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I can't help but enjoy the kissing and the touching, and I could feel myself flush with excitement and embarrassment. Why was I letting myself do this? What about your fiance? What are you doing Lynn? Those lines ran a circle in my head until I finally break the kiss.

"No, please," I whisper softly, my voice scared and afraid. "I'm sorry, it's not that I don't like you, 'cause I do, but I just got out of a nasty relationship. . ." the lies- okay, I DID like him, he was a nice hunk of man meat- just tumbled out, and I curl up in a ball underneath of him, my eyes wide and afraid.
 
"Well, ok," he says breaking the kiss only momentarily before smiling a charming smile and kissing you slowly, gently again.
 
Rats, that smile. . . Just like your words, it kept me under a trance, and I kiss him tentatively back, just as slowly and gently as him.
 
He rolls to his back, pulling you atop him so that you straddle him, his hand on your lower back encouraging you to kiss him more as your skirt rides up slightly, allowing you to feel a hard bulge grind against you. He nibbles your ear and whispers, "Are you wet, baby?" Making you focus on whether you actually are.
 
Lo and behold, I was. The words, the touches, the kisses, and that damn smile. I nod an affirmative as I continue to kiss him, too nervous to do anything else.

I will not have sex with him, I told myself sternly. Reece would kill you, and so would Riley.
 
When you nod, Darren grins, getting the signal he wanted. He quickly turns you to your back beneath him and before you know it, his hands have slid up your skirt and you are sliding your legs out of your panties, which he lays beside you on the bed. "I don't use condoms," he says, beginning to unbutton his shirt. "That okay?"
 
I'm now shaking, trembling, wanting this, but not wanting this.

"Darren, could we, um. . . please not?" I ask softly, demurely. I look up at him with puppy eyes. "I'm still. . .over the whole. . . um, thing with my ex. . . it was bad, baby. . . ." I siddle over to him and kiss him. "I'll call you, and I'm afraid I must dash. This was fun, and I'll be willing to do next Wednesday." I kiss his neck as I slid my panties back on, thankful that it was as simple as that. "See you?" I ask softly. "I wouldn't go if it weren't for the fact that I have plans in the morning."

Again. Lies. Except I planned on making this one a reality.

Coffee with Stacy.
 
He nods as if in agreement and continues kissing you a bit more, not ready to let you go. "Come on baby," he says still kissing your neck. "Let's play some more." He says, reaching down to unbutton his pants. "For me?" He asks.
 
I'm right now cursing Riley for teaching me about my zones of pleasure, he was kissing right along where you normally do and it was making me have second thoughts.

"Rain check?" I ask playfully. "My birth control just ran out, and I need to do the refills, and I don't want to. . . get caught up in the moment."

I do sneak my hand in and give his member a squeeze. Damn. It was MASSIVE.

"I'll see you around," I say softly, my voice a purr.
 
He holds you to him for another deep kiss pressing his cock against your hand. "Please stay. I promise I'll pull out," he says, "and you'll enjoy all of it." He makes one last effort to laynyou beside him, clearly determined to fuck you still.
 
"Darren, please," I ask, my voice now plaintive, afraid. I look up at him with a quivering lip. "It's not you, it's me, okay baby? I promise, very soon."

Da fuq, Lynn? I needed that coffee with Stacy STAT.

"I'm just very scared and nervous, and I don't want to hurt you," I say.

Alright, the guy looks like he bench presses 230 for breakfast. But it's been known to happen.

"I'm sorry, baby," I purr, sitting up and looking at him. "Soon, I just need to get over this hurdle, and I don't want to rush things."
 
He keeps kissing your neck. "Come on," he whispers gently. "I want to fuck you baby. You said you're wet." He kisses your lips. "We're right here. I'll make it amazing for you." He kisses you again, pulling your hand to his cock once more. "I promise you'll have fun."
 
"It's a natural, hormonal response," I whisper softly. I blush slightly. "Psych major," I apologize. "I know, I do too, I just don't want to rush into something that already has a negative feeling for me right now. I'm very scared, Darren, and very nervous. I really need the rain check. Please. . . understand?"
 
He finally gives up, collapsing on the bed with a sigh and clear disappointment, frustration, and maybe some anger. "Get your things," he says, the only indication that he will take you home.
 
"Thank you," I whisper. I gather my things and indicate I'm ready to go by waiting by the door. I'm biting my lip nervously. I check my phone and see that you've texted and I smile softly. I say I'll be home soon and that I love you.

When he arrives at the door, looking surly, I bow my head. "I'm sorry, baby," I whisper. "But you understand. . . right?"
 
"Yeah. I understand you're like every slut I know," he says. "Call a cab and get out," he hands you $20. "Fuck your rain check. I hope your boyfriend knows you'll be thinking of me next time he fucks you," he says, indicating he never bought your story about the ring. "Slut." He holds the door for you and you notice it is pouring rain.
 
Sighing, I reluctantly go out into the rain, my head held high.

I walk inside our house, check on the baby, change out of my clothes, and notice you're upstairs. I text Stacy, asking about coffee, to which she agrees to.

I then lock myself in the clubroom and cry myself to sleep.
 
I hear your voice and my heart reminds me of what happened only a few hours earlier.

"I'm fine. . . I'll be up in a bit," I say softly, through the door. I don't want to face you after what just happened.
 
"Yeah, I'm fine," I assure you. "Go back upstairs, I'll be there shortly."

After I hear you pad up, I take another shower, still feeling Darren all over me.

Once that's done, I head up to bed, wearing sweats and a sweatshirt, and curl next to you, craving your warmth and comfort and love and approval.
 
I hear my phone alarm go off and I get ready for coffee with Stacy, opting for jeans and a sweater, and throwing my hair up in a very messy bun, not caring.

I kiss your cheek good bye and tell you that I love you.

I head to the coffee shop and see Stacy. Ordering a cappuccino, I sit down and we do the small talk before I explain to her about Darren.

Meeting him in the music store.

The text messages.

The flirting.

And last night.

By the time I'm finished, I'm sobbing into my drink. "I just don't know what to do, Stacy," I whisper when I regained my composure. "I really don't know. . . "
 
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