Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Wait, so you're a virgin?” I ask, shocked and thanking whoever the god is that gave her to me..
“You're an asshole,” she says, grabbing her plate and storming out. “Let’s have a talk,” she talks to herself. “It’s going to be okay.” She rinses off her plate. “I’ve been with women. I’m a manwhore.” She continues while she is putting the plate in the dishwasher and throwing her hands in the air.
“Babe,” I say, watching as she throws her hands up, turns, and walks back into the dining room, blowing out the candles.
She turns around. “Don’t you babe me. So what? I’m not ‘experienced’ like you.” She puts up her hands, making the quotation marks around experienced. “You know what? I should go out and have sex tonight.” Is the last thing she says because I go to her and pick her up over my head, throwing her over my shoulder, making her squeal. I smack her ass with one hand. “Put me down, you baboon.” She slaps my ass with her hands while I turn and walk up the stairs.
Once I get into her room, I toss her on the bed. “The only cock that will be fucking you will be mine,” I tell her while she gets on her elbows, raising herself up. “You got that?” I ask her.
She rolls her eyes at me. “Yeah, yeah.”
“Good. I need a shower.” I point at her. “Get your ass ready. Tonight we go to second base.”
I don’t wait for her to answer. Instead, I run upstairs to shower in my own bathroom, only because I haven’t moved my things to hers. I make a note to remedy that tomorrow.
Chapter Twelve
Karrie
What the hell does that mean? Second base? Is there a thing? Is that boob groping or is it oral? I get my phone and call Vivienne.
“What does it mean when he says tonight we are going to second base?” I ask as soon as she answers.
“Mon Dieu.” Dear God, she says. “What are you talking about?”
I get up off my bed and tiptoe to my door, sticking my head out to hear where Matthew is.
“I had the talk with Matthew,” I whisper, going into the hall.
“You mean the nonexistent sex you had?” She laughs while she says.
“Merde.” Shit, I say in French when I hear the water from the upstairs bathroom shut off. “Okay, quick, what is second base? Is it nipple play or sucking dick? Matthew just said get ready for second base.”
All I hear is laughing on her side of the phone. “I think you should bounce on that all night long, twice. Make your own second base.”
“I don’t know why we are friends,” I whisper, looking up while my back is against the wall.
“Parce que tu m’aimes.” Because you love me, she says. “Appelle moi plus tard. Explain what second base is.” Call me later, she asks.
“D’accord.” Fine, I say, hanging up, going to my bedroom. I start pacing the floor when I see Matthew walking down the stairs, towel around his waist.
He comes in the room, the water still dripping on his chest from his hair. “Babe, you didn’t shower?” He takes in my appearance, noticing that I’m still dressed.
“I was”—I hold the phone in my hand—“I was on the phone. Vivienne called.”
“I like her,” he says, coming into the room. “We should set up drinks with her and Phil. They might hit it off.”
“Why are you naked?” I shake my head. “Sorry, why aren’t you dressed or in your boxers?” I ask him.
“I usually sleep naked,” he says, going to the bed and sitting down, the towel cracking, showing me his legs, but covering the family jewels.
“You can’t sleep naked. Second base isn’t naked. It’s dressed.”
“Would you feel better if I was wearing boxers?” He gets up.
“Um, yes, I think I would,” I tell him. “Now go get your boxers and clean up the kitchen downstairs. You left your plate on the table and it’s going to stink.”
“On it,” he says, stopping to put his finger under my chin, kissing the side of my mouth. “Can't wait for second base,” he says, walking out.
I start to panic, running to my underwear drawer, getting matching lace panties and bra. “Black or white?” I ask no one. “Not red, that’s a third base color.” I walk into the bathroom and take a shower in record time. Thankfully I shaved and groomed in the shower this morning. I spray my peach oil on myself, rubbing it in. I take myself in. “I can do this. I got this.” I walk into the room and notice that he still isn’t back upstairs, giving me time to get under the covers and wait. In anticipation, shit, I forgot deodorant. I lift my arm, smelling. All good. I lean back, watching my boobs move, not making them be perky. “Okay, sitting up.”