Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Her hair was still in an untidy bun that somehow took on a whole new look in this get-up, and she still wore those ugly ass glasses, but that body was hard to dismiss. I was the only one here who knew she had an ace in the hole though; those kick ass eyes of hers. First chance I get I’m ditching the fuck ugly specks and talking her into clear contacts so I could look into those beauties while we fuck.
It wasn’t hard to wear her down after that night. I prolonged my morning muffin runs to half an hour each day, dropping little hints here and there until I got her to relax. Her mom was working on her when I wasn’t around it seemed, because she was a lot more malleable by the end of the first week.
By week two she was eating out of my hand and ready to be plucked. I invited her out to dinner the beginning of week two and that’s all she wrote. It took me the whole of seven days to wear her down, but as much as she wanted to hold onto her cherry, she was primed to fuck.
All it took was the right kind of attention, and by the third date I realized I was no longer just trying to get into her snatch, I really liked her. She was sweet, funny and kooky as hell. I also learned where she got the idea for her dress code from. Apparently she hadn’t always lived in the city, but had been raised in the South Carolina Mountains with her grandparents.
It was there she learned to appreciate the simpler things in life, where she got her core values. I couldn’t say I was totally against them, since the more she dressed according to my taste the more attention she got from other men. I was caught in a conundrum; wanting her to give up her Aunt Sally dresses for more fashionable wear, but not wanting the extra attention she was getting.
By day four after the last three nights of wining and dining her, I had fallen completely under her spell. She’d won the war and I didn’t even hear the first shot. It was her unassuming natural way of looking at everything, her pure innocence of everything that captivated my heart. She was such an open book I was afraid that if I wasn’t there to look out for her some asshole would come along and take advantage.
And just like that I was a goner. Since there was no turning back for me, there was only one thing left to do and that was to take her to bed and switch the game up. I was convinced that because of her innocence she’d be totally wowed by my moves. That my prowess in bed would hold her totally enthralled and I would regain control of the situation.
The night I took her virginity was one for the books. I still don’t know which of us was more surprised. I’d suspected that she was a little green in the bedroom game, so wasn’t too shocked when I breeched her and felt that little bit of membrane trying to keep me out.
The first surprise came in the emotion I felt. I damn near bitched out and cried. I was overwhelmed to say the least. Until that moment I never gave a good damn about whether or not a woman was ‘pure’. But having her beneath me, feeling that, there was no other feeling I could compare it to. That in itself was beyond fucking amazing, that at thirty two I’d found my first virgin. But what surprised me even more was that after she got over the initial pain, she damn near broke my cock off at the root.
From there we were pretty much joined at the hip. Things were cruising along just fine, we fucked more than we ate, and maybe that’s why I got the shock of my life when she told me two weeks later that she was pregnant. I didn’t even know that you could tell that early, but apparently she’d only needed to miss one period.
She was terrified, rightfully so, but I was surprisingly clear headed and not at all freaked out about a situation that a few short months earlier would’ve sent me into orbit. It never once crossed my mind that we shouldn’t have the kid. I was so wrapped up in her by then I would’ve said yes to anything.
She on the other hand had some serious shit going on inside her head. And that brings me back to the point I was trying to make. It was then I found out that she thought she wasn’t good enough for me. She was actually expecting and dreading the day I would ditch her. In her mind, I was the catch and she wasn’t even talking about my money or my family name. A lesser man would’ve ran with that, would’ve kept the little lady under his heel believing that shit, not me.