There is only one dentist in Athens. For an orthodontist, you must drive twenty minutes, and he’s only available two days a month. This is one of the 4,724 reasons I want to escape this town.
The next week, Adrian calls me. I love that she still reaches out to me for advice or to brag about her encounters with Winston.
“Hi Adrian,” I greet. “I hope you have a juicy sex story to share with your lonely, much-too-busy-to-date friend in Columbia.”
“I did it again,” Adrian confesses.
“Don’t you mean, ‘Oops I did it again’?”
“Nice one,” she responds. “Madison, be serious. In my post two-orgasm haze, I even suggested we start dating like a real couple.” She waits nervously for my reaction.
“Oh, Adrian, I am so proud of you. You should date him. Winston likes you a lot. And I could see while working at the store with you that you are smitten by him.”
“Smitten? What the heck? I am not smitten. I don’t lose control to be smitten. This isn’t the 1960s. People don’t get smitten. I don’t know what to do. Help me please.” She sounds frantic.
“Adrian, dating Winston is a good thing. It’s okay to be nervous and scared. That means your feelings are new and genuine. Tell me what happened the last night, so I can help you.”
“Winston texted me to come help him cover at the theater last night when I closed the store.”
He ties her up in knots, and while Adrian fights her inability to control her reaction to him. She refuses to follow my advice to give the poor guy a chance and start dating.
“I recently realized I love the theater. The popcorn smell, the excited ticket purchasers, the red velvet seats, and curtains feel like home to me.”
I desperately want to mention to her that it feels like home because Winston is there. She’s not ready to hear that—she’s getting closer but isn’t quite there yet.
“I sold tickets while Winston covered the concession stand. I’m glad I don’t hire part-time teenagers. They seem to be very unreliable.”
“Adrian.” I interject. Technically, we’re still teenagers.” We are only eighteen; we have two more teen years left. “I do understand what you mean, though.”
“Winston asked me to keep him company until he closed. I nodded and asked what I could do to help. He simply flashed his sexy smirk, causing my body to hum, and walked me towards the office where we spent most of the next hour.”
When Adrian pauses, I assume she means to signal they had sex in his office. “Tell me you didn’t. Adrian, in his office?”
“No!” Adrian admonishes me. “Please, even I can restrain myself while at his work. Winston entered the ticket sales information into the computer, counted my sales drawer, and placed the cash in the safe. We talked about my day at the store and his visit with Troy. He described three pieces of furniture Troy has ready for me.”
“I’m glad Troy is able to sell his work in your store. He has a great eye. Where I see a beat up old dresser missing a drawer, he sees a piece to repurpose.” Although I pin many of these projects on Pinterest, I could never tackle such a project. “When I get my own place, I plan to buy several of his pieces.”
“Cool. Now, stop distracting me. I’m getting to the important part, so listen up.”
Adrian needs to get the entire story off her chest so I can help her. I attempt to bite my tongue until she spills the detail-laden story.
“Winston informed me we were going for a ride after he locked up. I paused at the passenger door of his truck to let him know I’m not the type of girl he can order around. Before I could speak, Winston leaned close and whispered he’d wanted to do this all night. I had no time to ask what he meant. His lips connected with mine. His kiss was needy, as our lips melded together. He turned my body into a swirling mess of need, then he pulled away too soon. I mean, I was left a panting, leaning on his truck.”
“He unlocked the passenger door and reached behind me to open it. Then, he had the nerve to take advantage of my position, climbing into his truck, and swatted my ass.”
“He didn’t.”
“Not only that, but he closed my door and slowly strode to his side, wearing his sexy smirk. Then, with a shrug, he said he wanted to bite or swat my ass, and I was just lucky that swatting won out. I mean, who does that?”
I don’t answer but want to tell her it sounds like something she would do.
“As he drove, I found I didn’t care where we were going. I liked the last time he took me for a ride in his pickup. We returned to the same old farmhouse we visited before. We exited the truck, Winston lowered his tailgate, and I hopped upon it. Winston’s strong hands parted my thighs, then he moved to stand between them. His eyes locked on mine as he slowly leaned towards me.” Adrian’s words are thick with emotion as she recalls last night.
“As we kissed, he didn’t let me take control. He fought me every step of the way. He positioned me where he wanted. He pulled away if I tried to speed things up. It was frustrating at first, then Winston’s hands grasped my hips to assist in repeating my tiny thrust over his erection and I didn’t care anymore. My flames grew higher and higher as I grew needier and needier. I needed to touch him to undress him, but he wouldn’t allow it. He positioned me on the very edge of the tailgate and went down on me. The warm night air on my exposed skin while Winston’s tongue worked magic on me was an assault on my senses. When I could take no more, I begged him. Seriously, me, Adrian, begged a man to give me an orgasm. I can’t handle what he does to me. Of course, being all macho-like, he simply wiggled a finger inside me, and I exploded on the tailgate of his pick-up truck. You would think he would take mercy on me, but oh no, Winston continued to stroke and suck. My head fell forward, and I think I bit his shoulder in an attempt to ground myself.”
“Finally, he moved faster. He tore his clothes off. I wasted no time grasping his shaft and gently tugging toward me. I pressed my hands against the tailgate, raising my hips as he lined up at my entrance. He thrust in, balls deep. He remained still while my body stretched to accommodate his length and girth. Madison, words don’t even exist to tell you how good it felt. One of these days, you will experience this, and, trust me, you will absolutely love it.”
I remember the feeling. My night with Hamilton opened me up to feelings and pleasures I didn’t understand in Adrian’s previous stories. Now, when she briefs me on her escapades, I am very aware of the sensations and reactions she speaks of.
“This was the hottest sex I’ve ever had. As he found a rhythm, I braced my hands on the tailgate. With each thrust, he pounded my thighs against the truck. The slight pain combined with the marvelous friction within was heavenly. When Winston’s fingertip gently circled then pressed into my clit while he continued pistoning into me, my orgasm surprised me.”
“I love that I bring him to release. I marvel at the way he plays my body with precision. I love the feelings only he can give me. Our first time wasn’t a fluke. I’ll never look at his tailgate again without thinking of last night.”
Adrian shakes her head as she continues. “Then, I experienced diarrhea of the mouth. I blurted I’d be up for seeing where this thing goes.”
“What was Winston’s reaction?”
“I think his words were, ‘Seriously? You mean if I had asked you out on a date you would have considered saying yes?’ To which I asked if he wanted to ask me out before. Winston admitted a couple of times in the last year or so, he entertained the idea of asking me out.”
“When I asked why he didn’t, he said, and I quote, ‘Adrian, you’ve got to know you kinda do what you want and say what you want anytime you want. I figured if I interested you, you’d have let me know.’ I informed him I did tell him I thought he was hot before.”
“He then had the balls to respond, ‘You did, but I’m not sure if you are aware of it or not; you tend to state a lot of guys are hot. I wasn’t sure if you meant anything by it.’ Can you believe this guy?”
I don’t dare answer her. She’s on a roll. She has a story to finish.
“So, I informed him we’re trying it now. No reason to discuss any time we wasted. I asked when he would take me on our first date.”
“Placing his index finger on my chest, he said I needed to plan to take him on a first date. I mean the guy gave me bruises on the backs of my thighs then tells me I will take him on our first date. Madison, how do I react to this?”
I choose my words carefully. I need to coax Adrian in to doing what she wants but fears. “First, Winston is a sex god. You need to claim him before someone else reaps the double orgasms he provides.” My words make her laugh. “Seriously, Adrian, you state you feel very different, and you lose control with him. Your body and your mind want Winston. I know it scares you, but you feel more alive when he’s near, right?”
“Yes.” Her voice sounds small. “I feel weak, and I don’t like that.”
“Do you feel weak, or do you lose control?”
She ponders my question. “I lose control. The things he does, the way he makes me feel, I just…”
“It’s primal,” I explain. “Your body takes over, your mind shuts down, and you just feel. That’s not weak. It’s actually the opposite. You’re letting your body and his body give you pleasure. You’re still in control. You know what feels good, you know what you like, and you know what to do. You are still in control. He’s not taking your control away. He’s opening you up to feel, to love. I love this. Winston is good. He knows you well enough to know you like to be in control. I think he’ll have staying power.” I smile. loving Winston’s effect on my friend.
“Easy. We’ve only agreed to one date to see how it goes. Don’t start talking about staying power. We’re not planning to marry.”
“So, when and where are you taking him on your first date?”
“That’s where I need your help.”
“You don’t need my help. You know what he likes. You know what you like. Just plan something simple.”
“You’re no help.”
“You should cook for him. You could putt with him on the practice green at his golf course. Allow him to teach you proper putting techniques. Guys like to teach girls. Watch the sunset from the dock at the lake or park on top of a hill.” I pause to think. “Oh, I know. After dark, park somewhere quiet. Spread thick blankets and pillows in the bed of his truck. Then, watch a movie on a laptop or iPad. It would be your own private drive-in movie.”
“I like that one,” Adrian admits. “I knew you were the girl to ask for advice. Thank you. I need to let you go now so I can start planning it all.”
“Eager much? You could wait to take him on a date tomorrow night.”
“Duh,” she quips. “I need to give him notice so his parents can cover at the theaters. Now that I know what I want to do, I’m going to call him, so we can plan when to do it.”
“Text me the details. Then text me after the date.”
“Got to go! Bye!”