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Rory
“Before we do... anything...”
That was all it took. As soon as I spoke, the three of them turned all their attention on me, their eyes rapt as they waited for me to finish speaking.
It was like I was the center of a room I’d never walked into before.
“I... I...”
“Rory.” Noah took my hand in his and sat me down on one of his couches. I looked around at the studio, trying to organize my feelings.
It was a beautiful space, rustic and natural. Noah had built it to look like a farmhouse in the middle of a city. That was pretty inventive.
He saw me looking and understood my need to gather myself before I said anything. Smiling, he sat down beside me.
“When I was in college, I got into a pretty rad writing gig. It paid well, and I wanted to put the money to good use. My first idea was a studio.”
“It’s really pretty, Professor.” I found it odd how seamlessly I navigated between calling him by his first name and addressing him as my teacher.
My gut feelings still told me this man would become an amazing friend. A protector—and a really hot one.
The studio opened to a weathered wooden work table and an old-fashioned wheel. There were shelves lined with ceramics and pottery tools. Noah had adorned the walls with muted pastels.
Warm, soothing.
One. Two. Three. You can do this. Out with it, Rory.
It was more than myneedingto do it, though. For once in my life, the moment actually felt right. It was ridiculous, because when you pictured losing your virginity, you typically thought of a special candlelit dinner and one person, right?
I mean, it rarely ever happened that way—but it was supposed to? Or maybe that was another of my teenage dreams. Whatever that idea had been, this reality was far better.
“The thing I wanted to say is...” I began speaking and rushed through the words because I needed to get everything out.
“I’ve never had sex before. And no, I don’t want to wait. I kinda feel like this is why I was waiting all along, but I know that’s corny but also yes, so there.”
Well done, Rory. You totally didn’t sound like a psycho there.
The men looked at each other, and Noah leaned in to kiss my shoulder.
“We’re stoked you told us, Rory.”
Was it... was it really as simple as that? I raised my head and met his eyes and did not see any hesitation there. No, “Oh, God, she’s one of those inexperienced twats,” or “Better start running.”
I kissed him.
Just like the first time, the second our lips met, I felt a current of tingly heat run from my stomach to my spine.
His lips slanted over mine, and his hot tongue slid in, taking complete control of me. Clearly, it wasn’t his first time kissing, and he knew what he was doing. He kissed me like a man, an adult, someone who could make music with a woman’s body.
I moaned against his lips and curled my fingers into his hair. I couldn’t tell the exact moment when it happened, but at one point, I must have stood up.
He was pushing me against one of the studio walls. I let him slide his hands over my curves and memorize my body. They sent hot chills—how could this even happen—through me. I was eager for more.
I wanted to be taught.
“Professor,” I moaned into his mouth once more.
I began trembling. Taking him by the shoulders, I looked at him. “There’s not much I’m scared of.” I spoke softly. “But I’m afraid of never knowing what this night could become. Kiss me.”
