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She moaned, and her breathing was a staccato beat after that. “I’m coming!” she screamed not long after. “Oh God, Brent, it feels so good.”
Knowing now that the woman he cared about was satisfied, Brent stopped resisting his own climax. An orgasm swept over him, and it was like being lit up by twenty thousand volts. He came fast, an intense sensation, also hitting him like a freight train. He shivered and leaned back against his pillow.
“That was amazing, thank you, sweetheart.”
“I… Thank you,” she said, her voice small and meek again. “I swear I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Me either, but I’d like to do that again.”
“Me too.”
He chuckled and sighed. “Good night, babe. I know I’ll be having one.”
Chapter Nine
Jessica
A few days later, once she came back from a late study group, Jessica was dealing with such heady feelings. She hadn’t been able to rest or sleep much. All her thoughts were of Brent, and, honestly, why wouldn’t they be?
After coming back from the zoo, and dinner, and… what had happened in the limo… and last night over the phone, Jessica was reeling. She was sore. Both from walking so much during the day, and in a good way after that sexy call. Even as she walked up to her apartment, she could feel his large, strong hand inside her. Little twitches fluttered between her legs, aftershocks of her first really intense orgasms. Never before had she ever felt so utterly undone, like she might fall to the floor the moment she stepped inside her living room and literally fall to pieces.
Instead, she just fell onto the sofa, bonelessly, and let out a deep sigh. For a long moment, she just lay there, her head spinning with wine and possibilities. From the way Brent talked, he was interested in more than just a fling. Did that make a difference? Could they move forward, without doing harm to Cara?
Jessica could only think of the scent of him, of how his hands moved over her body so expertly. She’d never been with a man like this before. She was a bit embarrassed by it, even though she was barely drinking age and knew others went longer, for far less reason, without experiencing sex with another person. In her case, it had nothing to do with ideology or religion and everything to do with opportunity and the lack thereof. Not a lot of chances to have a torrid affair in a library.
Well, that wasn’t exactly true. She knew there was a corner in the university library where people went to fool around. Jessica just hadn’t met anyone she was willing to make those moves with. It was easier with Brent, somehow. He was both experienced and willing, reassuring and dangerous.
It was easy to want him. So hard to tell him no.
***
On Monday, Jessica was restless. After spending most of her weekend with Brent, she felt the separation from him acutely. Also, she wouldn’t be coming over to spend time with Cara today, since the girl had school activities planned, so she took her laptop to the café around the corner to plan out things to do with Cara and review her lemur research.
Just as she was adding a few outdoor games to her list, her barista brought over her latte.
“Hey, Curly Sue.”
Jessica looked up and laughed. The barista, with her severe undercut, the top of which was dyed pink, sat in the chair next to her.
“Long time no latte,” Dana said. “How did the end of your semester turn out?”
“Ugh.” Jessica shook her head. “It was an avalanche of projects.”
“Same. I had to get approval on my senior project by the end of the semester, but since my aunt died and I had to go home to help her kids, I missed the deadline by a mile.”
“That sucks.”
Dana shrugged. “Dr. Wharton was pretty understanding. It’s nice to have teachers who understand school isn’t the only thing on our shoulders.”
“True. I hope I don’t have to test how my professors feel about things. They weren’t too impressed that I couldn’t land a summer internship.” Jessica picked up her latte and wrapped her fingers around the mug. “I recently landed an internship starting in the fall though. I’m really excited. It’s such an amazing opportunity, even if I have to wait.”
Dana rubbed her fingers around the piercings at the top of her left ear. “There you go. That’ll show them.”
“Tell me more about your project.” Jessica paused. “Unless you have to get back to work?”
“I kind of do. But I can hang in about an hour, if you want.”
“That’s good. I can finish up what I’m working on here, and then we can do lunch.”
An hour later, Jessica had compiled a decent-sized list of options for Cara and reread a few recent articles in the area of primatology, so Jessica and Dana packed up their things and walked down the street to find someplace for lunch. As they walked, Dana explained in detail the art installation she was planning to assemble at the university gallery, and Jessica did her best to comprehend what her friend would be doing and how it was art. Jessica had to admit she was very literal in the sense of art appreciation, but at least with Dana, she knew for a fact that the girl wasn’t pulling her audience’s leg.
