “I had no idea.”

I can see him beating himself up. “It’s no big deal,” I say. “I just haven’t found the right guy yet.”

“You will,” Brian says, his lips forming a firm line. He pulls me into a hug, and I soften in his embrace.

“Thanks for dinner,” he says, stepping back.

I realize he’s leaving, and this fills me with desperation, though hiding behind it is relief. A more experienced woman would take him upstairs, would know how to please him. I’m not that woman, and, at my rate, I never will be.

Brian

Fuck.She’s a virgin?Holy mother of sassafras.If I was hot for her before, I’m like a caveman now, ready to drag her off to my lair so I can have my way with her. Messing around with her in the kitchen was fun, and I saw that little gleam in her eye when I spanked her with the towel. The image of her smooth, round ass bent over my lap pops into my mind again. I can see her writhing, feel her hot cunt rub against my rock-hard cock as I give her cheeks a little smack. I barely make it home before I burst.

The first thing I do once I’m inside is unzip my jeans and pull out my dick. I brace against the wall with one hand while my other works up and down. I think about her on her knees right here in my entryway, her shy eyes watching me as I guide her mouth onto my shaft. “That’s it, beautiful,” I say as the fantasy plays out. Closing my eyes, I imagine pinning her to the wall with one hand while the other explores her juicy, wet folds. Grunting, I explode, shooting my wad all over the floor. When I’m done, my chest heaving, my legs quivering, I’m left with only one thought: I have to be her first.

I clean up, marveling at my total lack of restraint. Beating off in my own entryway, that’s a first. What am I—sixteen again? I get in the shower, trying to put Darcy and the body I want to possess out of my mind. But I can’t.

How can she be a virgin? It seems unreal. As far as I can tell, she’s absolutely perfect. Long legs, a nice, round ass, and full tits just begging to be touched. And the way she kissed me—timid at first, but once she got going, I could feel her fire, all right. That and the way she dry-humped my hand. There’s nothing wrong with her engine. So, what’s the problem? Are the guys she goes to school with too busy reading Proust to notice her? I shake my head.Fools. Why would anyone choose books over kissing those sweet lips?

But I came on too strong. And my rejection from the past still hurts. I feel bad about that, but I couldn’t help my reaction back then. She was just a kid with a crush, and I had my own problems. I knew once she got out into the big world, she’d see me for who I am: just a small-town hick who’s good with a wrench. She could have anyone.

So why hasn’t she?

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