Page 87 of Never Have I Ever
I thought I heard her crying, and I didn’t know what to make of it. She cried when I took her driving that very first time, and she said it was because she was happy, so I assumed the same and didn’t bother asking her.
And right now, all I want is to see her come out of that door. I can’t wait to see the look on her face when I take her to the last place she’d ever expect to go.
The door opens, and my head snaps in the direction of the students leaving class. My eyes are roaming for a blonde in a white dress. She probably won’t be wearing that, but I can’t help but think of the first time I ever saw her. The image has been engraved into my brain since the first time I laid my eyes on her. The first time I ever saw my angel.
And when she walks out with her head down, looking at her phone, it’s like I’m looking at her for the first time all over again. She's not in a white dress though, but that cardigan and blue jeans looks every bit as good on her.
She looks up, and her eyes lock on mine. A large grin appears on her face, and I can't help but smile back at her. There will never be a time when that smile doesn’t make me weak.
“Grayson,” she says, erasing the distance between us. I love how she says my name with that breathy gasp like she doesn’t know if she’s imagining me being here. “What are you doing here?” she asks.
“Ready for another adventure?” I ask her. I don’t count this as a lesson. I want her to have fun with me, and I want to see her cheeks turn pink when she realizes where I’m taking her.
“Now?”
I nod. “Yeah, you don’t have class, do you?”
“No, that was my last class today.”
“Then let’s go,” I say, holding out my hand for her to take it.
She wraps her fingers around mine, and I squeeze. Her hands fit so well in mine, her warmth contrasts my coldness, and I want to relish this moment, feeling her hand in mine.
We walk towards the parking lot, and I get inside my car, driving to the last place she’d expect.
I pull up to a parking lot and stop the car. She looks around, trying to figure out where we are. She looks at me for an explanation when she can't.
I don't give her an explanation but instead open the door for her to get out of the car. She follows me. I can't help but grin. She doesn't have a clue where she's going, and yet, she has that smile on her face like she always does.
I feel a punch in my gut. She trusts me no matter what and doesn't ask me any questions. There is no hesitation; she follows me wherever I go.
I take her hand in mine again and lead us to the store. She doesn’t seem to know where we’re going, which is surprising considering the name of the store is Vibrant Pleasures, but she’ll find out soon enough.
“Holy shit.”Or right now.She stops as we enter the store, planting her feet on the ground as her eyes widen while she scans the place. I don't know if she even realizes she’s squeezing my hand.
I hold in a laugh, trying not to take away from her experience. She wanted to go to a sex shop, right? Well, angel, that’s what I’m here for.
“You good?” I ask her, trying to mask the amusement in my tone.
Her eyes slowly turn to look at me, and she swallows. “This is where we’re going?”
I nod, unable to take my eyes off her face, her skin pale and eyes wide. “You wanna go look around?” I ask her.
Her eyes seem to widen even more, if that’s possible. “You mean… buy something?”
I shrug. “You don’t have to, I just thought it would be fun to come here.” I'm not going to lie. The idea of her picking out a toy to use is making me hard as a rock. I didn't bring her for that, but it was fun to see the look on her face when I took her here.
Rosie doesn’t know this, but I kept the list. I couldn’t get rid of it. I tried not to stare at it, to imagine what it would be like to experience these firsts with her, even if I’ve done them already. It’s different with her. So one by one, I’m helping her complete her list. I want her to have everything she wants.
I reach for her face, rubbing my thumb over her cheek. “If you want to leave, we can.” I don’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, and I’m not sure if she hates being here or if it’s just shock.
She swallows again and then shakes her head. “No, we’re already here, right? Let’s look around.” Her head snaps to the right, looking at all the toys on the shelf.
She pulls my hand, and I follow, going wherever she wants to go. She brings us to the vibrator section, and I inwardly groan at the thought of her getting herself off with a new toy in front of me. The last time I watched her, I almost combusted, but I’d do it all over again.
She looks at the shelf for a while but then keeps moving, pulling on my hand to follow her, and follow her I do. I can't pay attention to where she's going. I'm too distracted by the hard-on in my jeans right now. I'm trying to exhibit some self-control before I pull down her tight jeans off her body and sheath myself into her.
I brought Rosie here, thinking it would be fun for me, but it’s torture. Absolute torture to endure. Watching her touching the sex toys, wrapping her fists around them, testing them out on her hand. Jesus, fuck. I’m so hard it’s painful.
