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    He's playing his own music. He's got really great taste, from what I am hearing. I stare at his toned back, which is clearly visible through the thin white material of his tee. And in those jeans, his ass looks good enough to bite. He turns his head to see me in the kitchen, bends his arm, and crooks his index finger, inviting me to join him across the room.
    I walk slowly to him. Taking in the soft melodic tune that he has chosen to play, my heart is beating a mile a minute. His hands go around my hips and he starts to sway with me. We slowly dance in the same spot, just holding one another. When the tempo picks up on the next song on his playlist, he takes my hand and twirls me around so my back is to his chest. Oh lord, he starts to move his hips into circles, with his finger in my hips he encourages me to follow suit. I circle and grind my backside to his front. I can feel the hardness of his chest at the back of my shoulders, along with the hardness at the lowest part of my back. Sending heat straight to my inner thighs. How can this man get me so riled up just from a few gyrations of his hips?
    I lean my head back against his chest and he leans down close to my ear and whispers: "I need you. I crave you. You drive me wild. There is something different about you than any other woman I have ever met."
    I let out a soft sigh and I just can't think. I don't want to think any more about him being with any other woman. I want to be with him. I want to be the woman he comes back to, and not be a one-night stand. But how do I truly know he can do that? Can I trust that he would stay true to me? I haven't known him long at all. We've never even been on a date. "But you barely know me Ben and I barely know you."
    He nods slowly understanding. "What do you want to know?" He asks me.
    What do I want to know? I want to know everything, but where to start. It's like one of those things when you walk into a music store and you want to pick up some new music, but your mind goes blank on what band you wanted to look for. I just stare at him for a moment. Ben chimes in, "Why are you still a virgin? How did I manage to find most likely what is to be the last and final one in the city?"
    Ha. He would have to bring this up. I shake my nerves and start to talk. "He was a couple grades above me. He gave me my first kiss, but then quickly tried to grope me and I wasn't ready. So when I told him "no" he didn't stop. He kept trying to force himself on top of me, by shifting his body across the bench seat of his pick-up truck and pinning me. My shoulders and head up against the cold glass window and his hands were running up my thighs to my breasts. I decided it was now or never and I swiftly brought my leg up just enough to nail him right in his sack." Ben winced at this part of my flash back.
    "He coiled back, called me a "fucking bitch" and a "tease." I took the opening and bolted out of the truck and he drove off…" A tear runs down my cheek. I never spoke about this with anyone, but I feel like I can tell Ben anything. If all else fails at least I can say I opened myself up to him.
    Ben wipes my tear and wraps an arm around my waist. "You don't have to tell me anymore if it hurts Tess. I understand."
    Needing to finish my story not only for Ben but for myself, I go on. "No. I need to tell you everything…He abandoned me in the parking lot at a local park, at night, leaving me to walk five miles home. After that night I didn't go out on any dates. I stayed home on weekends, cranking my tunes and painting."
    Ben gently kisses me on my forehead, "Thank you for telling me this. I am sorry you had to go through something like that."
    I huff, if he only knew half of what I've been through…
    "So, what about you Mr. Man Whore? Why all the women?" I ask. Hey if we're being honest here.
    Rolling his eyes at my name calling, he starts in. "Well after being in a serious relationship for far too long with the wrong person, I may