“What should I do, Carla?”
No answers came to him. Instead, Laura rolled over and away from him. The pain striking his heart shocked him. He didn’t like her moving away. Dean moved closer and spooned against her back. Whenever Laura was in his bed, she’d stay in his arms.
Was that his answer?
Chapter Twelve
Dear Diary,
I lost my virginity last night to Dean Riley. It was the most amazing experience of my life. He is so sweet and tender and caring. He doesn’t think of himself all the time. I loved when he touched my body, working down with his tongue, over my br**sts and pu**y.
I feel like a new woman. Not just pretending to be a woman. I sat at the breakfast table with my parents and they didn’t notice a change. I’m still the same old Laura. Nothing new.
Am I supposed to feel bad for wanting to do it again? My work is at the library, only now, while I’m placing books on the shelf, I think about Dean and sex. I want to experience everything, to be with him everyday.
Holy shit, I think I’m addicted.
Laura closed her diary and smiled. Dean had asked her to come to his house after she’d finished at work.
She waited for the head librarian, like she did the other times, to close the shop. On a Friday the library only stayed open for half a day. Peter, as always, stood outside waiting for her.
“Hi,” he said.
Laura smiled at him and together they walked the short distance until she had to cut off and go to Dean’s.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get to the library today,” Peter said, starting up a conversation.
“Don’t worry about it. It was just another busy day with filling shelves. You know, it amazes me. I don’t see many people taking books out, but there sure are a lot to put back.”
“At least you’ve got stuff to do,” said Peter.
“How do you keep an apartment when you don’t work?” she asked. Since she’d started going to college Laura had thought about moving out of her parents' house. The opportunity hadn’t rose and the prices were too high. She paid rent to her parents every week, but nothing as costly as renting a place.
“I know all the right people. You thinking of moving out of your folk's?”
“Yes. What is it we’re supposed to say? Oh, right, they’re cramping my style,” she joked.
“Librarian shelf-fillers have a life?” he teased.
Laura punched him on the arm. “Don’t get cocky or I won’t not teach you history.”
“She steals my heart,” Peter said.
She laughed at the face he pulled.
“What time are you in tomorrow?” he asked her.
Laura scrunched her nose and thought about the date. The day was Friday.
“Actually, I’m off until Tuesday. I’ve been doing a few extra hours to get the weekend off.”
They came to the fork in the roads.
“I’ve got to go. I promised a friend I’d meet them,” she told him.
Peter nodded and Laura waved at him. She ran the last few yards to Dean’s house, not bothering to look back. Laura enjoyed the breeze on her face.
Dean waited for her outside. Disappointment surged through her.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Dean chuckled and cupped her face as she got near.
“You’re becoming insatiable," he told her. "I don’t want to spend all of my time stranded inside here. I bought you something.” He picked up a bag and instead of showing her what he’d brought, took her hand and they walked down through the garden.
She recognized the path to the stream with the boulders she loved. She didn’t talk and waited until Dean stopped and looked around.
“This is such a beautiful place,” he said and pulled out some scraps of material from the bag he’d brought with him.
“What have you got?”
“I want you to wear this for me.” Dean held up a deep purple bikini top and bottoms. Laura burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
“There is no way you’re getting me into a bikini. I won’t even wear a full swimsuit,” she told him.
Dean stared at her and then glanced down at his purchase.
“All right. If you don’t wear this, I won’t show you my swimwear and anything else will be off the menu. We’ll go back to the house and work on your story,” he said. He replaced his purchase in the bag and made to move back up the path.
“Wait. Are you serious?” she asked.
“Do I look like I’m telling some kind of joke?” he said.
“No. We can still do other stuff. You don’t need me to be wearing a bikini for that.”
Dean was shaking his head. “Not good enough. I want you to wear the present I brought.”
“But I’ll look awful,” she protested.
He cupped her cheeks and laid a gentle kiss against her lips. She tried to deepen the kiss but he wouldn’t let her.
“You won’t look awful. I want you to see how beautiful you are to me,” he said.
Laura hated him and loved him all at the same time. She didn’t want to wear the small scrap of a bikini. Taking a deep breath, she walked around him and began undoing her blouse, button by button.
Dean stood away and she felt his eyes on her. She placed the blouse on the boulder, followed by her bra.
“Wait. Take your skirt and panties off first,” Dean instructed.
She unzipped the skirt and it fell to a pool at her feet. Next she dropped her panties.
“Turn around,” he told her.
Laura turned around and gasped at how close he’d come.
“You’ve got an amazing body. Feel what it does to me,” He took her hand and pressed her palm against the bulge in his jeans.
“Never mistake how beautiful you are,” he said to her. Dean leaned down and picked up the bikini.
Her heart burst as he knelt at her feet and she stepped into the panties. He pulled them up her legs and when he’d placed the panties on her body, he squeezed her ass. He pulled the top part out and she saw the straps wrapping around her neck. She lifted her hair and waited as he placed the cups over her full br**sts. She blushed as she saw he’d picked the right size. His fingers tied the straps around her neck. She took a breath and turned around.
“Purple is a wonderful colour on you,” he told her.
She waited as he pulled his shirt over his head and unbuckled his jeans. He wore a pair of swimming trunks and Laura couldn’t help but laugh. Dean's trunks were printed with a yellow duck on the front.