Page 22 of Valentine Dare

“I bought a blanket, which I usually do when I come out here,” he said as he took it from the bag and laid it out, I stood frozen unable to move.

“Do you want to join me?”

The next thing he did was slowly take off his shirt, seductively with no hesitation, and threw it at the side of the blanket. This time, my head spun around thinking. This spot was quiet, but we couldn’t be the only ones here, even if it was a Monday and not even twelve yet.

“You said I shouldn’t treat you like some innocent. I want to see if you’re the bad girl you claim to be. Can you handle it?”

He was challenging, teasing and laying on the blanket, patting it for me to lay down by his side. I shouldn’t have done it. We were out in the open, but for some stupid reason heat rushed between my legs, my pussy ached, the virginity which I teased Kurt with giving away to him one day flashed out of my mind.

It was as if he was pulling me toward him with a tight rope, my mind flashing with all types of thoughts.

I should leave.

I should stay.

I should just lose my v-card.

But there was no denying the attraction between us, and it was crazy, because as he flung off his sneakers, suddenly I was conscious of it all. I hadn’t brushed my teeth. I hadn’t shaven for a long time; there was nearly a forest growing down there. And worst, but not least, all the running before we laid down on the blanket. I was in some need of perfume and deodorant and not necessarily in that order. Also, the perfect picture I’d planted in my mind of losing my virginity was fresh in my head.

He grabbed me as I got close, and gently laid me on the blanket, and then he pressed his lips against me, not gently but eagerly. It was as if he was a caged animal and I’d set him free. He skillfully moved his hand over my body. He was an expert. I knew there was no way he didn’t have experience. Me, on the other hand, I didn’t know what to do with my hands. Did I touch his butt? Body? What?

He pulled back, and then he blinked and stared at me for a brief second.

“Wait, are you a…”

I gently nodded.

He shook his head. “No way, but you’ve been dating Kurt like since forever, or so I’ve heard.”

He sat up, and I followed him, hoping he wouldn’t change his mind.

“Yeah, and Kurt would kiss. Grope me if I didn’t put out. Make me suck his cock or something, but sex… No, we’ve never had sex.”

“But you know he’s fucking Veronica right. I mean you know he’s not a virgin.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, I knew he would do that. I mean she’s been after him for years.”

He put his hand up to stop me talking.

“No. He hasn’t been fucking her since like yesterday. He’s been fucking her for years.”

“What?” I whispered, thinking that he’d picked up a rock and hit it on my head.

“I shouldn’t have told you, I mean everyone knew. I just assumed…”

“No.”

We sat in silence, and I looked out at the mountains feeling like a complete fool. My heart was beating out of control due to my anxiety. I’d been living a lie.

Why had I been so blind?

He held my hand.

“I feel like a jerk for laying that on you. I shouldn’t have been so crude. I just thought you knew and turned a blind eye.”

“Of course they’d been doing it for years. It all made perfect sense. Whenever I wouldn’t put out, he kept telling me he was a patient man. Telling me he would wait because he was a gentleman. I remember feeling happy and sad at the same time. Happy he was willing to wait, but by the same token wondering why he didn’t pursue it. He was a jerk about everything else, why not this one thing?” My throat was dry, and it was as if Brent could hear it as he passed me a bottle of water.

I took a swing of the bottle, and then turned to face him.

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