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Authors: Vanessa Stone
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Sunday passed without event, and I mean no event.
While I did give my friends a rundown of what had happened, and hinted at my
first time ever experience not only riding a motorcycle, but having sex with a
guy on a first date, not once, but twice, I held back the details a little bit.
After all, I didn't want them to think I was a slut! The girls laughed and
pelted me with questions, some of which I answered and some I didn't. All of
them wanted to know more about Luke, but to be honest, there wasn't really much
I could say.
Every time the conversation had strayed into territory
relating to Luke's background or his family, he had always, and quite
skillfully, managed to direct the conversation back onto me. I hadn't really
noticed it at the time, but after I got home last night, written in my diary,
and then laid in bed, reliving every moment of our evening together, I had put
it together. It didn't really bother me, though, because uppermost in my mind,
naturally, was the amazing sex we’d shared. I had to wonder if sex like that
was normal, or if it was just that Luke was gifted in that department. I really
had no comparisons. My previous excursions into sex had been rather
disappointing, certainly not living up to the standards I had expected in
regard to the scenes described in my romance novels.
Not that I didn't know the difference between fiction
and reality. Of course, I knew the sexual relationships in my romance novels
were played up to be super-stimulating, filled with chemistry, passion, and
undying love and devotion between the characters. And skilled, most of the time
with the hero, who was a master at all things sexual, tutoring his virginal
heroine in the skills of foreplay and intercourse. Most of the time, sex was
the result of tension or opposing character temperaments that resulted in explosive,
passionate, and awe-inspiring sexual interludes. I guess I could define my
experience with Luke in such a way, but the emotional connection was lacking,
at least when I compared our communication and relationship to those that
gradually developed in my favorite romance novels.
Throughout the morning, I kept glancing at my iPhone,
expecting a text message from Luke. After all, we exchanged phone numbers days
ago, but here it was midafternoon on Sunday and I hadn't heard from him yet. I
was trying not to pay too much attention, I was busy doing homework anyway, but
it got me thinking. Had our date just been a one-time thing? After he had gotten
his sex, was he done with me?
A knock on the door interrupted me from my musings.
"Come in," I invited. Sitting at my small desk, I glanced over my
shoulder and saw Selena standing in the doorway.
"You busy?"
I shrugged. "Just doing homework. What are you up
to?"
"Nothing much," she stated, entering the
room and sitting on the edge of my bed. "You okay?"
I frowned. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, you've been moping in your room most of
the day-"
"I'm not moping," I protested. "I'm
doing my homework. What makes you think I'm
moping-
"
"Believe me, Jessica, I know what it's like to go
out with a guy and then wait on pins and needles for him to call."
Was I that transparent? "Who says I'm on pins and
needles?"
"Well, the few times that I have seen you today,
you've held that cell phone in your hand as if it's your lifeline," she
commented.
I shrugged. "Well, I'm just having a few
doubts," I admitted. "Maybe he didn't find our evening as
stimulating, in more ways than one, as I did." I frowned. “Maybe he
doesn’t like me anymore.”
"Nonsense!" Selena scoffed, waving her hand
in dismissal. "He's just playing it cool. Of course he likes you! Who
wouldn't?"
"I'm not so sure. He was certainly more
experienced than me in the sex department, so maybe I-"
"Did he give you the cold shoulder after
sex?"
"Well, not really-"
"Did he say anything?"
I felt the heat of a blush travel up my neck and into
my cheeks. "He did imply that it was pretty good," I said.
"Maybe I should play it cool, too, not make him think that I'm going to be
pining after him or anything. That would just be the worst."
“When it comes to my experience with men, I have found
that the one thing that scares them away more quickly than anything else is the
sense that the girl is expecting some kind of a commitment just because they've
had sex."
I shook my head. "I haven't implied anything of
the sort, nor do I expect it," I said. "Then again, maybe I shouldn't
have been so quick to let him literally have his way with me, not once, but
twice!" I frowned at Selena. "Do you think I offered too much on the
first date?"
"Jessica, that's impossible for me to say. I
wasn't there. Based on what you told us last night, and believe me, your
details were rather limited, the chemistry between you two was extremely hot.
If the passion was flowing, and I mean in more ways than one, then you can
hardly be blamed for getting caught up in the experience."
"I wonder," I said. "I have to admit
that my experiences with guys are rather limited. In fact, almost everything I
know has been based on the sex scenes in my books. The guys that I've slept
with, and believe me, I can count them on the fingers of one hand, have been
rather lackluster and lacking in any indication of skill."
She laughed gently. "You don't have to be an
expert in sex to get a sense that your partner is good at it," she said.
"I remember my first time wasn't anything earth shattering, either. In
fact, I think I went through several boyfriends until I manage to latch onto
one who actually knew how to please me and didn't just expect a quickie for
himself."
I shook my head. "Why are guys so selfish? Most
of them want to get in your pants so bad that they seem to forget that there's
actually a person attached to them!"
"Just take it one day at a time, Jessica," Selena
suggested, getting up from the bed. "Actually, I came up to see if you
wanted to go out and grab a bite of pizza with me. The others are off with
their boyfriends, and here I am, alone on a Sunday afternoon with nothing to
do."
I shook my head. "I'll take a rain check, if you
don't mind. Sorry. I've got some homework to get done, and to be quite honest,
I probably wouldn't be the best company anyway."
She smiled as she headed for the door. "Your
loss!"
I watched as she left the room, closing the door
softly behind her. Maybe she was right. Luke was just playing it cool. Of
course he liked me! How couldn't he? He had generally seemed to be having a
nice time, so maybe I was just succumbing to my lack of self-confidence when it
came to guys. Then again, why should I be the one to wait on pins and needles
for him? He was the one that had to live up to my standards, not the other way
around. Still, it did make me wonder.
*
By Monday morning when I walked into advanced
chemistry class, I was sure that I would see Luke. I had already determined I
would definitely play it cool. I hadn't heard from him since Saturday night,
and despite my comments to Selena and my attempt to convince myself that I
didn't care, I did find it a little disconcerting that I hadn't even received
the briefest of texts from him since Saturday night. While I certainly didn't
expect him to fawn all over me or to do anything special, a text message wasn't
too much to ask, was it?
I arrived in class a little early, but by the time
everyone filed in and the professor began his lecture, I frowned in
consternation. He hadn't shown up. What the hell was going on? Was he avoiding
me? Was he sick? That was doubtful. I didn't know any of his friends, and none
of my friends knew him, either, so it wasn't as if I could surreptitiously find
out what he was up to. I refused to text him first because that implied that I was
desperate, and I was certainly no such thing. I wasn't going to turn into a
desperate, clingy, insecure woman. Not with Luke, and not with anyone else.
Nevertheless, I found it increasingly difficult to
concentrate not only an advanced chemistry, but throughout the day as I
continued to receive nothing but silence. As the day wore on, I began to get
increasingly irritated. Finally, by the time my last class of the day ended, I began
to have a definite feeling that I had been played. I wasn’t sure if my feelings
were hurt or if I was pissed. I finally admitted I felt more than a little of
both. It took everything I had not to succumb to self-pity.
So Monday came and went without any text, phone call,
blip, or even a suggestion that someone named Luke had ever existed in my life.
Now I was truly getting pissed off. What the hell? Had I gone too far, too
quickly with him? Come to think of it, did I need to be worried? I hadn't even
thought about birth control, safe sex, or him not wearing a condom. Sure, he
had pulled out before he had his orgasm, but I wasn’t naive. I could still have
gotten pregnant if I wasn’t protected against pregnancy thanks to an IUD, but
we hadn't even discussed safe sex or birth control. Our passion and chemistry
had caused sparks, no doubt about it, and those sparks had ignited into hot,
burning – no, scorching flames in a matter of seconds. Still, had I been used?
Had I just been another body, another conquest for an obviously experienced
man?
By Tuesday morning, I had attempted to convince myself
that I didn't care, although I did. Nevertheless, my sense of self-preservation
kicked in, as well as my injured pride. I told myself that I didn't care what
Luke thought. I entered advanced chemistry, sat in my chair, and began to
settle in, taking out my notes, glancing at the whiteboard, wondering if I
could manage to stay focused while the professor began another one of his
laborious lectures. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye just as class
was about to start and my heart gave a traitorous leap of excitement when I saw
Luke saunter in.
I started to smile, but he didn't look my way. There were
several empty chairs in the vicinity around me, but he made no move to come sit
near me. The smile froze on my face as he deliberately seemed to choose a chair
at the opposite end of the room. Perhaps he didn't see me, I thought. He didn't
seem to be talking to or even acknowledging anyone around him, so I didn't get
the impression that he had chosen that seat because he wanted to talk to a
friend. Actually, I got the impression that he deliberately tried to seat
himself as far away from me as possible. But how could that be? Why? I glanced
over my shoulder toward the classroom door and realized that while I wasn't in
the immediate line of sight, anyone pausing at the doorway could have scanned
the classroom before entering and seen where I sat.
I managed to make it through the professor’s lecture
relatively intact, but if Luke felt my eyes boring into his back, he gave no
indication. I tried several times to capture his attention, but it was if he
deliberately ignored me. I started growing more and more annoyed by his
behavior. What game was he playing? I could understand playing it cool, but to
the point of snubbing me? How dare he be so rude to me! By the time class was
over, I decided that I was going to confront him. At the end of class, I joined
the throng of students quickly exiting the classroom. Since I sat closer to the
door than to the front of the room, I was able to step off to the side and wait
until he emerged.
To my surprise, he glanced my way, stared at me for a
moment, and then looked ahead, walking toward the quad. I frowned and walked
after him. "Luke," I said, not too loudly and certainly not in any
way that could be construed as desperate.
He paused slightly, but still refused to stop and look
at me. I took another few quick steps until I was walking beside him.
"Luke, are you okay?" To my surprise, he did pause this time, but the
look he gave me when he glanced down at me was almost one of disdain. "What
the hell is wrong with you?"
To my disbelief, he just grinned, shook his head, and
continued walking. Had he seriously scoffed at me? Really? I stood staring
after him for a moment, and then, growing increasingly infuriated, I followed.
He still refused to acknowledge me, even when I walked up next to him. Keeping
my emotions in check, I looked up and spoke to him. "What's your problem?
Why are you being so rude?"
Again, he refused to respond. His expression was aloof,
and I couldn't see any hint of emotion behind his eyes. He continued to walk,
not acknowledging my presence, and I'd be damned if I was going to chase after
him like a lovesick teenager. So, I slowed down and let him go, feeling like a
fool, standing near the quad alone, a myriad of thoughts running through my
mind.
I didn't know what kind of game he was playing, but I
knew one thing – I didn't like it. I didn't like it one bit. But two people
could play that game. I struggled with feelings of hurt and fury. I had let him
have his way with me, not once, but twice, and that didn't even count the
groping I had allowed him at the Japanese restaurant. I couldn't figure it out.
Why take me out to dinner, act like he was enjoying himself, even have sex with
me, and then act as if I didn't exist? Could he really be so callous? Had the
entire evening been carefully choreographed to result in sex? Why? He could
have taken out any number of girls prettier and more experienced than me. I
couldn't figure it out.
Could he have taken me out on a dare? A challenge by
one or more of his friends at the frat house? I gasped in horror. I certainly
hoped
not. That would be intolerable, not to mention
humiliating. Still, I hadn’t noticed anyone snickering at me yesterday morning,
or this morning, either. I couldn’t figure it out.
Fighting back my sense of dismay and hurt feelings, I
realized there was nothing I could do about it now. In fact, I didn't even want
to do anything about it. Let him act that way. Okay, so you'd gotten sex from
me, Luke, I thought. Big deal. If that's all there was to Luke Bradford, well
then piss on him. Maybe sex had been all that he was after, but I had gotten
something from it, too, so it wasn't as if it was a total loss. Still, I wasn't
used to being treated like that and I didn't like it one bit. Shame on Luke
Bradford. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. I certainly
wasn't going to let it happen again, that was for sure.
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