Page 81 of Rock Bottom

She hesitated, staring straight ahead thoughtfully. “I don’t know. I think it’s impactful and important. Something that people need to hear, so to speak. A warning, if you will. But I won’t do it if you think it’ll impact the band or portray you guys in a negative light.”

“I can’t ask you not to use what he gave you. The band will have to deal with it. I’m just hoping you can find a way to soften it.”

“I’ll let you read it before I publish anything.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know. But I want to.”

“I appreciate it.” We were quiet for a bit before I said, “I’ve been thinking about something. I don’t believe I’ve ever taken you out on a proper date.”

“A date?” She turned to stare at me.

“Yeah. You know, dinner and a movie? Disneyland, if that’s your jam. Maybe see a band on the Strip. What do you like to do on dates?”

She didn’t respond for far too long and I squeezed her hand. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I’ve never gone out on a date as an adult. I did in high school, but that was movies and skating and dances, usually in a group. I went out with friends in college, but never an actual date. So I guess I don’t know.”

How was this possible? I didn’t understand how guys weren’t interested in her. If nothing else, didn’t they want to try and get in her pants, like normal guys that age? She was tall with long legs and perky little tits. She had sweet lips and a pretty face, even with those big, oversized glasses she wore. I truly didn’t get it.

“Well, then, I guess we’ll have to try a bunch of different things and figure out your favorite.”

“Can you… go out on regular dates?” she asked slowly. “Don’t you get recognized?”

“If we go to a club on the Strip? Yes, I’ll get recognized. But if we went to dinner and a movie in, say, Brentwood? Nah. And if someone did recognize me, they’d just smile and leave me alone. It’s not like I’m George Clooney or anything.”

“You’re way hotter than George Clooney,” she said, laughing.

“Thanks. He probably wouldn’t be happy to hear that, but it makes my day.”

“Well, if nothing else, he’s older than my father would have been, so you know… not really my thing.”

“Good to know.” I was already mentally planning our date.

Dinner and a movie sounded so simple, but if she’d never done it, that would probably be fun for her. Sometimes I forgot just how innocent and naïve she was. She truly hadn’t lived at all, and I’d knocked her up before she had a chance.

I needed to rectify that.

“By the way,” she said, interrupting the turn my thoughts had taken. “I started on birth control last night.”

“Oh, really.” My dick was incredibly happy about this information. “How long does it take to be effective?”

“The gynecologist I saw said seven days to be safe.”

“So we’re starting a countdown.”

“I guess we are.”

“Do you remember what it felt like when I was inside of you?”

“I do. When I was pregnant…” She paused, biting her lip. “I was so horny all the time. I would masturbate thinking about… that.”

“That? Or me?”

“Both. You being inside of me. Doing all the things we did that night.”

“Did thinking about the way I fucked you get you off?”

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