The Good Girl (6 page)

Taking a step ahead of me, he opened the door, always the gentleman. With head held high, I walked into my first sex store. “So, what first?” I asked. “As I recall from the list, we need toys, and movies...right?” Then I winked at him and walked straight toward the wall lined with DVDs. Glancing behind me, I walked along, my hand skimming the titles. Inside, I was shocked, mortified even. Outside, I was cool...as a cucumber.

“See anything that strikes your fancy, doll?”
He asked happily.

“Well,
Ass Angels
looks intriguing.” I held up the case for his perusal. “What do you like?”

Stepping closer to me, he placed a hand on my lower back.
“Honestly, I like something that’s going to make you hot and bothered.” He pulled my hair away from my neck, leaned in, and seductively kissed his way down my throat. “This is all about you, Willow.
Everything
...is for you.”

Those kisses were intoxicating. Suddenly, I felt like I had indulged in mimosas at brunch instead of just your run of the mill orange juice. Maybe I didn’t really want to punish him. After all, he seemed intent on rewarding me. “I know nothing about porn.

A peck on the cheek.
I was rewarded with a peck on the cheek. It felt like a gold medal.

“So, porns...come in a variety of styles and genres.”
He smiled at me and squeezed my hand. Apparently, school was once again in session. “There are ones with a storyline...like that classic...
Debbie Does Dallas
.” He waited and I was supposed to nod, but I merely blinked.

“Fine. Sex with a story. Got it.” I nodded toward the expansive wall. We were going to be in here FOREVER.

“Okay, never mind. You really just want to get this over with, don’t you?” He asked with a sigh.

Nodding, I murmured, “Yes, please.” Then I took a step closer. “What if...instead of punishing you for putting me through this, I reward you for making it painless...and FAST.” Covering my eyes, I ran my hand along the DVDs and stopped randomly on a title. Pulling it, I held the DVD out before me. “Well?”

There was a range of emotion that he exhibited. His mouth opened in shock, there was a full body shiver, and finally, he clapped a hand over his mouth and shook his head. I turned the title I held in my hands. Before I could even read the title, I saw two guys...doing it. Without thinking, my hands opened, the movie dropped, and landed on the floor with a clatter, drawing more unwanted attention. At that, Wyatt laughed, a big happy chuckle before he bent to grab the movie.

“Should I take it we are in agreement this is not the movie?” He asked with a smirk. Wide eyed and embarrassed, I nodded. “Mind if I help?” He waited for my answer. As quickly as possible, I nodded. “Okay then.” He walked over to the wall of porn and glanced back at me for a split second before he selected three titles.

“Three?” I questioned, surprised...and maybe a bit dismayed.

“Yes,” he said. “Now toys.” Apparently I shivered. I must have because his arms were suddenly around me, his hands rubbing up and down my arms. “We’ll be quick,” he murmured into my hair before steering me towards a new aisle. I hoped so. The end cap...butt plugs.

Twenty minutes later we walked out of the store and I was still smiling.
Actually, I was beaming. Wyatt was the reason for that. He took a situation that was ridiculously uncomfortable for me and instead, made it very nearly fun. He must have noticed the smile lingering around the corners of my mouth because he commented on it. “Doll?” He began incredulously. “Is that a smile I see there?”

“Maybe,” I laughed.
“Who knew? I survived my first sex shop experience! On a Sunday no less.” Then I sobered. “Oh my God. I’m going to hell, aren’t I?”

“Eh, probably not.
Of course if you do, it wasn’t for that.” He shook his head certainly.

Looking at him sideways, I said seriously, “No?”

“Nope,” he responded with equal gravity.
“It will be for not using that big beautiful heart of yours, Willow. You should always be true to you.”

The rest of the drive, I considered what he said. He had a point about being true to myself, but the reality was that I didn’t even know me. Instead, I knew what was expected of me. All these semesters of selecting classes, I never had once chosen anything that really appealed to me, never strayed from the plan my parents laid out for me. It had been decided that I would go to college because, well, where else would I find a husband? In addition, I was to select a major that wouldn’t intimidate. Luckily, I hadn’t had my heart set on being a doctor or lawyer. So it was that I turned to my one outlet...writing. For years, journaling my life had kept me sane. Now, writing would keep me fed.

Lost in thought, I hadn’t even noticed when we pulled up in front of his garage. Finally, I was jarred to life when Wyatt yanked open my door and offered me his hand. “Time to go inside, doll. The day is still young.” Then he winked and made my heart race.

“What now?” I asked, trembling slightly, a combination of excitement and fear.

“Eh, tonight, we have a field trip. In the mean time, it’s my job to help you get ready.” He smiled at me just before he stepped out of the vehicle.

Waiting, I knew he would be walking around to my side, ever the gentleman. Was I so well-groomed that I had picked well, even when I didn’t mean to? He was supposed to be this bad boy, but so far he had surprised me with the breadth of his knowledge, his witty intellect, and the range of emotions for someone from our world.

My door was soon opened, and he held out a hand to help me out. “Let’s go, Willow. No time to waste.”

Standing on the driveway, I decided to put on my game face. “You’re right. Let’s do this.” Then I swallowed hard, completely unsure of what
this
was.

Once inside, he began puttering around. He pulled the videos out of the bag and set them in front of the television. The toys, he unwrapped and placed in the nightstand, after carefully pointing out that there were none there previously. There were, however, condoms. I couldn’t help but give him a disapproving look.

“Doll,” he began, “you knew I wasn’t a saint. You should be thrilled, however, that I am safe.” He walked over to me. “I’ve never been in anyone without protection.”

“Never?” This seemed highly unlikely to me. “Ever?”

Shaking his head, his face was completely serious. “No. That’s a big deal. I’d be risking getting someone pregnant. If that isn’t daring and selfish enough, I’d also be risking my health and my life. There are diseases out there.” He made a face of disgust.

“Huh. I had you pegged as being more...daring,” I said with a shrug, but inside, my mind was reeling. He was a constant surprise. “Don’t you wonder what it feels like? Aren’t you curious?” Leaning in, I awaited a response.

“Oh, absolutely, but when I finally do that, enter a woman naked, it will be someone I intend to marry, someone I love.” He smiled at me. “That’s some serious shit.”

Truth. It was. Somehow, that made me like him a little more. Without thinking, I walked toward him and wrapped my arms around his neck. Wyatt smiled down at me slightly. It was obvious he was wondering what I was doing, where this was going. Honestly, I didn’t know. It’s not like I planned this. All I knew was that at the moment, I had to be close to him, had to have my lips on his. There was something truly perfect about the way his hands fit on my lower back, something magical in his touch. Up until now, I hadn’t been able to put a name to that feeling. Nothing in life had prepared me for it. This was lust.

Capturing my lips with his, Wyatt groaned deep inside.
The vibration went through me, tickling and shocking my lady parts awake. His hands roamed up and down my sides until the intensity of our kiss had him hauling my body as close to his as physics would allow. Again, I found myself melting into him, wanting all of him, more of him than I ever had before. My hands were in motion, one behind his neck, ensuring he could make no quick escape, the other felt the planes of his face, the angles of his jaw, until I had fingers knotted in his thick dark hair. Damn, he was good.

Ever so slowly, reluctantly even, he finally broke off the kiss. “Why?” I whimpered in confusion.

Gently he pried my hands from around his neck and held them in his. Kissing each hand affectionately, he gradually released me. “Twenty-nine,” he said, almost proudly.

“What?” I asked as I shook my head, trying to clear it enough for thought. The kisses had blinded me almost as much as he was blindsiding me with this.

“Your list,” he said simply. Then he turned and headed into the bathroom.

“My list.” Walking over to the counter, I found that fucking list, right where we left it. There it was…#29: Making out with no sex long after you’re no longer a virgin. I was really beginning to hate that list.

We had passed the remainder of the afternoon by snuggling on the couch reading erotica together. Initially, I had protested, but was reminded of the freaking list. Again, I was completely out of my element, but I could see where it could be really fun. Lying there together, I watched in fascination as Wyatt read aloud to me from
Fifty Shades of Grey
so that I could cross off #22: Read erotica.

“I don’t get that,” I mumbled at one point.

Pausing, he shut the book and looked at me, curled up against his chest.
“What don’t you get, doll?” He questioned with a smile.

“Spankings. They were something to be avoided. Why are they a good thing in sex?” My eyes were wide and innocent. My question was genuine.

“Oh, that.” Without speaking, he rolled me, moving me until my pelvis was over his lap, my behind up in the air. “Try this.” As he spoke, he began to spank me ever so lightly.

Shaking my head, I said, “Nope. Nothing.”

A smirk spread. His hand repositioned. Now as he spanked, he was actually hitting up against my labia, replicating the feeling of sex. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant. With a sensual sigh, and entirely without thinking, I spread my legs slightly, allowing better access. It felt amazing.

“This can’t be what they mean by a spanking. This is…” Before I could finish, he had pulled my panties off and hefted my skirt up to around my waist. Naked and exposed, my first instinct was to cover up, to roll over, to move, but I didn’t.

Lifting my hips higher, Wyatt bent his face until he was licking me...licking and sucking. Oh my Lord, that felt incredible. No one had ever used a mouth on me before. Something was changing. I could feel the blood all rushing to that area. My labias swelled, my clitoris did, too. That feeling was building up within me once more. Then, much faster than the previous night, the dam broke and the waves rushed through me; the feeling that I had previously feared, was now welcome and embraced.

We both seemed spent. Wyatt laid his head on my naked ass. “Nicely done,” he whispered against my buttocks.

“Thank you,” I managed. This experience had already been so much more than I ever expected it to be. How was I going to survive the next two weeks?

“Don’t forget to cross off #21: Light spanking,” he reminded me as he moved out from beneath me and stood. I watched as he glanced at the clock on his phone. Then he announced, “Time to get ready. We have to leave in thirty minutes.”

“Can’t we just stay here?” I asked quietly. “We still haven’t…”

“Don’t question the professor,” he teased. “And don’t worry about that. Plenty of time.”