Free Justified Love (The Southern Gentleman Series Book 1) by Nicole Hite Page B

back. This boy has zero self-control. I had never let a boy look at my hoo-ha before, and the thought of him staring straight into the eye of the storm intimidated and petrified me. Instead of taking his time to please me, he put on a condom and just went straight for it. So much for foreplay. Ok. So this is what sex is like. It pretty much sucked dick, and not in a good way. But then again, Tad was not making it special at all for me. Trying to be a little more intimate, I reached up to grab Tad’s face to pull him in for a kiss. He leaned in smashing his lips to mine, but immediately took my wrists and brought them above my head. He kept making these strange, grunting sounds, like he was herding goats with hemorrhoids. I tried everything not to laugh. You have got to be kidding me. At this point I just accepted that this was the single worst, least romantic, first sexual experience I have ever had. I couldn’t be mad at Tad; I wanted it too. I just didn’t think it would be this awkward. I mean, sex is awkward in general, but Tad took it to a whole new level. The look on his face when he climaxed reminded me of a monkey on crack the way it was contorted and strained. Ahhh! What the hell is that face he’s making.
     
                  Rolling off me, Tad removed the condom and threw it into his wastebasket.  I pulled my panties back on and tugged my jeans up, confused as to what just happened here.
     
                  “So I guess you have to get going, chemistry test tomorrow, you know,” he finally piped up. Seriously dude! Could you be more of a prick?
     
                  “Yeah, I should get going. Don’t want to flunk my test the first week of school. I’ll call you when I get back to the dorm,” I said unenthusiastic.
     
                  “Ok, babe. I had a good time tonight,” he said wiggling his eyebrows like a total d-bag. It took every ounce of my being not to roll my eyes at him.
     
                  “Yeah, so did I,” half smiling and wanting to cry.
     
                  Finally getting back to my dorm after walking across campus by myself, I removed my shoes in pain. Could this night get any worse? Maybe we could work on the sex part. I mean, maybe it was partly my fault.
     
                  Calling Tad was altogether excruciating, “Hey, babe, I made it home ok.”
     
                  “Good, good,” he said curtly.
     
                  “I was thinking. Wanna hit up that new Thai place on Fifth tomorrow? I heard they have the best pho in town,” trying to make light of the situation.
     
                  “I need to study for this history test tomorrow, babe. Maybe Friday?” he responded. My stomach was in knots, and I felt like I was going to vomit. He was blowing me off! What a total and complete, asshat!
     
                  “No problem,” I said shortly.
     
                  “I guess I should go study. I’ll talk to you later,” I clutched the phone, not wanted to let go. I gripped the phone so hard; my knuckles started to turn an ugly shade of white.
     
                  “No problem. Talk later.”
     
                  Sitting on my bed in shock, I wanted to cry. Staring into space, I didn’t even hang up the phone. All I could do was sit there in disbelief. That’s when I heard voices.
     
                  “What’s up, Brutha? Did you seal the deal yet?” What the fuck!
     
                  “Yeah, I put that lard ass to bed as quickly as I could. I was going to stretch out the dating for a while, but I couldn’t stand it any longer. You owe me fifty bucks man!”
     
                  “What the hell, dude?” his friend said.
     
                  “Yes, ten for being fat, ten for being a book nerd, and thirty for being a virgin. Pay up, sucka!” I wanted to