Me: Ha, okay. See you soon.
I put my phone away for my last few parent conferences, I was completely distracted. I smiled and nodded. I was floating. By the time my last parent walked out, I bolted to meet Rainey at the mall. I wasn’t sure what I was more nervous about--Rainey dressing me or Sam undressing me. A burst of heat exploded in my lower abdomen at the thought of being naked in front him.
It didn’t take much to find Rainey. She had two passions in life; fashion and nutrition. Since we were going to cover the fashion together, I knew exactly where to find her. I peered into the vitamin and supplement shop and rolled my eyes but smiled. Rainey was flirting with a GNC employee when I found her. He was cute. Tall, biceps bursting from his sleeves and a thick brown curly beard on his face. I understood the attraction.
He was also already wrapped around her little finger. Rainey was everything I wasn’t. Tall, long legs, curves where every woman wanted them. I was short and big breasted, but petite. Always had been. Sure, I wouldn’t kill to have legs for days, but at the same time, I loved wearing heels. As it is, heels give me the boost I need to feel sexy and confidant...and not running to ask for help in reaching the damn chips on the top shelf. Who the hell decided they needed to be there anyway?
I felt bad for interrupting, but only briefly. Tonight was about me. Normally, I am not selfish--ever, but this was my day! I hooked my arm in hers and rested my head on her shoulder, then batted my long lashes at the hottie Mc Muscle Pants. I read his name tag Chad. “Hi Chad. I am stealing her now, sorry!”
“Call me.” She said as I pulled her away. “Isn’t he delicious?”
“Yes. I mean...focus. I only have a few hours and I need to look...sexy.” I whispered and looked around.
“Don’t worry girl. I got you.” She said.
I followed her to store after store. She made me try on at at least twenty dresses before I was ready to pluck my eyes out. No way this date will go well. I was freaking out. And then, she grabbed a red dress from a rack and placed it in my hands. It was soft and sheer. I knew it was more revealing than I was used to, but that excited me. I pulled the fabric over my skin and looked at my reflection in the three-way dressing room mirror. I was hot. Really hot.
“Damn.”
That was all Rainey said and I knew she had picked the right one for me. It was terrifying to think that in just a few hours I would lose my virginity. I mean, I don’t know that I will, but I think so? How did I know he was the one? Truthfully, I just wanted to get it over with and why not him. He was hot. He was available. And he was interested in me!
I hope he doesn’t see right through me. I was going to do my best to pretend I was experienced. He might not be so interested if he knew the truth. I hadn’t even thought of that. What if he didn’t want me? I would have to keep this a secret.
“What are you thinking about?” Rainey asked.
“Shit. Am I that transparent?” I asked.
“Yes. What is going on?” She pressed.
Do I tell her? I am so embarrassed. “I am afraid if he knows I am still a virgin, he won’t..you know, want me?”
Rainey rolled her eyes and sighed. She whipped her dreads back from her face and shot me that gorgeous smile that made most men instantly hers. She was beautiful. Olive skin, waist-length coppery dreads, and vibrant green eyes--Rainey was a head turner. I wanted to be a head turner, for him. Samuel Raven. What is wrong with me? I don’t even know him.
“Any man would be crazy to turn you down. You are fucking hot. Look at you!” She said.
I looked down at the dress and turned my toes in on each other--nervous. “I suppose..”
“Hell no. You are gorgeous. Say it. Say I am gorgeous.” Rainey said.
“I am gorgeous.” I repeated.
“Good. Now, get your gorgeous ass out of that dress and buy it.”
I laughed, “Sounds like a plan.”
“So, who is this mystery date?” She asked.
Just L.A.’s hottest of 2017.
“Just someone I met at my new job.” I said.
“Damn, isn’t it your first day? Way to go! Is it the principal? Another teacher?” She asked.
“Parent, actually.” I said. I shuddered at the thought of Jim.
Rainey stopped and placed her cold hand on my arm. “Hot dad? He isn’t married is he?” She asked.
“Divorced actually.”
“Even better. Does this hot, divorcee dad have a name?” She asked.
My palms were sweaty and I licked my lips. “Samuel Raven.” I said without a stutter.
Rainey looked thoughtful for a moment. She tapped her index finger on her lips and then traced them with the finely manicured tip. “Why do I feel like I know that name?”
I shrugged and shifted my shopping bag to the other shoulder.
“Oh well. Maybe I don’t know the name. Look at those shoes!” She squealed. She eyed a pair of silver high heels in a display window. “Come on, they usually have major sales!”
I followed her into the smell of leather and plastic and started trying on shoes. It was getting close to time for my date, so I needed to hurry up if I wanted time to do my makeup and hair.
It hit me again that I was so attracted to this man after one parent-teacher conference--I was sure it was just infatuation, but I looked forward to our date.
“Oh God.” I said.
“What, what’s wrong?” Rainey asked. Concern flooded her emerald eyes.
“He never said it was a date!” I said. I felt an icy cold panic slice through me. I was convinced it was a date--I mean, a man asks a woman to dinner, what else could it be?
“What exactly did he ask you?”
“If I would like to have dinner with him.” I said.
“Anything else?” She asked.
“Well, I asked him what I should wear and he said something that made me feel sexy.”
“Girl you are definitely going on a date and then some.” She said. “Are you sure you are ready to turn in that card?”
“Yes.” I didn’t miss a beat.
“Okay. Okay. Just making sure. But listen, Liv, try not to get too attached to him.”
“Why?” I asked.
“They don’t usually stick around after your first time. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” She said. She cupped her hand around my arm again and gave a little squeeze.
“Don’t worry Rainey, I will be fine.” I said. I didn’t feel like it. My head was swimming, my heart was pounding. I leaned in to hug her and kiss her cheek before bolting.
If I wanted to see how the night ended, I needed to get to my apartment as soon as possible. Once I was plucked, shaved, and polished I added the final touches to my makeup and stepped back. Go get him. I felt silly really. I mean, I had never had to be sexy before. I checked the time and cursed while I ran around my apartment and found the small purse to compliment the outfit.
When I stepped out of my apartment at eight, I expected to see Sam with a fancy car and door held open, but instead a sleek black Bentley Continental sat on the curb. A man in a suit and glasses waited beside it and opened the door as I approached.
“Ms. Anders?” He asked.
“Uh, yes. That is me.”
“Mr. Raven was tied up at the office for a few extra minutes but wanted you to know the date was still on.” He stood there like a statue waiting for me to climb in.
“Thank you.” I said. “It’s Liv by the way.”
“Greg, and nice to meet you.” He said.
I climbed into the back of the car and relaxed into the seat. It felt nice to be chauffeured and in style. It was a bit over the top, but I was still excited. Now, if I could just get my nerves under control...
CHAPTER SIX
Sam
A server poured wine in my glass and I took a sniff before a sip. Delicious. I watched the door and waited for her to stream in. I had tried to guess what she would be wearing-
-and nothing prepared me for what she came in with. My cock immediately stiffened as Liv walked in wearing a sheer red dress--a plunging neckline and short enough to tease me with a glimpse of her soft, smooth inner thighs. I wanted to bury my face between them and taste her...make her squirm as I flicked my tongue in warm, sensitive places.
A pair of gold strappy heels snaked up her thin calves and I had an image of us; her digging those heels into me from behind as I rocked into her tight pussy. She saw me and shot me a small smile. So coy. So innocent. Was it an act? I wanted to know.
I got up to pull her chair out and push it back in for her. She watched me. “Thank you” she said. “I’m not really used to this...treatment.” She said.
“Nobody has ever been a gentleman to you?”
“No, not really.” She said. Her nerves rolled off of her in waves and crashed into me. She fumbled with her napkin and I could see her hands tremble as they held the menu. I liked making her nervous, it excited me. At the same time, I wanted her to feel comfortable, but on the edge of her seat too.
The whole innocent and nervous deer in headlights thing was new to me. I was used to women with a little more...experience. Something about her drew me in--made me want to teach her a thing or two. Would she like it rough or a simple and gentle? I would be gentle for her first time of course, but second and third time?
“You look amazing. Do you feel sexy?” I asked. I didn’t want to sound creepy but I also wanted to gauge her--see if my assumptions about her virtue were true.
“I do.” She smiled and placed a hand to her neck, running her opposite hand up and down her forearm. The smooth curve of the top of her breasts peeked out from the deep neckline of her dress.
Our server returned. “Are you ready Mr. Raven?” He asked.
Liv looked up at him and back down at the menu--clearly not ready.
“Two specials please, and that bottle of wine I requested.” I said.
“Absolutely Mr. Raven.” The server took our menus and disappeared.
“You ordered us wine?” She asked.
“I did, is that a problem?”
“No.”
“Liv, I can call you Liv right?” I asked.
She nodded.
“I don’t want you to be nervous. I don’t bite. Just relax and enjoy dinner with me.” I smiled and placed a hand over one of hers.
She sighed and I could see the tension drain from her body. Definitely a virgin.
“So, what does L.A.’s hottest eligible bachelor do?” She asked.
Great. She had seen that article. They didn’t list a lot of extra information. Hell, they didn’t even ask for my permission, just added me to the damn list. Normally, I might have sought legal council but the pics they took were good, so I just let it go. There were worse things to be called than hottest bachelor.
“I am CEO and founder of Crave Sound. We are a studio for new and aspiring musicians and artists. I almost always have at least one new artist recording in studio every week. Not always new artists though, but for the most part their fairly new,” I took a sip of my wine.
“Wow. That is awesome. Have you signed on any major bands?”
“Only if you consider number one on Billboards top 100 as major.” And Jessop could be the next number one. It would be amazing for the company to have two big hitters.
“That seems pretty impressive. I don’t follow much pop culture, but I love music! What got you in that biz to begin with?” She asked.
Ugh, the dreaded why do you do what you do question. I felt compelled to answer all of her questions, even if I had answered the countless times before.
“Music has always been a part of my life. Usually a big part. It has helped me get through a nasty divorce and it has made me who I am. I grew up with music and became it.”
“You became music?”
“Yeah, and I used to play the cello and guitar. I haven’t touched an instrument in years though. What about you?”
“Oh, I am the least musically inclined. I have always considered becoming a teacher, but now I am not so sure it is what I want to do.”
Her honesty was adorable. I was just glad to find someone who didn’t pretend to know a lot about the music industry or fake being interested so they could get a look in my deep pockets or a tumble in my sheets. Those women were all Emmas--just different shades of her. I only hoped this one didn’t turn out to be an Emma in disguise.
“What about, what do you like to do for fun? You are studying to be a teacher--basically teaching my son’s class. What do you like to do? You must have a list of things you like to do? Hobbies? Games? Passions?” I asked.
She looked down at her own glass and back at me, those brown eyes held the flame from the candle that burned on the table. “Not a lot of anything. I am pretty boring actually.”
“No. You aren’t boring. You just haven’t tasted thrill...yet.” I watched her squirm under my gaze. Her nipples pebbled and pressed against the red fabric--two perfect little buds of taut flesh ready for my mouth.
“I love art. I love to read and would love to write a children’s book. I also love to teach and share knowledge with the kids. They need a compassionate person to stand up and teach them theses day.” She said.
“I will be right back.” I said. I excused myself from the table, my massive boner was made very obvious by my designer pants. I let her see how hard I was before I left the table. I wanted her to know what she was doing to me. The color drained from her cheeks and I fought a smile. She was mine.
In the bathroom I splashed some water on my face. I was having a hard time not ripping that red dress off her body and having my way with her there in the restaurant. I checked my phone, but there were no messages. I could only imagine my son was being well behaved then. Good. He had asked if he could stay the night at his friend’s house tonight and it couldn’t have been better timing! Now to get her back to my place and naked.
When I returned to the table, I saw her scramble her hands under and a moment later something hit the floor.
I bent down and pulled up the tablecloth to find her phone resting on the carpet by that tempting gold encased leg. I peeked back up at her, “Don’t worry, I will get it.” I said.
I crawled under the table and realized I was completely out of sight. A message sat waiting to be sent on her phone. Going great, I will call you after! He is so hot! I grinned. I was about to hand her the phone and crawl back out from under there when I looked up at her legs. She was not very tall, five foot three, but she had thin, toned legs, a tiny waist and big round breasts. Her legs were slightly parted, giving me a view of her black underwear and the outline of her mound under. I wonder.
I reached out and wrapped a hand around her calf. She didn’t move, but I saw gooseflesh spring up on her legs and as I ran my warm fingers up the inside of her thigh, she parted her legs a little wider. Opening up for me, she invited me into her and I traced a finger down the impression of her black silky underwear. Her thighs instinctively clamped around me and she trembled. Just to tease her a little more, I nipped at the skin of her sensitive thigh and heard her gasp slightly. She was wet. I could have stayed there all night teasing her, but I didn’t want to push my luck.
I can’t wait to make you moan.
Coming back up, she cast a glare my direction, but the heaviness of lust and wanting surrounded her deliciously brown eyes. “Too much?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Not enough.” Her voice was raspy.
“I can always dip back under for a bit.”
She laughed, more a nervous giggle and shook her head. “No, no.”
“No? Okay, how about this? Would you want to come back to my place for drinks?” I asked. And sex.
I could see the wheels turning in her eyes, but she sent me a wicked smile. “Yes.” She said.
That was all I needed to hear. I had the greenlight and I wasn’t going to stop.
CHAPTER SEVEN
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My heart pounded. Surely he could hear it. It was so loud. In the restaurant, when he had dipped under the table to retrieve my phone, I didn’t know what to do. I opened my legs just a little to see if he would catch the hint and he did. His mouth set little fires that raced up and back down my body where he kissed me on the thigh. My pupils had dilated and a tingle shot down my back. I was wet. For him.
I half expected Greg, his driver when we left, but a valet brought another Bentley, a red one, around to us. I looked at him and cocked an eyebrow.
“What?” He asked.
“Another Bentley?”
“Do you not like it?” He asked.
“No, I do. I am just surprised to see another is all.”
He grinned and opened my door. Such a gentleman. I wondered if I would still think that after tonight? What if it was just this one time? A man like Samuel Raven probably had women in and out of his bed regularly. I doubted that he would want another date after he had sex with me--especially when he finds out I am a virgin.
When we pulled up to his mansion, my mouth dropped. “This is where you live? Wow.”
“This is one of my homes, but I also have a condo on Main Street in Santa Monica. It is smaller and more my style. I am in the middle of fixing this one up to sale.”
This is one of my homes. Who is he, Batman?
He pulled the car to the front of the house and got out to open my door. As we walked up the steps, my nerves wound up so tight inside, I thought I might explode. He put his hand in mine and it felt warm and safe. I instantly relaxed at his touch. It was all so...comfortable...and familiar.
We walked through the door and for the second time in five minutes, my mouth fell open. Dark, modern lines met crisp white clean walls and stainless steel appliances. From the outside, I had imagined gold accents, antique furniture and art nouveau to line the walls.
Not used to walking in high heels, I stubbed my toe on a rug and stumbled into Sam’s sturdy frame. His strong arms wrapped around my waist and he caught me before I hit the floor. I hadn’t realized how tall he was until he pulled me up against him. I had to tilt my head back to look into his eyes.
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