Page 16 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
He chuckles. “Yeah . . . okay.” He cleared his throat and said, “All right, love. Are you ready for this next step? Things are going to get pretty serious.”
“Just play it. I can handle what happens next.”
“Okay, but if you get scared, you can always wrap your little arms around me. I wouldn’t mind one bit.”Henry can be so weird. Sweet, but weird.
I mean what could I really get scared about?
“Noted, now continue.”
He pressed play and we both watched as the man turned around and took his boxers off, giving the camera a great display of his ass, which was actually pretty nice to look at. I’d always considered porn stars to be quite nasty in appearance with their climatic O faces and lewd gestures but this guy was kind of hot.
Within seconds, the view of his ass was rotated to a full frontal scene of him ruthlessly jerking off. Oh dear God, that’s aggressive.
“Sweet molasses monks,” I mumbled as I leaned forward for a better look. “Are dicks really that big?”
“Not for an average man but for us gifted ones, yes.”
I gave him a pointed look then turned back around.Men.That was one thing I did know about them; they were always bragging about their dicks. That was something I actually wanted to find out about: why were men so envious about their members? It wasn’t like ladies went around purposefully giving themselves camel toes to show off how big their lady folds were. Blech. The mere thought of prancing camel toes in the streets of New York had me dry-heaving. No matter who you were, no one could pull off the outlandish-cupping of a lady’s crotch.
I focused back on the tablet where the man continued to jerk off. “Is that normal? For a guy to fondle himself in front of a woman?”
“Sure, why not? It’s usually a turn-on for a girl, to see a guy get off just from their naked body.”
“Hmm, I guess that could be reassuring, to know that the guy thinks your attractive. Yeah, that is kind of hot.”
“That a girl, love, getting into the spirit of things. Next thing you know, you’ll be twiddling yourself to one of these clips.”
“Don’t count on it.”
Yawning, I covered my mouth as I leaned my head against Henry’s shoulder.
“You tired?” he asked, lips barely caressing my ear.
“Yeah, just a little.”
Pausing the film and setting his tablet to the side, he wrapped his arms around me and said, “That’s enough learning and sexual experiences for you today. How about we pick this up another night? We tangoed with foreplay, how about another night we actually tackle insertion?”
“What an odd thing to say, but it sounds like a plan.”
Reluctantly, I pulled away from Henry’s warm embrace and got up from the couch. I pulled up my hot pink sweat pants and pulled down my oversized T-shirt. I adjusted my glasses and looked at Henry, who literally looked like perfection with his styled hair and tanned skin that no man should have living in the city.
“God, I look like a trash bag compared to you.”
“You look adorable.” He got up off the couch and pulled me into a hug. “Don’t let anyone tell you differently.” He paused and then said sincerely, “Sorry your vibrator got stuck in your vag today.”
“Sorry you missed me jumping up and down in a sumo squat to get it out.”
“You’re forgiven.” He chuckled and kissed the top of my head. “See you in the morning, love.”
“Don’t forget to make the coffee. I’m going to need it.”
While I got ready for bed, I thought about the new adventure I was embarking on. I was already starting to feel a little randy, so maybe soon enough I would be able to say the P-word out loud without blushing and look at a man’s penis without giggling like a little schoolgirl. I could start to feel maturity set in. Hopefully my date Friday night would be the beginning of a new relationship. It had potential, the guy liked swing dancing, and he had to be nice if he didn’t mind dancing all night with a stranger. At least that’s what I hoped.
When I got in bed, I noticed I had a text message.
Delaney:Wax appointment, tomorrow after work. Time to mow down the bush, babe.
Oh hell.
