Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“It’s not that simple, Nikki–”
“I’ll wait downstairs,” she replies, interrupting as she pushes past me, taking the stairs toward where her jacket is hanging by the door.
5
Nikki
Talk about a whirlwind of a night. I still feel like I have whiplash as I get into Alyssa’s car and she pulls away from Russell’s house. She glances over at me and gives me that look, which is the look she always gives me when she wants to know what’s going on but also to let me know that she’s there for me.
Being that she’s the one who got me the job at the mansion, Alyssa is the one friend I have who I can explain this to and have her fully understand, but even she’s going to think this is a wild one.
“You’re not going to believe this,” I tell her as we pull away from Russell’s house.
“Girl, with the stories we’ve shared together?” She laughs. “Try me.”
“Okay, well first of all, I finally lost it.” I give her a look and raise my eyebrows slightly, letting my words just sort of hang in the air there for a moment. Even though she’s driving, she manages to look back at me long enough to get the message.
“Wait, seriously?” I nod, and her eyes widen. “You finally lost the v-card? To who? For how much?”
“Well…that’s the part you’re not going to believe,” I say slowly, pointing back to Russell’s house as we turn away from his block. “Remember Mr. Hartford from third grade?”
“Yeah, of course. The cute teacher we had back when we were…” Alyssa’s voice falls off when she realizes what I’m saying. Her jaw drops, and her foot falls off the accelerator. “Shut the front door!”
“Yeah.” I nod.
“You lost your v-card to Mr. Hartford?” She gasps. “How in the world? Did you pick him out when he arrived? What’s he even doing at the house? That’s not his crowd!”
“Well, that’s the thing…” I say slowly. “I didn’t even recognize him at first. It was only after everything…happened.”
“You’re joking!” Alyssa laughs.
I shake my head. “I wish I was.”
“And how was he at the party?” Alyssa continues. “Did he sell a startup company and become a billionaire or something?”
“No,” I sigh, running my hand through my hair. “I guess he knows the bartender or something, and he got him in.”
Now it’s Alyssa’s turn to shake her head. “Unbelievable. This is like something out of a movie, Nick.”
“Tell me about it.”
“So am I taking you back to your house?” Alyssa asks.
“You mind if I crash at your place? I really don’t feel like having a conversation with my dad tonight.”
“You know I’ve always got you, dude.” Alyssa smiles, pulling a U-turn.
I feel so off-balance as we head back to her apartment. Leaving Russell behind has me realizing just how many feelings are, and have been, running through me since we did the deed.
When I was with him and we were fully engaged in the act, I was so caught up in just how incredible everything felt, that I didn’t realize just how many feelings were flowing through me. But now, on my way back to my apartment, it’s quite clear there’s a whole lot more going on.
I felt something between us the moment we met, and that’s the reason I offered myself to him in a way I never offered myself to any man before – although there were plenty of them willing.
And while I was nervous about going all the way with him, Russell made me feel so comfortable and relaxed, the entire experience felt like magic. My climax was like nothing I’d ever felt before. My head was spinning, my ears were ringing, and when I had my arms wrapped around him and my hands clutching on to his taut muscles, I felt like I never wanted to let go for the rest of my life.
“So why aren’t you staying at his house tonight?” Alyssa asks as we pull onto her street. I realize I’ve been leaning against the window, zoning out and thinking for a while now as she’s been driving. I sit up and look over at her. “Don’t tell me he’s married.”
“Oh God, no!” I blurt out. “I mean…I don’t think he is. No, he told me his school has some policy about dating students and ex-students.”
“Seriously?” Alyssa groans. “You guys couldn’t hide it? He couldn’t switch schools?” She laughs.
“That’s probably a bit too much to ask from him right now, don’t you think?” I reply. “Especially when he said he couldn’t stop looking at me like the girl he used to teach when I was in his class or whatever.”
Alyssa laughs, which causes me to grimace and look away. “You know, I can sort of see that from his point of view.”
“What!?”
“Come on, dude,” she says, pulling into the driveway. “All the flack guys get these days about being predators and groomers? And then all of a sudden you remind him of this young girl he once knew–”