All I can tell you is that they left late that night. Very late. To say I was well and truly fucked when they left would sound contrite but believe me it was far from it. We have our own collection of photos, under lock and key, that are not to be shared with anyone but I’m telling you if I ever did, I’d make a fortune.”
“Now I’m even more intrigued,” Rhonda said, and I thought I noticed a gleam in her eye.
“I do have the photos at my studio if you’re interested in seeing them,” I said.
“You talking about tonight?”
“If you’re not too busy.”
“Hmm, it certainly is tempting,” she said, pursing her lips.
I was hoping all the embellishment I’d given would work in my favor. I did want her to come to the studio and I was sure after seeing the girls in action she’d be as turned on as I always get when studying them.
Perhaps tonight this call girl would teach me something new as well. Sometimes you can turn a bad day around and make it a memorable one, all that was hanging on Rhonda’s answer. Girlfriends
I’d just been out on my first real date. I was nineteen and had never really been out with a guy before. There was something about the guys I knew that didn’t turn me on. I thought it was just because the ones I grew up with were, you know, immature. I’d known them for years and thought of them like my brothers. There was no chemistry there with any of them.
When Walter from work asked me out, I was flattered. He was good looking guy, had a great job, seemed to a nice guy so I thought why not, I’d give him a try.
We went out for dinner and dancing. The meal was fabulous, and he paid, what a bonus. He was attentive to my needs, always made sure my drink was filled and gave me his full attention. He was a great conversationalist and a sensational dancer. We had so much fun. It had been a great night. We got on well together and I thought perhaps he could be the one.
As he drove me home, I glanced quickly at his profile. Could Walter be the guy for me? He was as I said a really good catch, there was nothing about him I didn’t like. I didn’t feel the spark though and thought perhaps it would come when we kissed goodnight.
Later, while I was making coffee in the kitchen, he came up behind me, put his arms around my waist, and nuzzled into my neck. I giggled, and he turned me around so I was facing him and kissed me lightly on the check before working his way to my mouth.
I responded, desperately wanting to feel some sexual chemistry between us. His fingers tugged at my dress, slowly inching it upwards as he continued to kiss me. Then his fingers were on my thigh, touching me, sliding up higher. I could hardly breathe. He pulled me by the hips firmly into him, closer and closer as his mouth sought out my neck, shoulder and then the swell of my breasts.
I was taken aback by his forcefulness. I hadn’t anticipated it to be like this. I pulled his face away from my breasts gasping for air. Now his fingers were stealing their way back along the top of my panties towards my pussy.
I panicked, frightened, and screamed for him to stop. I was breathing hard, my chest rising and falling. Abruptly he broke the embrace.
“Kylie,” he said, uncomfortably. “I’m sorry. I thought, well I thought that’s what you wanted.”
“No, I’m sorry. I just…it’s just that…well, I feel silly now,” I said, my face flushing beet red.
“It’s not your first time is it? I apologize, I thought you’d already you know…”
Using his middle finger under my chin, he forced my face up to his. I peered into his eyes. I wanted to want him as much as he wanted me. What was the matter with me?
“I think I’d better leave,” he said kindly.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Don’t be,” he smiled. “There’ll be other nights.”
I wondered.
His kissed me good night and pulled the door shut behind him. I couldn’t believe what had happened. The man was gorgeous, and he wanted to be with me, yet I didn’t know if I wanted him. I wanted to call him back, open the door, and beg him to make love to me and now he knew I was still a virgin. I felt like such a fool.
Turning off the lights I hurried to my bedroom, angry and frustrated with myself. I wanted to strip naked and explore my body. I needed to masturbate to release tension. I stared into the mirror and saw myself as he just had. Hair messy and tangled, my lips slightly swollen mascara smudged, my dress crushed and wrinkled from our embrace.