by Sam Crescent
My father doesn’t have the first clue about how I felt about Mitch, and what I want him to do to me. I’m nineteen years old, not dead, and certainly not immune to my sexual desires. I’ve never been with anyone, but … I want sex.
When I’m around him, my body feels so achy, so wet, so ready. Like now, if I slide my fingers inside my jeans, I know I’m going to be wet.
There are times like this, I really feel I’m the wrong kind of girl. What girl fantasizes about dirty sex? The kind where her man fucks her, and makes her walk around naked, just so he could see her? I’ve watched a lot of porn, and rather than find it gross and disgusting, I … yearn for it. I don’t want this experience with just anyone either, but with Mitch, which is never going to happen.
Rather than hide out in my new room for however long it will be, I head back out, in time to see Mitch cutting through two large-looking sandwiches.
“Take a seat,” he says, sitting at the counter.
Sliding between the counter and booth, placing my hands flat to the surface, I watch him put the sandwiches on plates.
He sits opposite me, which I don’t mind. I like looking at him. Where I’m blonde, he’s dark. His hair is black with a few strands of grey. He always reminds me of looking sophisticated, cute, sexy, hot. A man full of experience.
My nipples tighten to hard points.
Looking away, I grab my sandwich and take a big bite.
“So, any thoughts of college?”
With my father’s mounting debts, college hasn’t been in my future. I’d not been able to get a scholarship as my father refused to help me in the funding and application, much to the school’s annoyance. Instead, I’ve worked during the past year, and while I have, I’ve been reapplying to a couple of colleges, hoping to finally get my spot. I doubt I’ll be able to fill them, as there is now another year full of eighteen-year-olds with bright futures.
“I … I’m thinking I’ll have to take courses online,” I say. “I don’t want to be the only girl who is a year older than everyone else. I missed my chance to go to college.”
“How about we look over a few things after we’ve eaten? There are amazing colleges, and I’m sure we can arrange something where you can watch lectures online or something like that.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
He does this smile, making me wonder what he’s thinking about.
“I’d love to.” I really wanted to go to college. It’s something I remember my mom always talking about and insisting I consider it. “The sandwich is good.”
Again with the sexy smile.
I don’t know how long I’m staying here, but I hope I can control my needs. The last thing I’d ever want to do is make a fool of myself. The longer I’m with him, however, the less chance I have of actually accomplishing it.
End of sample chapter
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