Chapter Two
Mary
I’d finally found him – the guy who was going to take my virginity.
I’d begun to worry – that I’d go to college without ever going past second base. I didn’t want to be the last of us among our friends to finally do it. To lose my V-card. Jane had succeeded with a home-run just a week after we graduated. She’d told me all about it. Well, most of it and I was so jealous. I’d lay in bed at night, touch myself and think of my own hot guy. A man who’d tell me what to do, to take me, fuck me, fill me. Night after night I dreamed of the one and now I’d found him.
It’d been a month since graduation. Aside from the whole virgin thing, I just wanted to get away from my house because it felt like every time I was home, my stress levels were off the charts. My mom was to blame for everything. Going to the local college would’ve been much more affordable, but she was willing to pay thousands of dollars more per semester to have me across the country so she could have alone time with her new fiancé.
Yeah, the whole “that college has the best early education program” speech was bullshit. It wasn’t as if I couldn’t hear their mating calls from my bedroom. They didn’t even care if I heard or saw everything they were doing. Dinner with those two was a nightmare. They were always feeling each other up, more than they would eat their food – and right in front of me.
I wanted out of the house as much as she wanted me gone, but I didn’t need to go two time zones away to give them space. Going to dinner at Mr. Parker’s house to meet a guy who needed a summer babysitter was great timing. I couldn’t miss my mom leading Bob into her bedroom. Gag. But Jane had called and I’d accepted. I just had to remember that Mr. Parker wasn’t my teacher anymore and I was supposed to call him Greg.
But I wasn’t interested in Greg. I wanted Gabe. I wanted a man’s touch. I wanted his touch. His kisses. His cock. I wanted him to claim me and fuck me. Gabe was practically God’s gift to women with thick dark hair and soft, mesmerizing blue eyes. Not to mention his body…I’d thought Mr. Parker was one fit man and Jane always gushed about him, but the moment I saw Gabe, I tried my best not to let him see that my nipples were hard and I had to wonder if he knew that my panties were ruined after the first glance. I managed well, since I had the job.
After that, when Mr. Parker and Jane excused themselves to go to the kitchen, Gabe and I got down to business – but not that kind. He told me about my working hours – six hours a day – and how much he was paying – twenty dollars an hour. It was double what I would get working a retail job. I’d never worked before, and thankfully, I didn’t have to, but having some experience, even babysitting, was always good for my resume. Not only that, but I really enjoyed kids. They were always so full of innocent energy, and a part of me missed that.
High school was all about pretending to know more than what we actually did. We couldn’t let anyone know we were virgins. We pretended we were “too cool for school.” We played games like Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare as if we’d been playing it all our lives. Honestly, it was a breath of fresh air to be finally done with that. I just needed to lose my virginity before I went to college, or else I’d be back to square one and pretending I knew more than I did.
I took a left turn and drove further up the street until I saw his house number – sixty-nine. I couldn’t help but smirk and start shaking my head when I saw it. I never even knew a house sign could make me feel so hot and horny. The idea of doing something like that with Gabe, well...I squirmed in my seat while pressing on the brakes and turning the engine off. I took my time getting out of my car and walking up to the front porch.
Gabe’s house was easily a standout from all the others on the street, the subdivision even. Being an architect, there was no doubt that he put his time, effort, and imagination into creating the place of his dreams. From the floor-to-ceiling windows, to the wood and black iron detailing of the structure, the design was something I hadn’t seen anywhere. Sure, it looked similar to those in high-end home magazines, but it wasn’t anything like the carbon copy houses on the street.
He was so buff, probably because he was an architect – him being so fit, tanned, and muscular. I remembered Gabe mentioning during dinner how he had a few projects lined up and was constantly visiting sites to overlook the construction. My mind suddenly started to whip up thoughts of him carrying sacks of gravel or driving bulldozers and whatnot. I could picture him opting to go shirtless from the heat of the afternoon sun with beads of sweat trickling down his chiseled body. Lifting a sledgehammer, swinging it, muscles rippling.
Fuck. I was feeling hot and wet already. Keep it together, woman, I reminded myself. I was going to his place to babysit…not maul him. Well, at least not on the first day.
During the drive to Gabe’s house, I felt both excited and nervous. I’d been trying to flirt with him that night we had dinner with Jane and Mr. Parker. I just hadn’t been sure if he knew I was trying to get his attention. I’d catch him staring at me or glancing at my cleavage from time to time, but he never made any outright effort to take the sexual tension I was feeling a step further. Well, except that time he made me take a bite off his steak. He’d cut a piece for me and then fed me, and I remembered how close our faces were. I could see the brightness of his blue eyes and length of his eyelashes. They were unusually long for a guy, and it made him even more attractive.
“I heard your car pull up.” The door opened before I even rang the doorbell. “Come in. Come in. You’re right on time.”
I nodded my head, smiled, and took a step inside his house. My shoulder slightly brushed against his chest, and I tried to keep my breathing even. My body was starting to feel warm, and the button down he donned wasn’t helping. He looked like a man, so very different from the guys who went to the Catholic all-boys school we usually had dances and parties with. He wore a pair of dark washed jeans and a navy long-sleeved shirt. He paired the attire with leather brown loafers, and I swore I was going to come just looking at him. The shirt fit so well, being stretched across his toned chest. It only accentuated and defined his strong arms and ripped abs.
“You’re…come on, I’ll introduce you to Ashley,” he then said, turning around so that his back was facing me, as he started to walk down the hallway.
Automatically, I couldn’t help but stick my bottom lip out into a pout and feel slightly disappointed. I felt a little bit rejected, or maybe he didn’t know what I was trying to do? I was trying to get him to have sex with me, but he probably just saw me as an eighteen-year-old child. I cursed inwardly. Fuck, I needed to try harder.
I couldn’t remain a virgin. I’d be a laughing stock in college.
The introduction with Ashley was…normal. At first, she was shy, hiding her face in her favorite blanket as she sat on the couch and watched Sesame Street. Only when I made some funny faces at her did she start to smile. When I asked Gabe the story of her parents, he said the father had left Gabe’s sister while she was pregnant. Since Ashley was born, he’d been doing everything he could to help his sister with raising her child. I felt my heart tighten by the minute, seeing the way he loved his niece only made me see how he would be with other children. His own children, someday. That was another layer I hadn’t known, and as we talked, I learned more about him. Finally, a few minutes passed and his phone began to ring. He ignored the call and then turned to me, although I could sense his mind beginning to be diverted toward work.
“I have to go to the office,” he said, making a move to say goodbye to Ashley. After a hug and a kiss, he stood back up and came over to me. “You’ll be alright?” he asked.
I nodded and crossed my arms again. I couldn’t miss the way he glanced at my breasts, but he did nothing about it. Said nothing. I only saw the heat in his eyes. Not that he would do more in front of his niece. “My number’s on the fridge if you need to call me. Emergency info, too.”
Oh. “Got it. We’re good here, right Ash?” I asked, grinning at the little girl. She didn’t know what we were talking about, but she seemed fine with me.
With another nod, he finally left the room. Not long after, I heard the sound of a car engine turning on, and then, he was off. I went to sit beside Ashley on the couch and we watched a few minutes of Sesame Street in silence. Only when the credits rolled did she mutter something incoherent as she pointed to the colorful building blocks stacked on the top shelf of the family room built-ins. I reached for them and set the pieces on the floor. She came over and began to build what looked like a rectangular, three-floored tower.
The day went fine after that. After several hours of playing, she became fussy and went down for a long nap. As she slept, I thought about what was going to happen when Gabe came home. The hours passed in what felt like forever.
The days with Ashley after that fell into a routine, the hours alternating between playing and learning. I felt she knew more than I did when I was her age. She could match shapes, colors, and numbers, and she was quick to label certain body parts from a children’s book. When it came to fun, there were building blocks, jumbo-sized legos, and the backyard inflatable pool to choose from.
I hadn’t seen much of Gabe other than a quick hello at the door before he left for work or a “Thanks” at the door before I went home. Three days of simple pleasantries. Three days with nothing but heated stares from Gabe. Nothing more. If he didn’t make a move soon, I was going to combust.
I knew he wanted me, knew there was chemistry between us. If he wasn’t going to move things along, then I was. Was I being bold? Yes. Desperate times called for desperate measures. I was not going to college a virgin. So when I got dressed this morning, I decided on a plaid skirt – not my old school uniform – and a tank top. I debated whether to leave the house with my bra on or off and went for the latter.
Gabe always eyed my breasts. He wasn’t sleazy about it, but I couldn’t miss it. And he wouldn’t miss the way my hardened nipples tried to poke out of the thin material of my top. For a second, I thought it’d be too much. I was going over to babysit…but I also wanted to seduce him. I wasn’t going to spend the summer waiting for him to make a move. No, if I wanted his cock buried deep inside my needy pussy, I needed to make it clear.
“Fake it ‘til you make it,” I whispered to myself. I had zero experience when it came to sex. My only sexual adventure was kissing other girls during parties. It was fun, safe, and a little hot even, and the guys – well, boys who watched – always loved it. I’d had a few of them come on to me, but I’d never gotten wet for any of them. Never wanted them to touch me and never considered one of them to be the one to take my virginity. No, I wanted that for someone special.
For Gabe.
But those had all been boys. They all acted immaturely and just talked a big game. I had a feeling they held off doing anything because they didn’t actually know what to do. With Gabe, I figured he was holding off because I was too young. I wasn’t too young. Well, I didn’t think he was too old.
I bit my bottom lip. I knew my reputation at the private school. Everyone had thought I was so experienced because I’d always gave tips and advice I’d read off the internet. I knew what to do when it came to sex, be it oral, vaginal, or anal. I’d watched enough porn, but I was just hoping expectation was close to reality.
Fake it ‘til you make it, my inner voice repeated in my head, and I gave myself a nod of confidence. I needed that especially later if I was going to get Gabe to see me as more than just the summer babysitter and finally take my virginity.
No bra then.
I boldly tossed the lace back onto my bed. I gave myself one last look in the mirror, more than satisfied with how I looked. My skirt was short and flirty. The nude, lace thong beneath made it look like I wasn’t wearing any underwear, if he ever flipped up skirt. My nipples were hard and perky, and my breasts were large and full enough to be flush against my tank top.
Perfect.
I was dressed to kill, or rather, I was dressed to have sex.
When Gabe opened the door for me this morning, I couldn’t miss how his eyes immediately went to my breasts and he inhaled ever so slightly. I couldn’t miss it. He looked curiously at me, questioning, probably wanting to know why I wasn’t wearing a bra. I hadn’t been bold, until now. I crossed my arms and rested them below my breasts to deepen my cleavage. Yeah, that was bold.
He coughed loudly, clearing his throat. “I’m late,” he murmured, grabbing his briefcase. “Ashley’s in the book corner.” He dashed out then, one last glance at me, then raking down my body before he shut the door behind him.
***
When I heard the door open that night, it was a few minutes after seven and Ashley was fast asleep in her toddler bed. I was in the kitchen washing the dinner dishes.
“Oh,” Gabe said, stepping inside from the garage. Obviously, he was at a loss for words.
It wasn’t my fault. He’d caught me by surprise. I was bent over, loading the bottom rack of the dishwasher. I instantly stood up, realizing my skirt had ridden up and he could see my bare bottom and the little line of my thong. I almost dropped a plate on the floor, and apologized to him. So much for seducing him. What man gets turned on by a woman filling a dishwasher?
The next words out of his mouth shocked me…but in a good way. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”