Sable was right.
It's like a switch got flipped the night Colton and I had sex. I mean, I don't know how I've gone twenty-three years without sex. I thought I had a good idea of what it entailed – it's not like I'm a prude. I had sex toys and my fingers and, really, they worked just fine.
Now, I'm learning "just fine" is nothing compared to Colton King's cock.
Virgin girl goes cock-crazy once she gets a taste. Virgin girl gets debauched and becomes a very bad girl. It's an eye-roll-inducing cliché. Except here I am, practically begging for Colton's dick constantly. I'm a walking ball of need and want and desire, perpetually aroused, wanting Colton to bend me over and take me anywhere, anytime. It's like I'm making up for lost time, trying to cram years of pent-up frustration into one summer of sex.
I've become one of those girls who get a little bit of cock and lose their damn minds.
Except with Colton… it's not a little bit of cock. It's a hell of a lot.
He seems to have a sixth sense, seems to know exactly how to touch me – the right place, the right intensity, the right position – to send me hurtling over the edge so quickly.
And Colton has been only too happy to oblige my crazy sex drive.
In fact, he obliges over and over again.
In my room in the apartment – on the bed, on the desk, on the floor, against the wall. On the sofa, the kitchen counter, on the floor just inside the doorway of my place. In the tutoring room. In the truck at the lake. In his room while I pretend to be helping him study, but I think his roommates know exactly what's going on.
I'm on a sex-induced high, and I don't want to come down from it. The problem is, I have the nagging feeling that it's just a matter of time until it all comes crashing to the ground.
29
Colton
"You have a thing for her." Drew says it into the phone to me, and then repeats it in a whisper that I can totally hear.
"Are you kidding me, Drew? Is Beth right there in the room with you?" I ask. I should have known. Drew and his girlfriend have been joined at the hip since they started dating in eighth grade. They even picked the same college to attend to keep from being separated.
"I'm totally leaving," Beth says. I can hear her loud and clear on the phone now. I hear her stomp on the ground.
"Am I on speaker? Have I been on speaker this whole time?" I ask. "Beth, I came up with that fake-walk-away bullshit when we were twelve, so don't even try it."
"He just put you on speaker, Colt," Beth says.
"Both of you are dead to me."
"Don't be mad, Colt," Beth says. "I made Drew tell me."
"What all did he tell you?"
"That you devirginized a virgin," Beth answers. "And that you like her."
"Goddamn it, Drew, you have such a big fucking mouth," I say. "The virgin thing was between you and me. And I don't like her."
"It's so sweet, Colt," she says.
I groan. "That's awesome, Beth," I say. "I'm glad you think my sex life is sweet. Take me off speaker, Drew."
"I love you too, Colt," Beth calls.
"Tell me why I still talk to either of you," I say.
"You're stuck with me," Drew says. "And Beth –"
"She's practically your conjoined twin."
"You should have asked me, Colt," Beth says. "I could have given you the girl's perspective on the whole devirginizing thing, since Drew took mine."
"I'm not talking to you about how my brother deflowered you," I say. "And I don't have a thing for Cassie. We're friends. And she's tutoring me. And if either of you say anything to mom, you're dead. I mean it."
"Mom already mentioned it to me," Drew says.
"How does mom know I fucked Cassie?"
"She just said you were hooking up with a girl she met," Drew tells me. "She didn't say anything about fucking, thank God. I don't want to talk to mom about you fucking your girlfriend."
"She's not his girlfriend, Drew," Beth prods.
"She's not my girlfriend."
"But you want her to be your girlfriend," Beth says.
"I thought you were leaving the room, Beth."
"Don't get on him about it, Beth," Drew warns. "He's sensitive. He has feelings now."
"Fuck both of you guys."
"Wait, wait!" Beth exclaims. "For real, how long have I known you? Since we were in first grade?"
"Yeah, unfortunately."
"So, I can't remember you ever being so preoccupied with a girl."
"I'm not preoccupied."
"He's preoccupied with her vagina," Drew clarifies, and I hear Beth slap him.
"I'm getting off the phone now," I say loudly.
"Colt!" Beth yells. "Wait, for real."
I exhale heavily. "What?"
"I knew you had it in you," she says.
Drew laughs. "He's trying to put it in the girl," he says.