Part 74 (1/2)
My eyebrow twitches. ”Uh, that sounds like quite a story.”
”I don't want to... I don't want to talk about it,” he says, turning away.
”Tell me.”
”She was a stripper.”
”A stripper?” I sit up, leaning on his chest. ”Your first time was with a stripper?”
He sighs. When he breathes, it moves my whole body up and down. ”Yes. It's kind of complicated. My dad was... there a lot, and I knew some of the girls, and I think they, um, they made a bet on who would, ah, break me in...”
”Oh. My. G.o.d.”
He just looks confused, and his confusion clearly deepens when he sees my grin.
”You've had an interesting life.”
”Have I?” he says, looking up at the ceiling.
”Tell me about her. How old was she?”
”I don't know. Thirty? It's hard to tell with all the makeup and the kind of exercise she did.”
”What was she like? Bleached hair? Big fake b.o.o.bs?”
His face twists in annoyance. ”No. She had black hair, blue eyes, and she was, uh, all natural. She was very attractive.”
There must be a look on my face, because he quickly adds, ”I like you more?”
Just a hint of a question in his voice.
I force my expression neutral. ”What was it like?”
He shrugs, and I s.h.i.+ft my weight on top of him.
”Do you really...”
”Yes.”
”Okay, it was... she was better at it than I was. She was a stripper, not a prost.i.tute or something, she was just older, wiser. I had no idea what I was doing. She taught me how to, um, do stuff.”
”Do. Stuff.”
My lips twitch. I force myself not to grin with all my might.
”Yeah, she made it last. Made the moment last. I wasn't in love with her or anything but she was... experienced.”
”I'm, uh, not.”
He smirks. ”You learn fast.”
Finally I break out in a grin. ”Do I now.”
I sit up. ”She took charge, huh?”
”Yeah,” he swallows, his voice tight.
One of the advantages of sleeping naked is waking up naked. He stares at my chest, his hands slowly moving up my sides, until I catch his forearms in my hands and hold him still.
”Did she start on top? Like this?”
”Y-yeah, actually.”
”Were you in the champagne room?”
He bursts out laughing and I bounced up and down with the force of it.
”No, we were at her apartment. It's not like TV, Diana. They don't have s.e.x with guys at the club. It's just a job, I swear. I've never met a stripper who did anything more than grind.”
”Except the one that took your virginity.”
He sighs, obviously exasperated.
”Yeah, she was on top.”
”Like this,” I murmur again, and move my hips in a circle. His hands move closer to my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
”Yeah, a lot like that.” His voice sounds tighter now, like his throat has gone dry.
”She taught you everything?”
”Most of it. She liked to give a lot of, ah, directions.”
I smirk at him. ”Really. So you picked up the other tricks from other girls, huh?”
”Yeah.”
”How many.”
”I'm not sure,” he says, looking away. ”At least... uh...”
”At least?”
He's actually blus.h.i.+ng, ”I didn't, um, keep count, it's not like...”
”Too many to count?”
I s.h.i.+ft off of him and drop on the bed beside him.
”Look...”