Chapter Four

Sam had teased her endlessly since the first day she met him. They’d become good friends, but not good enough for her to be discussing her sexual history with him.

“I don’t want to talk about it. I’m just being silly.”

She tried to climb off his lap, but he held her tight.

“Why don’t you give me a chance? How about I tell you the story of my first time?” He raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that what you girls do?”

Most girls might, but she always avoided discussions about sex, no one wanted to hear what she had to say. But, the thought of finding out about his sexual past was tempting. No matter what he told her, she could still refuse to say anything.

“Let me see. When I was fifteen I went to a party with my mates. I was skinny, had never been kissed, and girls absolutely terrified me. Someone started a game of ‘postman’s knock’ but with a twist. You had to go into the cupboard and only come out after you had sex. My turn came. Jenny Schultz dragged me into her parents’ walk-in closet and shut the door behind us. She was eighteen and had a reputation for sleeping around. The perfect first time partner because she should know what to do, even if I didn’t.”

He sighed loudly. “Unfortunately, things didn’t go so well. I didn’t carry condoms. I never expected to need them. However, Jenny had come prepared. We kissed for a bit and she fondled me through my jeans. My cock was so hard I thought it would break. Jenny got to her feet, lifted her skirt, and tugged off her panties. I had never seen a live naked woman before and the hairy thatch between her thighs did nothing to improve my comfort level.

“Lying back down next to me, she unzipped my fly and slid her hand inside, releasing my aching dick. My balls were on fire the minute her fingers clenched around me.

“Jenny ripped the condom packet open and ran her hand the length of my cock, in anticipation of rolling on the protection. As she bent to see what she was doing in the dull light I lost control and, before I had time to warn her, my spunk splattered across her face and into her eyes. She burst out of the cupboard screaming I had blinded her, leaving me exposed to the whole crowd as I desperately tried to shove my still bulging dick back into my pants.”

Meg stared at him. “Oh my, how humiliating.” She chewed on her bottom lip in an effort to hold back a giggle.

Sam grinned at her. “Go ahead and laugh. I’m over it, and even I can see the humor in the whole situation.”

A giggle escaped her before she managed to regain control and tone it down to a huge grin. “I’m guessing you got a handle on what to do though?”

“My bruised ego took a while to recover, as did my reputation for having a hair trigger. When I was nineteen I met a girl who taught me all she knew. I like to think I’m an adequate lover now, but who knows? None of my dates have ever complained, but then I don’t like to ask a girl for a review of my performance.” He smiled at her. “Okay, I’ve told you my most humiliating experience, now it’s your turn.”

What did she have to lose? Her story seemed tame compared to his. She took a deep breath and focused on his left shoulder.

“When I was sixteen I went to a music festival with my friends. All of them went off with boys but I was a bit nervous. I met a guy outside the cool group, like me. He offered me a beer. We drank ourselves silly and decided we should have sex just to prove we could. He took me to his tent and dropped his pants. He was huge and I felt sure there was no way it would fit. He assured me everything would be fine but he seemed more nervous than I was. After fumbling for five minutes with the condom wrapper he finally sheathed himself and, without so much as a warning, he plunged his huge dick deep inside me. My insides felt like they were being ripped out with every thrust and I screamed in agony. He must have assumed I was yelling with lust because it certainly did the trick. He banged harder, grunting with each pump of his hips. Finally, he rolled off me, apparently satisfied. I pulled my clothes back on and made a run for it.”

Recounting the story made her uncomfortable and she tried to slide off his lap but he held her tight.

Sam shifted beneath her, screwing up his face. “Ouch. Please, tell me the next time was more enjoyable.”

Why had she agreed to this? He had said her first encounter, not her whole sexual history. She glanced at him and he stroked his fingers down her cheek.

“Meg, please put me out of my misery and tell me you’ve had a better experience than that. Was the next time more enjoyable?”

He looked genuinely concerned. Despite not wanting to share anything more with him, she didn’t want him feeling sorry for her. But unless she was prepared to lie she had nothing good to tell him. Now she had started she may as well keep going. Heat rushed to her cheeks as Meg slowly shook her head. “None of them were.”

“How many men have you slept with?”

“Four.”

“And how many times have you had sex?”

She was twenty-six years old and there was no way she wanted to admit to her inadequate sexual experience.

“Meg?

“I’d rather not say.”

“Less than ten?”

She nodded her head. “Please tell me it’s more than four.”

A sigh escaped her. She had come this far, she might as well admit the worst of it. “I can’t.”

“So, you slept with four men and only had sex once with each of them?” A frown creased his forehead.

Did he think she was lying? If only that were the case. “Pathetic I know, but every time I figured the experience would be more enjoyable, and when it wasn’t it took me a while to try again.”

“I don’t think you’re frigid. I think you’ve had the misfortune of picking some real dickheads. A man should take the time to ensure his partner is ready for him, and never finish until he’s positive she’s fully satisfied.”

His words sent a trail of goosebumps marching across her skin. She would do anything for such a lover but no doubt they had attractive women queuing around the block, or they were married. If she found one, she sure as hell would never let him go.

Sam ran a finger down her cheek. “Would you like a lover like that?”

The lust in his eyes alerted her to the danger. No way was she sleeping with her flat mate. When they got to bed and the experiment went horribly wrong, he would move out. Who would share her ice cream? Who would she watch chick flicks with? Besides, she was happy to live her sex life vicariously. Listening to him jack off made her hotter than any movie love scene or kisses from the men she had dated. She had fingers for a reason, and once she plucked up the courage, she planned to go to the sex shop and buy a vibrator.

“Sam, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Well, I do.” He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer, pressing his lips against hers.

She pushed her hands against his chest in an effort to escape, but the flick of his tongue against her lips was her undoing. All thoughts of the terrible consequences that would arise if she slept with him ebbed away. She opened her mouth and welcomed his kiss. His tongue swirled around hers, drawing it back into his mouth, sending a jolt of desire to her center. Her insides quivered with years of unrequited lust. No one she dated had ever kissed her like this. His mouth took possession of her. Every nerve ending tingled.

Despite the desire rippling through her, she hadn’t completely lost her senses. She was more than aware her thighs were now perched on a very thick, and no doubt proud, erection.

When he slid his hand from her waist to her backside, she realized she’d said they weren’t doing this. Finally breaking free, she struggled to get her breath back. “Sam, I said no. This is a terrible idea.”

“Tell me you don’t want me.” He stared into her eyes, his pupils dilated, his face full of desire.

She stared at him and swallowed. She did want him, more than any man she ever met, but their friendship was more important than a quick fuck. “I don’t want you.”

He grinned. “I don’t believe you. You had lust in your eyes when you watched me jack off. Tell me the truth.”

“Okay, I do want you.”

When he grabbed her face and tried to kiss her again, she shoved him back. “No. We can’t do this. I know the sex will go horribly wrong and then one of us will have to move out. I don’t want another flat mate or to have to find a new home.”

Sam buried his fingers in her hair, his voice soft and husky. “Me either. I’m not going into this with any expectations. If I can’t show you how enjoyable sex can be, I will never mention it again, and things carry on as before.”

She plucked at the fabric of her track pants, unable to meet his gaze. “What if I can’t carry on as before? How will I be able to face you every day once you prove I’m frigid?”

“I don’t intend to prove anything of the sort. You want me and I promise not to finish without you.”

His comment made her giggle nervously. “I thought you had a hair trigger and from what I’ve seen you go off like a rocket.”

He rubbed the back of his hand under his chin and flashed a confident smile. “Guilty as charged. When you walked in, I couldn’t hold back. Seeing the lust on your face pushed me over the edge. It won’t happen again.”

She couldn’t resist teasing him. “Why not? I would still be in the room and I’m sure my face would be filled with lust.”

“Trust me, when I want to I can maintain control. We’ll treat the night as two friends doing each other a favor. No commitment, no pain, just mind blowing sex.”

“Fuck buddies?” Was that what he was suggesting? It was a tempting offer. She desperately wanted a positive sexual experience, and she wasn’t going to have one sleeping alone.

“If that’s what you want. I’m happy to take you to bed, no strings attached, for as long as you like.” He grinned suggestively at her. “Do you want to ride my trusty steed?”

Meg sighed. This was the worst thing she had ever agreed to. Worse than agreeing to get in the back of Greg Monet’s Combi van to see his movie collection. She still shuddered at the memory. No woman should suffer having a cock shoved up her arse, and certainly the poor girl didn’t deserve to have it immortalized forever on DVD. Despite her prior history, which made her positive they were heading for destruction, her now awakened libido demanded satisfaction.

“Saddle up, big boy.”