20
Emily
We finished the bottle of wine, and Chad said he should probably leave. I didn’t want him to, but I wasn’t positive I wanted him to stay either. I appreciated his consideration on my behalf and the respect he was showing me.
When we walked to the door, he hugged me tightly. “Thank you for letting me come over tonight. I had a really nice time.”
“Thank you for…everything.” I released him from the hug and looked at him. I went on my toes and kissed him gently on the mouth. “You’re pretty great, you know that?” I told him.
“I think you’re pretty great too. Thank you for the pizza, the wine, and, most of all, your company. I think we’re going to be very good friends, Emily. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”
He leaned in and gave me a kiss. It started out slow, but when I pulled him closer to me, he intensified the pressure. He used his tongue and his lips to explore my mouth. My ardent response came naturally to me. As the kiss continued, so did its intensity. He devoured my mouth and I responded in kind. This went on for several minutes. I’d never had a kiss that left me dizzy before, and I was definitely feeling dizzy at this moment. I loved the effect his mouth was having on my body. It was powerful.
I was disappointed when it ended. When he left, I closed the door, leaned against it and took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe all the changes that were happening in my life. It was surreal.
I really wanted to talk to someone about Chad. There was no way I could read or sleep just then. I was too excited. I decided to send my sister a message to see if she was maybe up feeding the baby.
“You awake?”
“Yep. What’s up?”
“Can I call you?”
“I’ll call you.”
“What’s going on, sis? Shouldn’t you be studying or sleeping or something? Is everything all right? You never call me this late.”
I couldn’t believe I was going to tell her about Chad. I had to, though. I was too excited to keep it to myself. “I met someone,” I said nervously and excitedly.
“What do you mean you met someone? You just left Martin!” she said quite loudly.
“I know. It’s crazy. His name is Chad. He’s from California. We go to school together.” I waited for the questions; I knew she would have a lot.
“Should I assume he’s nice and respectable?” she asked me in a mocking tone.
I had to laugh. He was so different from Martin, it was uncanny. “Uh, not exactly,” I admitted.
“Really? I’m intrigued. I can’t imagine he’s easygoing, laid back, and chill. Is he?’
“Actually…that is a pretty good description of him,” I admitted shyly.
“No kidding? What does he look like?”
I hesitated. How could I describe him? “Like a Greek God,” I admitted thoughtfully. He really was stunning.
“Get out of town!”
I enjoyed surprising my sister. “Yeah, really. He is super tall, maybe six four, with messy blond hair and dark-blue eyes. He has a beautiful smile and the most adorable dimples. He is solid muscle. And oh my God, can he kiss!” I squealed like a teenager.
“And he’s a law student?” She sounded like it was hard to believe. “I thought the guys in law school were all nerdy.”
“Yes, he is a law student, and no, he is far from nerdy. He’s remarkable. He’s amazing. He could be any girl’s fantasy. He looks like a guy you’d see surfing in California. He is extremely smart and passionate about law, which makes him even sexier. I guess I never expected such a good-looking man to be so smart or so motivated. It sounds like he comes from a good family. In fact he was impressed with the architecture at dad’s place. He said his mom was an interior decorator and he learned a lot from her about interior design.”
“Wait a minute, sis. He went to dad’s place? You slept with him already?” The shock in her voice was hysterical. I found myself thoroughly enjoying this.
“No, I didn’t sleep with him. We had pizza and wine tonight, and then he left—after he gave me the most passionate kiss I have ever had. Talk about giving me goose bumps! I have never felt this excited about a guy before Sara,” I admitted. It felt so good to share this with my sister.
“Not even Martin?” she wondered.
“Especially not Martin,” I admitted.
“Well, I am totally psyched for you. When can I meet this Greek God?”
“I don’t know. We just started dating, if you can even call it that. Guess what we did today? He took me paintballing at a place called Extreme Sports. It was such a blast. We spent almost three hours shooting guns, running through obstacles, and getting covered in paint. I was fully dressed, but I still had paint on every single part of my body. It was the strangest thing to do, and I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun or laughed so hard.”
“I can’t believe you went paintballing! That’s amazing, Em. I’m so happy for you. Listen, I’m sorry to cut this short, but I hear Brian fussing. I probably need to feed him. If you want to talk some more, call me tomorrow. I’d love to hear more about Mr. California. Thanks for calling. You made my night.”
After Sara hung up, I just sat there thinking. It had been only two days since I’d left Martin, and I was blown away by how much happier I felt. So much was happening. My mind was reeling. For starters I couldn’t believe I stayed with him as long as I did. I never should have moved in with him. I’d approached the relationship cognitively when I should have followed my heart. That wasn’t going to happen again. Ever.
I was proud of myself that I’d finally gotten the nerve to break up with him. I still couldn’t believe I’d done it. I’d packed up all of my belongings and moved out of our apartment. To top it all off, I went paintballing with this incredibly hot guy from California who was different from any guy I had ever hung out with before. I felt like a new woman. For the first time in a very long while, I felt happy.
I changed my clothes and crawled into bed. All I could think of was the kiss from Chad. It made me feel all tingly between my legs. I thought about grabbing my vibrator, but I decided to leave it in my dresser. I was pretty exhausted, and there was a part of me that wanted to save myself for Chad. If we kept seeing each other, I knew we would end up in bed. And maybe, just maybe, I would finally enjoy having sex with a guy. That was something I’d fantasized about for a long time. A girl could dream…