undressed fast enough.
So I decide to go with it and sit up to take off my jacket. My bow tie and shirt are next. I pull the zipper down on the side of Norma’s dress. Before long we are naked and I’ve never felt anything so good in my life. I touch her any and everywhere that I can. After a while I run my fingers between her legs and find her ready for me. She lets out the sweetest moan, and I feel like I’m gonna blow.
I reach over the side of the bed and pull out the condom I put in my wallet just in case. It’s ripped and then it’s on. I’m hovering over her and her arms are pulling me down to kiss her lips. Then I’m entering her and it’s the most amazing thing I have ever felt. She cries out and I stop. “Its fine, big foot. Keep going.” So I do.
Afterwards we are lying on the bed face to face staring at each other. I hope what I see in her eyes is what I think it means. But I’m not jumping the gun on this. She has to say it first. I just know that she would freak out and run if I said it right now.
She finally sits up in the bed and the white sheet falls around her waist. I turn onto my back and throw my hands behind my head. I stare at the most beautiful creature and I wait with bated breath for what she is going to say.
Chapter 6
Norma
Losing your virginity fucking hurts. I don’t care what I’ve read in romance novels. Though it was beautiful. He even tried to stop but it was done and no need to be unfinished. While messy and painful I wouldn’t change it for the world. I also realized something about myself.
I’m in love with him.
I’m in love with the only person I ever hated.
It’s sick really. And I don’t know what’s worse. The fact that I fell in love with someone who used to verbally abuse me, or that he fell for the girl who showed him a lie. I’m not this girl he sees when he looks at me. I’m not nice, sexy, or emotionally stable.
What you see isn’t what I am, I swear it. I still can’t look myself in the mirror. I only see huge angry bumps that will never go away. They will always haunt who I am, make me do crazy things. Like setting out to ruin this boy. Who showed me a side of him that I didn’t know was in there. That boy who messed me up doesn’t exist anymore. He was so young at the time and it is amazing that he pulled himself out of his father’s shadow. He became a good person instead of going down that path.
I’ve only met Mr. Duncan once, and that was when Chance took me to dinner at his house about 4 weeks ago. I will never go back. His new wife is like 25, which is disgusting. The only words that came out of his mouth were hurtful and insulting. Chance can’t do this and can’t do that. When it’s so clear he doesn’t know his own son at all. I think the divorce was the best thing that ever happened to Chance.
So here I am sitting in this hotel bed with the white sheets around my waist and one arm crossed over my breasts. While Chance lounges around with his arms behind his head and his perfect body mostly on display. His face is satisfied and lazy. The joy radiating out of him is almost more than I can bare. How could I have decided to destroy him? That puts me right up there with his father. He doesn’t deserve what I wanted to do to him.
“I love you big foot.” I whisper. He deserves my love, not my revenge. The boy who deserves that doesn’t exist anymore. I’m happy I opened my eyes before I did anything stupid.
He sits up so fast I’m pretty sure he pulled something. The smile on his face is contagious and I find myself looking into his beautiful hazel eyes and returning that smile. “I love you too, smalls.” he whispers before crushing his lips against mine. It’s sweet and heartwarming. I never want to let it go.
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When I open my eyes early the next morning, I feel this overwhelming sense of peace. I’m happy for the first time I think since I was a little girl. Chance