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leaning down and kissing her.
And she’d kissed me back and had continued kissing me back until one of the chaperones tapped me on the shoulder and cleared her throat.
After the dance, we went back to my mom’s house to change for after-prom events. I’d changed first but forgotten to grab my shoes from the foot of the bed. I knocked on the bedroom door so she could hand them out.
“Hey, Gracie. Are you decent? I left my shoes in—”
I broke off as the door drifted open slowly. The latch hadn’t always caught, and this was evidently one of those times. Gracie stood next to the bed in a half-slip, bare from the waist up. I’d half expected her to scream at me to leave, but she hadn’t. She’d simply crossed her wrists in front of her chest, blocking my view.
Neither one of us said anything. We stared at one another.
I found myself drifting toward her as if by magnetic force. “Gracie,” I said, my voice jumping about three octaves and crackling.
She didn’t speak, and I could see her pulse beating at the base of her throat, just above her thumbs.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” I told her.
She said nothing but lifted her chin fractionally. Taking it as more consent than fear, I leaned toward her. Without touching her with my hands, my lips met hers. They were as soft as silk, free of lipstick or gloss, and tasted of heaven.
My arms found their way around her shoulders, and one buried into the fragrant mass of black curly hair hanging down her back. I wasn’t sure which was softer, the satin of her hair or the silk of her skin.
“Gracie? Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I asked against the smooth skin where her neck met her shoulder. God, every inch of her was soft and smelled fantastic.
“No. What?”
I placed a hand at the small of her back and eased her forward, gently pressing her hips to mine, letting her feel what I’d done my best to hide most of the night.
“Oh,” she said then realization dawned. “Oh!”
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
She tilted her head back, and I could see so many things in the warmth of her gray eyes. Fortunately, “stop” wasn’t one of them.
Afterward, we lay on my bed, our bodies cooling as I stroked her back from shoulder to hip, reveling in the afterglow. Life was almost perfect. I had a beautiful and very naked woman in my arms. I’d finally lost my virginity and in time for basic training. Graduation was weeks away, and I was about to get away from my parents and their never-ending, self-created problems. I’d been looking forward to going into the army for years. And now, I’d have Gracie waiting for me.
“I really wish you weren’t leaving next month.”
A feeling of dread spread through me.
“It’s too late to stop me, Gracie,” I’d said a little more harshly than intended as I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed.
“I wasn’t trying to.” She sounded as hurt as I’d ever heard her.
I knew immediately that I’d overreacted but didn’t know how to say that.
She wriggled back into her clothes, keeping her back to me the whole time, and then asked me to take her home.
She didn’t speak to me for about six months… until I came home from basic.
Now, as Gracie turned to the next page in the photo album, I found my heart pounding and the same disappointment I’d felt seven years ago flowed like acid through my veins.
That was the first of many major fuckups with Gracie, but it set the tone for all the future ones. I needed to find a way to get back in her good graces because realizing what we could have had made me want it so much more.
Chapter 13 — Grace
“Never plan on a first date lasting more than an hour.”
~ Luddite in Love: A Cautionary Tale of Dating in the Modern Age, Grace Mendoza
Exactly one week and five online dates into my grand dating experiment, my nerves had settled down about the whole thing. In fact, it was starting to get... a little repetitive. Joe would pick
And she’d kissed me back and had continued kissing me back until one of the chaperones tapped me on the shoulder and cleared her throat.
After the dance, we went back to my mom’s house to change for after-prom events. I’d changed first but forgotten to grab my shoes from the foot of the bed. I knocked on the bedroom door so she could hand them out.
“Hey, Gracie. Are you decent? I left my shoes in—”
I broke off as the door drifted open slowly. The latch hadn’t always caught, and this was evidently one of those times. Gracie stood next to the bed in a half-slip, bare from the waist up. I’d half expected her to scream at me to leave, but she hadn’t. She’d simply crossed her wrists in front of her chest, blocking my view.
Neither one of us said anything. We stared at one another.
I found myself drifting toward her as if by magnetic force. “Gracie,” I said, my voice jumping about three octaves and crackling.
She didn’t speak, and I could see her pulse beating at the base of her throat, just above her thumbs.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” I told her.
She said nothing but lifted her chin fractionally. Taking it as more consent than fear, I leaned toward her. Without touching her with my hands, my lips met hers. They were as soft as silk, free of lipstick or gloss, and tasted of heaven.
My arms found their way around her shoulders, and one buried into the fragrant mass of black curly hair hanging down her back. I wasn’t sure which was softer, the satin of her hair or the silk of her skin.
“Gracie? Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I asked against the smooth skin where her neck met her shoulder. God, every inch of her was soft and smelled fantastic.
“No. What?”
I placed a hand at the small of her back and eased her forward, gently pressing her hips to mine, letting her feel what I’d done my best to hide most of the night.
“Oh,” she said then realization dawned. “Oh!”
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
She tilted her head back, and I could see so many things in the warmth of her gray eyes. Fortunately, “stop” wasn’t one of them.
Afterward, we lay on my bed, our bodies cooling as I stroked her back from shoulder to hip, reveling in the afterglow. Life was almost perfect. I had a beautiful and very naked woman in my arms. I’d finally lost my virginity and in time for basic training. Graduation was weeks away, and I was about to get away from my parents and their never-ending, self-created problems. I’d been looking forward to going into the army for years. And now, I’d have Gracie waiting for me.
“I really wish you weren’t leaving next month.”
A feeling of dread spread through me.
“It’s too late to stop me, Gracie,” I’d said a little more harshly than intended as I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed.
“I wasn’t trying to.” She sounded as hurt as I’d ever heard her.
I knew immediately that I’d overreacted but didn’t know how to say that.
She wriggled back into her clothes, keeping her back to me the whole time, and then asked me to take her home.
She didn’t speak to me for about six months… until I came home from basic.
Now, as Gracie turned to the next page in the photo album, I found my heart pounding and the same disappointment I’d felt seven years ago flowed like acid through my veins.
That was the first of many major fuckups with Gracie, but it set the tone for all the future ones. I needed to find a way to get back in her good graces because realizing what we could have had made me want it so much more.
Chapter 13 — Grace
“Never plan on a first date lasting more than an hour.”
~ Luddite in Love: A Cautionary Tale of Dating in the Modern Age, Grace Mendoza
Exactly one week and five online dates into my grand dating experiment, my nerves had settled down about the whole thing. In fact, it was starting to get... a little repetitive. Joe would pick
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