Page 15 of Craving You
“Two, silly.Relax,” she says, poking the end of my nose.
“You are going to regret this in the morning,” I say.
“Why?Because I’m being a hoe, and you are sweetly rejecting me?”
“Why are you mean to yourself?”I ask.
“Why are you offended by being called innocent?”she counters.
“I’m not offended.”
“Yes, you are,” she retorts.
“No…”
“Yes,” she huffs.
“Lori, I’m a virgin,” I say, and she stops talking.
Lori is looking at me.I can’t tell if she has zoned out or if she is thinking.I don’t know why the fuck I said that.That is not how I wanted to tell her.How do you tell someone that you are nearly thirty and haven’t fucked anyone because you’ve decided you are going to save that part of yourself for them?
“You just need a teacher,” she says finally.“Someone to tell you what to do.”
“Is that right?”I ask.
“Mhmm.I know a girl with lots of experience,” she smiles.
“Is she currently high on muscle relaxers?”I ask, and she giggles.“Lori, this is a conversation that should happen when you are not high.”
“What if I don’t remember?”
“Then the next time I tell you, I get to see if it’s just being high that made you not laugh at me.”I say.
“Why would I laugh?”she says with a frown.“If I could go back, I would have waited to have sex.”
“Oh?”I ask.
“Mhmm… Before the rape… I was convinced that you’d be my first,” she says.“Dumb, I know… But then he hurt me… now I’m ruined.”
“You are not ruined,” I say, cupping her cheek.“What if I told you that I haven’t because I want you to be my first?”
“I’d make a good teacher,” she says with a grin.
“Oh, would you teach me?”I ask.
“Well, I’d walk you through it.I’d tell you what I like and eventually, you’d be an expert at fucking me,” she says.“Oh, and I’d definitely suck your dick.Every man should experience that.”
“Noted,” I laugh.“You should sleep.”
“Are you going to be here when I wake?”
“No, I need to go home so I can get ready for work,” I say.“I’ll stay until you fall back asleep.”
“Mkay,” she says.She snuggles closer, but leaves her leg over mine.“I’m sleepy.”
“Then sleep,” I say.“I’m right here.”
“I’m going to hate myself tomorrow,” she says as her eyes flutter closed.The sad part is, there is nothing I can do to keep her from hating herself when she remembers how freely she spoke.
