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“Everyone says that.”

I thought about that statement for a second.
“Actually, you won’t entirely know. It will just sort of happen one
night and the whole time you will be having an out-of-of body
experience.”

“Is that the way it happened with you?”

“It was definitely an out-of-body
experience. I was just a kid fumbling around in back of a truck, up
in the mountains.” I thought about that moment and said, “She
didn’t know it was my first time.”

“She didn’t?”

“Nope.”

“Why didn’t you tell her?”

“I didn’t want to her to think I was
inexperienced.”

“Would that have been such a big deal?”

“It seemed big at the time, but I have
always regretted not telling her.”

“Why is that?” Josiah’s eyes were now locked
in on me and we were definitely having a ‘bro moment.’

“I don’t know. I guess I wanted her to know
I was going to remember her for the rest of my life. I thought she
should know she experienced something I will never forget. She
didn’t know any of that. Instead, she walked away, assuming I was
just a player and used her to get my rocks off.”

“Well, you did get your rocks off!”

“Yeah...but—”

“But what?”

“It was a defining moment. I should have
told her.”

Josiah’s eyes never stopped looking at me
the whole time I spoke. He was like an apprentice, soaking up all
the wisdom of his master. Then Josiah looked through the window.
“Hey, my sister is here!”

I looked out the window and saw a small,
white Toyota Corolla pull up. She parked the car and stepped out of
the driver’s side. I had just taken my first bite of my rocky road
lollipop, and it literally fell out of my mouth the second I saw
Josiah’s sister. Josiah’s sister was the most beautiful woman I had
ever seen. She had beautiful, long blonde hair and amazing blue
eyes like her brother. She was about five feet, five inches tall
and was wearing a light blue tank top with white shorts. Her legs
were long and curvy. She had an amazing body, but what was more
amazing was her smile. I was absolutely swept off my feet. It was
the first time in my life I had fallen for someone and had not yet
spoken a word to her.

Josiah and I got up and walked to the door
and she met us at the entrance. She walked up to Josiah and said,
“Let me see your hands.” Josiah put his hands in his sweatshirt
pocket. “Take them out, you little turd.” Josiah reluctantly took
out his hands and showed them to his sister. They were swollen and
he had a couple of knuckles that were cut up. “You can’t even go
for a jog without fighting?”

“They started it,” he said, like a petulant
six year-old.

“They always start it,” she said,
disappointed.

I decided I needed to defend my young
friend. “They really did start it,” I said. “I was there. He was
only defending himself.”

Josiah’s sister looked at me and her eyes
lit up. “Who are you?”

“Just an innocent bystander who would have
helped your brother out, but he took care of business on his
own.”

“I bet he did.” She looked at me and seemed
a little embarrassed. I couldn’t tell if she liked me or if she was
just shy. “So, did you bring him here from wherever the fight took
place?”

“Actually, no. My car ran out of gas by the
freeway and he and I walked here.”

“What kind of car do you have?”

“It’s a black Mustang parked on D
street.”

“Oh, I saw that beauty,” she said. “I
noticed it off the freeway and was so jealous.”

“It’s a nice car.” I couldn’t keep my eyes
off this woman and she seemed to not be able to quit looking at me
either. “So, Josiah’s sister? Do you have a name?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s Maya.”

“Maya? That’s a pretty name.”

She smiled. “Well, thank you, Mr.
uh....”

“Mister? How old do you think I am?”

“I’m actually not sure. You could be
anywhere from 21 and 30 years old.”

“Thirty?” I was horrified.

She quickly stated, “A very handsome,
dignified thirty.”

“Well, I’m a very handsome and sexy 22 years
old.”

She looked me over and said, “Oh, are
we?”

“Just fishing for a compliment,” I said,
smiling at her. I looked over at Josiah and he seemed to be very
put off that I was flirting with his sister, seconds after I met
her.

Maya again looked me over and said, “Well,
the fact that I said handsome and dignified is all I can give you
at the present moment. If you’re sexy, that remains to be
seen.”

“Are you two done?” Josiah finally asked. “I
told Tommy we would take him to get some gas and give him a lift
back to his car.”

“Well, Tommy,” Maya said, “Aren’t you just
the damsel in distress. I’ll just have to jump on my white horse
and bring you to get some gas.” She then smiled at me in a way that
completely melted my heart. I had never been more attracted to a
woman in my life. She then turned around and slowly walked back to
her car. Josiah and I followed behind her. Something told me I just
made two very good friends. At least, I hoped so.

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Part Two

Published by H.T. Night at Smashwords.com

Copyright © 2011 by H.T. Night

All rights reserved.

(Author’s note: All characters depicted in
this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.)

Dedication

I dedicate this novel to my family.

Acknowledgment

Special thanks to Eve Paludan J.R. Rain,
April M. Reign and Sandy Johnston for all their help.

Chapter One

They took me to a gas station and I bought
another gas can. I wasn’t about to let Josiah try to steal one.
That wasn’t the kind of impression I wanted to give to Maya, plus
shoplifting was never my style. After we got gas, they took me back
to my Mustang and I poured about a gallon into the gas tank.

I thanked them both and asked if I could
have either of their numbers. They practically fought over who gave
me their digits first. I took both their pieces of paper and placed
them on the passenger seat of my Mustang. I said goodbye and it was
weird, I wanted to hug them both. I felt like I had known both of
them my entire life. I decided against hugging them and waved and
got into my car. I drove back to the gas station to put more gas in
my car so that I could make it back to my apartment. I’d decided
that I no longer wanted to go to the farmer’s markets, so I just
headed back to the apartment.

As I drove home, I couldn’t quit thinking
about my experience with Maya and Josiah. I had a strong desire to
want to mentor Josiah and help guide him in the right direction.
And with Maya, well…I had lots of desires when it came to her. She
was without a doubt the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. It
seemed like she liked me, but what did I know? Whenever I’m
generally attracted to a girl for all the right reasons, I tend to
blow it. With girls I’m not that interested in, I can be charming
and sexy, but when I actually do like a girl I usually act and say
all the wrong things. It’s like I try too hard.

I don’t think I ever felt as initially
infatuated with a woman in my life as I did with Maya. I looked
down on my passenger seat at Maya’s cell number on the white scrap
of paper. I had such genuine feelings for her. I knew I needed to
play this right. Once again, I looked down at the number on the
seat. Dammit, Tommy! Play this right! Don’t be that guy! Don’t be
the guy that calls a girl seconds after meeting her. Come on,
Tommy! Get it together! Do not call her the second you get back
home! Don’t do it!

I got home and apparently both Patrick and
Sasha were still sleeping. I had left my phone on the floor near
the couch. I walked over to it and picked it up.

Don’t do it! It’s too soon!

I sat there with the cell phone in one hand
and her number on a piece of paper in the other. I weighed the pros
and cons but in the end, I knew what I was going to do,
regardless.

I began dialing her number. I paused before
I pressed the last number.

Who called a girl minutes after meeting
her?

I walked over to the kitchen table and sat
down.

I did.

I pressed the last number it rang once.

“Hello,” a woman’s voice said.

I coughed, and then I said, “Hey, it’s
Tommy.”

“Five minutes ago, Tommy?” Maya said, as
adorable as I had ever heard a woman speak.

“It’s been more like twenty-five if anyone
is counting, but that would be me. I just wanted to call back and
say...thank you again for taking me to get gas.”

“It wasn’t a problem; I was going to pick up
my brother anyway. He likes to run far from home and then have me
pick him up.”

“Josiah’s a good kid.”

“Yeah, he is,” she said. “He’s the best
little brother a girl could ask for.”

I smiled. I liked the fact they had family.
That’s something I had never had. I heard Josiah yelling in the
background. “Tell him how hot you think he is!”

What? Did he say what I thought he said?

I could hear panic in Maya’s voice, “Hold
on, Tommy.” I could hear her hand over the phone. “Josiah, shut
up!” And then I heard a smacking sound.

“Ouch! That hurt!” Josiah laughed.

“Then shut your mouth,” Maya whispered, but
I could hear every word. “Hey, I’m back,” she said. “Did you hear
that?”

“Hear what?” I asked, acting like I hadn’t
just heard the greatest thing in my life.

“Oh good,” she said. “My brother was just
being a pain in the butt. Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“No, I’m an only child. I was raised by my
grandparents.”

“Really?”

“Well, mainly my grandmother.”

“Oh, okay,” Maya hesitated.

“It’s okay. My grandmother is an amazing
woman.”

“She must be.”

“Why is that?”

“Cause you seem like a really great person.
She raised you well.”

I had the biggest, goofiest grin on my face.
“Maya, I was thinking…would you like to go to the movies
tonight?”

“Tonight?” she seemed confused.

“Or we can go tomorrow night?”

“No, tonight is good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” she confirmed.

“Great! Text me your address and I’ll pick
you up around 8:00.”

“Okay, I will do that.”

“Awesome. I’ll see you in a couple of hours
then.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” she said.

“And Maya?”

“Yeah?”

“One more thing.”

“What is that?” she asked.

“Tell Josiah I think his sister is pretty
hot herself.”

Maya laughed, embarrassed. “Okay, I’ll tell
him.” she said, and I heard her smack him again.

“I’ll see you tonight at 8:00.” We hung
up.

I walked into my bedroom and Patrick and
Sasha were sleeping on my bed. Sasha had apparently got up at some
point and decided to lay next to Patrick. They were kind of close.
Their heads faced each other, about two inches apart. They were
either kissing or talking before they both fell asleep. Considering
Patrick was about as smooth as a drunken sailor on leave, I didn’t
think he got any action. A part of me almost wished they would hook
up. Now that I had met Maya, there was no way I’d be doing any
random makeout sessions with Sasha, ever again.

It was 6:00 p.m. I had about an hour before
I needed to leave for my date with Maya. I decided to go into the
cage and do a workout. I banged out 500 pushups and 500 sit-ups.
After my sit-ups, my abs felt like they were about to explode. I
got up, out of the cage and peeled off my shirt.

I tightened up my six packs. I hadn’t been
eating much of late, so my abs were out and about. It doesn’t
matter how big my chest and arms got, I knew the ladies liked
stomach muscles and that is why I always worked them double-time.
My abs were ripped.

Chapter Two

The sleeping beauties were still slumbering
when I left. I left them both a note that said I had gone out for
the night, and I could be back real late. I liked the fact that I
was accountable to someone. I hadn’t felt that since I’d left
home.

It took a half hour to get to Josiah and
Maya’s house. They lived near Cal State San Bernardino College in
the better part of town. I pulled up to their house and I felt as
nervous as I’ve been in a very long time. I parked my Mustang next
to a giant tree in their front yard and got out. I was in
semi-casual date mode—a fitted black, short-sleeve button-down
shirt with a pair of black jeans. I had on my best pair of loafers;
they looked good and were comfortable for walking.

I checked myself in my driver’s-side mirror,
making sure that my fly wasn’t open and I had no boogers in my
nose. Then, casually, I walked up the driveway and knocked on the
door.

A silver-haired man with a spectacular
handlebar mustache answered the door. He was fit for his age, and I
was guessing that he was about fifty years old.

“Hello, there,” the older gentleman said to
me.

“How are you doing, sir?” I said, completely
thrown off by the fact that a dad answered the door. It was a mom,
a brother, but never a dad. The dad usually was usually sitting in
an easy chair, eyeballing me like a king on his throne.

“I’m good,” he said. “Tommy? Is it?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” I said, a bit awkward.
I didn’t want to sound too confident out of respect for the fact I
was taking his daughter out and didn’t want to appear to be a
smooth customer.