The Good Girl (5 page)

Pulling him towards me, I stole my first kiss, but he refused to linger. “No, doll,” he murmured. “I don’t want to miss this.” His finger worked some sort of magic within me. I could feel this pressure building and I rubbed harder, faster. “Just let go,” he murmured. Then his mouth was on my nipple through the fabric of the dress. There was something incredibly erotic about it. “It’s okay,” he urged. “This is completely natural. Just let go…”

A moan escaped my throat, but there was fear, too.
“I don’t know how,” I panted.

Instead of responding to me verbally, he kept doing what he was doing, focusing all of his energy on pleasuring me. My hands were knotted in the comforter above my head and at the foot of the bed, my toes were curling. His erection was pressed against my thigh. What if he was experiencing this agonizing ache, too? Without thinking, I tried to slide a hand down his pants. The belt was a challenge he made short work of. The same was true of the button on the pants. Soon enough, my hand was wrapped around his penis. It was almost hot to the touch, unbelievably hot, and pulsing. Though it jerked in my hand, I soon had control of it. Just as I was rubbing frantically against his hand, he had his hand around mine, showing me how to run my hand up and down his erection as his hips bucked wildly.

This only intensified the feelings within me.
Something was building...I could feel it.
Just let it go
. His words echoed in my mind. Frustration was mounting.
How?
Then, my instructor taught me.

“Stop thinking,” he hissed. “Just
feel…”

We had found a rhythm. The same one he was using within me was being mimicked in his thrusting hips. I could almost picture it if so many layers of clothes didn’t separate us. Then, it changed. My vagina was contracting in waves. This must be it. This must be what an orgasm feels like. Afraid that he would stop, I clutched his hand to me, riding it out until the waves ebbed and subsided. So distracted by my own body, I nearly missed what was happening in his pants. His hips had stopped. Now his penis was erupting until my hand was covered with thick, sticky semen.

I had never felt it before.
Those two times before...nothing like this. Slowly, I slid my hand out from his boxer briefs and brought it straight up to my face. It was very much like all the textbooks described, pretty much clear. It was mostly odorless. Sticking out my tongue, I lapped up a bit of it, curiosity getting the better of me. Hmm. Not terrible, but not awesome either. When I glanced at him, his eyes were wide.

“Oh, Willow Stone,” he said in a low husky voice.
“You are going to be the death of me.” He kissed me deeply, making me breathless.

“What was that?” I questioned.

Wyatt smiled. “#6. Masturbate. Told you we were starting off slow.”

It took some time, looking over the list.
I wanted to give input. I wanted to make suggestions. Of course, every time I opened my mouth, he silenced me. Sometimes, it was lovely, more of that kissing. Other times, he just openly objected.

“I swear, Willow.
Do your college professors welcome your opinion on the syllabus?” He asked with a hint of annoyance.

My head tilted to the side as I remembered one such occasion. “Huh. Actually, no…”

“Exactly. Back off. Let me do this. Stop trying to run everything because, I promise, you can’t run me.” His look was serious, his voice stern.

With a shrug, I dropped it. I’d give him a chance to steer the course of this little experiment. When he crashed and burned, I’d be there to pick him up. I was a Stone. We always held it together. I slowly crawled out of bed. It was closing in on midnight.

“Whatcha doi
ng?” He asked, looking like he was ready to react on a moment’s notice.

Running my hands down my dress, I said, “It’s almost midnight. I should go.”

Shaking his head, he stood and walked over to me. His hands were on my shoulders before he spoke once more. “Nope. You’re staying.”

Looking up into his eyes, I was certain he could read the doubt in my face.
“I don’t really do that…”

“You did last night,” he said, his grip tightening some.

“Last night was something of an exception.
Really, I’ve never done that before.” I glanced over at the door. “We can get a good night’s sleep and you can call me in the morning. I’ll drive you to your motorcycle.”

Silently, he lifted me into his arms, surprising me. Once he had me secured against his chest, he said, “Think of this as a complete immersion program.” He took a few steps until he had me held over the bed. “If you wanted to learn a French quickly, you would simply use an immersion program, move to France. We have ten days to teach you and prepare you for this job. You’re staying with me, you’re moving in with me.” He dropped me on the mattress, and then hopped into bed and wrapped himself around me.

A giggle escaped my lips just before he started devouring me with kisses once more.
The man had a point. He was sex incarnate.

This morning was so much different than the previous morning.
As the sun streamed through the curtains, I found that I was alone in the bed. It...was incredibly unexpected and a bit unsettling. Sitting up on my elbows, I looked around after tucking the sheet around me. Yeah, we slept naked again. Would you believe I was disappointed that we
just
slept?

“Morning!”
Wyatt was sitting at the island, papers and a calendar spread out before him. “I thought you were going to sleep all day.”

“What time is it?”
I asked, still feeling groggy from the wine.

He glanced at the time on his cell phone. “It’s 7:30am.”

Without thinking, I sat straight up and the sheet fell. He looked at me and smiled widely before I realized my mistake. I squealed and pulled up the sheet again. “Is that late?” I asked while blushing fiercely.

He stopped what he was doing and walked over to me, never taking his eyes off me. “No, but I’ve been awake for over an hour.” Standing before me, he sat slowly on the bed, as if he didn’t want to frighten me. “You should never be ashamed of that body, doll,” he said shaking his head. “Before this is through, we’ll be in a place where you don’t think to cover up at all. I’m going to build you up so high that no one can ever break you down.” With that, he took my left hand and held it up to his lips to graze my knuckles with a kiss. He repeated that action with the right.

Somehow in the course of that amazingly seductive act, I never realized that the sheet was down to my waist. By then, he had stood up, still holding my hands, and helped me from the bed until I was standing before him in all my naked glory. His eyes were smoldering as they gazed upon me. Though I wanted to squirm, I was determined to hold my head up.

After pulling me close, he murmured in my ear, “You are absolutely stunning.”
With a kiss on my neck, he turned me toward the bathroom and gave me a gentle shove in that direction. “Go on. We’ve got a big day ahead of us,” he said. Then with a pat on my buttocks, he sent me on my way.

Without a thought in my head, I walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind me then leaned on it. How did he do that, make me completely breathless, make me excited so easily? Ten days. Starting today. It was going to be amazing, life altering, and quite possibly the scariest experience of my life. Dammit. I hadn’t thought this through at all.

By the time I was done showering and had dressed in the same clothes I wore the night before, Wyatt seemed to have formulated a plan. “Are you going to let me in on this?” I asked.

“Some of it,” he said carefully.
“First, we’ll stop by your apartment to get your things for the next ten days.”

“But I have exams next week,” I objected.
“I have studying to do and…”

“And so do I.” He smiled at me. “Believe it or not, I have taken all that into account. I know we both have responsibilities. We’re about to graduate.” He hugged me close. “This is your last shot at the college experience.” He winked at me.

Heaving a sigh of relief, I said, “Okay, well, I’m glad we have that established.”
I straightened under his scrutiny. “So, to my apartment then?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” He said.

The trip to the apartment was only the first of our stops. After we had all but emptied my closet, we went to brunch at the club. Apparently, our families socialize in the same circles. While there, we discussed our test schedule and discovered that aside from one or two blocks, we were mostly free at the same times.

“These two aren’t exams for me,” I explained as I pointed to the last two classes I had to test in.
“For me, I’ll be giving presentations. And...they are pretty much all prepared.”

“Of course they are,” he said, shaking his head at me.
“For someone who is so prepared at all times, how is it you know nothing about sex?”

“Well, I’m not sure my parents even kissed in front of me. Romance novels are trash. Porn will send me straight to hell…” I shrugged. “Worse than Puritans, remember?”

His hand was frozen mid air, with a loaded fork hovering just before his mouth. “I don’t even know what to say.” Setting the fork down, he folded his hands in front of him and then spoke. “Well, we’re going to change that. You understand what that means, right? You do realize that you are going to have to break many of these rules that have been beaten into you since birth, don’t you?” Then he just watched me and waited for a response.

I swallowed slowly. “Um, yes, in theory.” Hoping that was enough, I watched him for a reaction. The blank look suggested I needed to give him a little more. With a huge sigh, I spoke once more. “Okay, I’m nervous. I’m not going to lie to you. I don’t think this will lead to my complete ruin, but I’d be doing you a huge disservice if I let you think this was going to be easy for me.” I grimaced. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Honesty is what I always want to hear. Thank you for that.” Then he smiled at me and continued eating like nothing had happened.

That was when something really did happen. My mother happened. The moment I saw her sauntering over, clutching her purse, I set my fork down on my plate and folded my hands demurely in my lap.

“Willow? I thought that was you,” she began with a smile plastered on her face.

Although I opened my mouth to speak, no sound came forth. Though I knew I should be explaining why I had ignored her phone calls and introduce her to my date, I simply couldn’t. What would I say?
Mother, meet Wyatt. We’re...sleeping together.
Or maybe...
we’re working on a project together.
Or perhaps...
he’s teaching me everything he knows about sex.
Gah!

Standing, Wyatt held out his hand, “You must be Mrs. Stone,” he said warmly. “Willow has told me so much about you. I’m Wyatt Evans.” Then he waited.

Amazingly enough, my mother’s face positively glowed from his introduction.
“Evans?” She asked. “Not the son of Tyler Evans?”

Nodding slightly and smiling, he added, “Guilty. It’s my fault that Willow didn’t call you. I distracted her. We’re getting ready for finals and she was gracious enough to help me graduate.” At that, I couldn’t even blink. He smiled down at me and suddenly caressed my arm before speaking to my mother once more. “You have raised an amazing woman, Mrs. Stone.”

At first, I thought she had stumbled, the shock of the compliment simply too much for her to process.
Then I realized that instead, this was her awkward moment. Leaning in, she gave me a kiss on the cheek while she whispered, “He’s a keeper!” Standing once more, she gave her hand to Wyatt and smiled. “Thank you. It was a pleasure meeting you.” At that, she strutted back to the family table.

Still unable to drink, Wyatt smiled as he pushed my hot chocolate towards me.
“I told you,” he said with a chuckle. “At least your mother knew of my father.”

Sipping my drink for a moment, I finally collected myself enough to speak. “How did you do that? I thought for sure I was about to be reprimanded.”

“Well, it was time for her to meet me,” he explained. “I have big plans for you next weekend after finals.”

Tilting my head, I studied him. His look gave no hint as to what he meant. “Plans?”

“Yup. We’re taking a trip. It’s a family trip, but I want you to be there. You will make the experience infinitely more bearable. And...you will come to see how well I truly understand you.” With those cryptic words, he excused himself as he headed up to the buffet to order us bananas foster.

After eating, we were in the car, heading to the next stop.
He was so smiley that it had me completely unhinged. I stared out the window trying to figure out where we were. When we exited I-77 on Tyvola Road, I was still confused. Then he pulled into a parking lot...for The Red Door.

“Oh, hell,” I mumbled under my breath.

“Yes, doll?”
He responded with a laugh. “You object?”

“Look, I read the list.
I figured we’d need to pick up sex toys, but I didn’t think we’d have to come to the one sex shop that has huge plate glass windows so that you can see everyone in there and everything they purchase!” I crossed my arms over my chest while we sat in front of the store. “Seriously? You couldn’t bring me some place more...discreet?”

“Ha!” He burst out laughing. “Of course I could, but where’s the fun in that?”

Whipping around in my seat to face him, I growled, “And this is
fun
for you!?”

“Well, it is now.” He stopped and looked at me. “Really. Just relax. This is something completely natural. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Completely unconvinced, I slammed my body back into the seat. Wyatt stepped from the vehicle, but I refused to look at him. He walked around behind the vehicle and finally opened my door. Without saying a word, he held his hand out. “What?” I asked, staring at it like it was dirty.

“Come on, Willow. I’ve got you. We’ll make this fun. It’s an adventure.” He watched me for a reaction. “If it’s not fun, you can punish me.”

My ears perked up at that.
“How?” I asked, suddenly interested.

“You decide. You choose the punishment.” He bowed his head. “I promise.”

With that, I placed my hand in his, a show of trust, just as much as his was an act of chivalry. Slowly, I stepped from the vehicle. This was humiliating. This was terrible. For reasons I simply didn’t understand, he was standing there enjoying this way too much. Way way too much. So, I did what I do. Digging deep, I channeled my best Stone. We’d see how fun he thought this was when I finished with him.