New Girl in The City

thighs were touching-the solid heat of it caught my attention, "is your virginity a conscious decision, or are you using it as an excuse to not get close to anyone?" "I guess maybe a little bit of both?" Jonah studied me carefully, his gaze straying from my eyes to my lips and then back up. "What are you afraid of?" That was a loaded question. If only you knew.

But seriously, with everything going on in my life, romantic relationships were way down on my list. And I mean way down. These panties were proof enough of that. I had my parents to worry about, which meant I never had time to get close to anyone. If I did, my virginity was always something I could use to push them away when things got too serious. Most of the time, I just didn't want a relationship or the emotional ties that came with it. I probably would have done the same thing tonight if another man had come along, but now, in Jonah's presence, it felt like I was throwing caution to the wind-my usual excuses were flying out the window at record speed. I mean, it wasn't like I planned on staying a virgin forever. And this guy, well, he was pretty hot. And his one-liners didn't make me want to run away. So why not give him a chance? What was the worst that could happen? Sure. I could lose my virginity to a pair of Halloween underwear. Maybe I should just play it cool and see how it goes. "There are a lot of things to be afraid of." Jonah nodded. "But if you're always afraid, you'll never live." It's a nice sentiment, I could almost believe it if I didn't think you were just saying it to get my panties off. "I wouldn't say that if I didn't." Jonah gave me a sly smile. "Besides, I don't need to resort to cheap pick-up lines to get someone into my bed."

"I'm sure you don't." - I took a sip of my drink as he sipped his, and our eyes locked. We ended up at an expensive hotel across the street from the bar. When I heard the price of the room, I nearly fainted, but Jonah paid without a second thought. His expensive clothes and Rolex had already tipped me off to his wealth, but seeing him spend hundreds of dollars for one night made me feel a little uncomfortable. I didn't have time to think about it. As soon as we walked into the room, he pushed me against the door and kissed me. He tasted like expensive whiskey and smelled like fabric softener, soap, and musk. It was an intoxicating combination of scents and flavors, and I quickly became addicted. I melted against him, grabbing his jacket to pull him closer. "Let me know if it's too much and I'll stop," he whispered in my ear as he nibbled on my lobe. His tongue licked the spot where his teeth had touched before moving down to feast on my neck. "Don't you dare." His hands were groping at my clothes, tugging at them to remove them. I did the same to him, eager to feel his warm skin against mine. By the time his hands were removing my skirt, I didn't really care about the 'panty problem' anymore. Now, they were just a small barrier between me and my fabulous and pleasurable destiny. I felt him hesitate, and then a smirk crossed his face. "Why, Naomi, you make me regret that my Three Little Pigs underwear is in the washing machine!" "I'll forgive you, as long as you brought the Big Bad Wolf." In fact, I heard him laugh like a schoolboy. The rest of the evening was a blur of new feelings and sensations. We did so much and touched each other for so long that I lost track of time. He was dominant and rough, but never malicious. I matched his roughness with my own, and when we finally collapsed, exhausted and satisfied, I was forever changed. "What are you thinking about?"