Is this how it felt to be in love? Renee didn’t know. An unapologetic ‘party girl’, she had been after ‘nice guy’ Jerry all summer, but mainly for his family’s money and status. Rowdy had always been her favorite playmate, and she hadn’t planned to give him up even if she did hook Jerry. But then came last night.
Jerry had been so worn-out from his summer job it was almost funny. But a stop at the T-Bone Grill for a big lettuce and tomato salad, two double-cheeseburgers, a large order of curly fries, and three glasses of ice tea revived him enough to want something special for dessert.
So did she.
For weeks, Jerry had been patient and nice. But as her friend, Darlene had counseled, it was past time to let him score. Besides, Rowdy was out of town and she felt frisky.
That Jerry turned out to be so good came as a surprise and a real bonus. The first time was okay, maybe even a little exciting. Of course, most first times were. Other than that, it’d been nice, but really, just sex as usual.
After they rested and cuddled for a while, he began making love, not just to the boobs and all that, but to every part of her body, and there had been nothing in his way, either. He’d insisted on taking off all her clothes. So there she was, buck-naked in his car, while he did his thing. And to her surprise, she had loved every fan-fucking-tastic moment.
In her experience, most guys were eager to paw and grab, but just until they moved on to the serious stuff. Jerry seemed to enjoy foreplay, kissing and touching and nibbling and stroking everywhere. And he kept on doing it until she was on the verge of begging him to go ahead and start the serious stuff.
When he did, it had been good, really good. But it had been more than just sex that made everything so special. Somehow, the feeling he wanted to make love to her and with her, not just get laid, had become overwhelming. Maybe after wanting her for so long, he’d been determined to take full advantage of their time together. Maybe that was the way he always made love. Whatever the reason, being on the receiving end had been a blast.