Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I stand back and admire my body. I have on my brand-new LBD—little black dress. Incidentally, they do not lie when they say every girl should have one in their closet. They definitely should. I’m not sure you should spend the seven hundred bucks that this one cost me, however. Luckily, Daddy gives me a budget and I stay within it. It’s not my fault if he spoils me rotten and my budget is more than enough to buy whatever I want. Honestly, Mom kind of gives me what I want, too. That’s what happens when you’re the baby of the family, I suppose. Still, I do make my own money. So, I don’t feel guilty.
If Daddy could see me in this dress right now, he’d have a cow. I would either be dead or grounded for life. That thought makes me giggle. The dress comes down to my mid-thigh. It’s tight and hugs my hourglass figure. The silky material makes it appear that I was poured into it. There’s not a curve that’s not outlined and the way it puts my breasts on display is probably indecent. I look down at my double d’s with a smirk.
If you have them, flaunt them.
The pounding has finally stopped. It’s about fucking time. I bend down to adjust the strap on my fuck-me pumps and I can feel the cool air touching my ass.
“Note to self, do not do much bending over on the dance floor. Well, unless there’s a tall drink of water there just waiting for my name to be stamped all over him,” I murmur under my breath.
Okay, I know what you’re thinking, and you’d be wrong. I’m not easy. In fact, I’m a virgin. I’m twenty and never had my cherry popped. It’s kind of sad if you think about it. Even my nerdy roommate Tellie has had sex. It’s kind of embarrassing when your best friend knows more about sex than you do. Being a virgin also has nothing to do with a lack of offers. Nope, it’s much worse than that.
I’m in love.
Wait. Nope. As of tonight, I am not in love. Tonight, I am ignoring what my heart keeps insisting is true and I’m starting with a clean slate. I’m twenty, in college, definitely single, and tired of waiting. I’ve given Torin every opportunity to step up and claim me. He keeps refusing and I’m tired of crying over him. It doesn’t bother me he’s over ten years older than me, but apparently it does him. I’m not a baby and I refuse to let any man treat me like one ever again.
Tonight is all about letting go of my silly pipe dreams that include Torin and just get laid. Getting rid of my V-card will be a new beginning. Tonight is the night, and I have the condoms in my clutch to prove it. With a grin and one final fluff of my hair, I exit the restroom. There’s a line outside waiting for the restroom, but I ignore their stares and bitchy looks. I scan the area, looking for Tellie. I don’t see her anywhere, which is disappointing. I knew she wouldn’t stay with me long, but I had hoped for a little moral support—at least until I found a target that interested me.
Tellie and I are complete opposites, but we’re closer than sisters. I’d do anything for her, and I’m sure she’d do the same for me. We’ve been friends since grade school and when she got a full ride to the university here, I followed her. I don’t have a full scholarship, but I earned a partial one. I fight to keep my grades up, especially since I’m pre-med. Being a doctor like my mother is exactly what I wanted. I got derailed after meeting Torin. Now, it’s time to focus back on that—well that, and finally having sex.
I walk up the stairs to the observation deck. There are tables and chairs all over this area, and it’s enclosed with sleek railings you can lean on and look down at the dancers below. The lighting is dim and a mixture of reds and blues that alternate with the beat of the music. Speaking of music, the bass is cranked up so high that it vibrates in the air I breathe.
I look down at the DJ booth below and smile. Maybe I could give him my V-card. He’s cute and I don’t see a wedding ring on his finger. Of course, that’s not always a dead giveaway. Men lie. Torin lied when he said he wanted me.
I gasp as a man comes up behind me—and it’s definitely a man. I can feel his very erect cock pushing against my ass as he pulls me to him. I may have come tonight with the intention of getting laid, but it’s not like I am going to make it completely easy for the guy. Besides, I want it so that I actually find the guy I’m going to sleep with relatively cute.