I froze as I heard Xavier’s door open and footsteps coming towards me. I counted to ten before opening my eyes, and I saw him standing by the wall watching me. I felt a bit creeped out but didn’t say anything. Finally, he walked towards me, grabbed my hands, and pulled me up off of the couch.
“Come. You must sleep in the bed. You’re my guest. I cannot have you sleeping on the couch. I will be a perfect gentleman and will not lay a finger on you.”
“Oh, no,” I stammered, blushing as my blood boiled in excitement. “There’s no need. I’ll be fine on the couch. It’s very comfortable.”
“I insist. You must sleep in the bed.” He pulled me into the bedroom with him and then picked something off the bed and handed it to me. “Put this on. It will be more comfortable to sleep in.”
“I, uh ... Thanks.” I nodded sheepishly. It was true. My skirt was feeling pretty uncomfortable. “I’ll just go change in the bathroom.”
I quickly walked into the bathroom and unfolded the t-shirt he had given me. It was big and long enough to cover my ass, but just barely. I pulled my skirt, top, and bra off and quickly pulled on the t-shirt. But then I stood there in the bathroom, unsure of what to do next. When I walked, the t-shirt rode up and showed my ass, and I realized that my ni**les were poking through the thin white top. I thought about calling out and asking him to borrow some boxer shorts, but then I giggled to myself at my thoughts. My first night as a seductress and I was asking for boxer shorts and worried that I was revealing too much.
“Be confident, Lola. Own your sexuality.” I repeated the mantra of some self-help lady who’d had a free podcast on iTunes.
I shivered as I pictured Xavier staring at me with lust as I walked back into the room. He’d be so overcome with his attraction that he would fling me onto the bed and have his wicked way with me. I smiled at the thought of him wanting me so badly that he would beg me to kiss him and touch him.
I walked back into the room, practicing the sexy and sultry walk I had seen on a YouTube video, but my hopes and dreams had been for nothing. The lights were already off and Xavier was already in bed, and from the looks of it, he was fast asleep and snoring.
I gingerly climbed into the bed, lifting the covers carefully before sliding in next to him. I snuggled into the soft pillow and stretched out my limbs as I relaxed into the luxurious sheets. I took a deep breath and delighted in the masculine smell and warmth that surrounded me. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, feeling comfortable as I snuggled up to Xavier’s back. I figured I might as well enjoy as much of him as I could.
I was having the most wonderful dream. Xavier was kissing me all over and feeding me grapes and strawberries from his mouth. I purred against him, and then he poured champagne in the valley between my br**sts before licking it up eagerly.
“You’re so beautiful, Lola. I am so lucky that you have given your body to me.”
“Thank you, Xavier.” I smiled up at him and closed my eyes as my toes curled in pleasure as he sucked on my nipples.
“You have br**sts that rival the Venus de Milo. So supple and firm.” His fingers traced the curve of my br**sts as he gazed at them admiringly. “Your body is a work of art.”
“Just make love to me, Xavier,” I groaned as I felt his hardness press in between my legs.
“Beg me, my love.”
“Make love to me, Xavier,” I moaned and pulled him down to me, crying out as he entered me slowly. “Yes, yes. That’s it.”
“Do you like how that feels, Lolita?” he whispered into my ear.
“Yes, yes,” I moaned and trembled as I felt his fingers playing with me.
I froze in my sleep as I realized that my dream was starting to feel real and confusing. If he was making love to me, how was he playing with me through my panties? My eyes fluttered open and I froze as I felt Xavier’s breath behind me.
“You wanted to tease me, didn’t you, Lolita?” He nibbled on the back of my neck as his fingers rubbed me gently over my panties.
I felt the warmth of his chest against me, and as I stretched, I felt something else protruding into my backside. I froze again as I realized that he was na**d. Xavier was na**d and I had an opportunity to make my dream a reality. I swallowed hard and tried to ignore the feelings of guilt that spread through my body as I enjoyed the feel of him against me.
All of my earlier courage was gone. I was no longer Lola Franklin, seductress and down for everything. I was once again back to Lola Franklin, interested in sex but too scared to do a damn thing about it.
Oh my God. Oh my God. What am I doing? Does he have a condom? Will I get pregnant? Does he have an STD? All sorts of thoughts were running through my mind as my inner angel and devil argued over whether I should let myself capitulate to the feelings running through my body.
However, Xavier wasn’t having any such doubts. I felt his fingers slip inside my panties and he rubbed my cl*tgently for a few seconds before I panicked and turned around to face him. He groaned as he was forced to withdraw his fingers from my panties.
“I want to make love to you, Lolita.” His fingers reached around my waist and pulled me towards him so that my body was crushed against his. “You can feel just how badly I want you, you tease.”
His lips crushed down on me, and I felt his hardness against my leg, but I was unsure of why he had used that word again. Why was he calling me a tease? I hadn’t done anything to him.
“You have been playing with me and teasing me all night,” he growled against my lips as he bit on my lower lip.
“Say what?” I blinked at him in surprise. “I’ve done what?”
“You do not know?” He pulled away from me with a dark look in his eyes. “You were dreaming?”
“I’m not sure,” I whispered. “What did I do?”
“Your fingers have been playing with me for the last twenty-five minutes. You have been driving me crazy. Moaning out my name and asking me to make love to you as you have caressed my—”
“Oh. Oh.” I cut him off and my face blushed a deep red. Oh, shit. Maybe I had gotten a bit carried away in my dreams. “I was dreaming, I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t realize.” He pulled back away from me. “It is I who should be sorry.”
“No, no.” I shook my head and moved closer to him. “Don’t be sorry.”
“I should not have—”
“Shh.” I looked into his eyes and leaned forward to kiss him. His hair looked tousled and sexy, and I ran my hands through it as I kissed him.
There was no way I was going to let this moment pass. I had never felt like this before. So sensual and turned on. And I’d never had a man do the things he had done to me and light my whole body on fire like he had in my dreams. I had to see if the feeling would be the same in real life.
“Make love to me, Xavier,” I mumbled against his lips, and his eyes widened as he realized what I had said.
He wasted no time. I felt his hands pull my top up and throw it on the floor. Before I knew it, I was on my back and he was on top of me. His warm chest crushed into my br**sts as he kissed my face and my neck, and then he moved to the valley between my breasts. I trembled as his lips moved over to my br**sts and he suckled on my nipples.
“Oh,” I cried out and scratched his back. I spread my legs and felt him hard against my panties, slithering in between my legs, seeking an entry. His fingers reached down and I felt him slipping my panties down my legs as he kissed down to my stomach and then to my throbbing womanhood. “Oooh,” I cried out as his mouth made contact and found my wetness. I squirmed against his face as his tongue worked his way inside of me and discovered all of my secrets.
“Is it okay?” He looked up at me as I trembled beneath him. I was so close to an orgasm that I thought I was going to scream out.
“Yes, yes!” I cried out in abandon, wanting to feel him inside me so bad that I was almost crying.
Xavier was swift, and I felt myself come as soon as he slipped his hard member inside me. He didn’t stop as he felt my insides tightening on him; instead, it seemed to turn him on. He grunted as he slid into me deep and hard, and our eyes connected as our bodies became one in that moment.
“You feel so tight,” he groaned as his mouth crushed down on mine. “Oh, Lolita, I’m not going to last long, I’m afraid. It’s too good. You were teasing me for too long.”
“It’s okay,” I moaned as he increased his pace. “Oooh, my God. I think I’m going to come again.”
“Come again for me.” His fingers squeezed my breasts, and I screamed as I felt myself experience the most intense orgasm of my life. “Yes, Lolita. Enjoy it.” He continued pounding into me and then he slowed. I felt his body shudder as he cl**axed and then collapsed on top of me as he kissed my face and grunted.
He then rolled over onto his side and smiled as he ran his fingers over my lips. He stared at my face and I smiled at him shyly. I felt warm and cozy and full. I snuggled up next to him, wanting to feel and smell him next to me. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. Any guy who could make me feel like this couldn’t be all that bad. I smiled at him with open and happy eyes, about to tell him that I thought I was wrong about him. I reached over and tenderly ran my fingers through his hair.
“That was worth every penny.” His eyes clouded over as he grinned at me, and I froze as I stared at him, not sure I had understood him properly.
“What?” I frowned.
“I don’t normally do this sort of thing, but I have to admit you were worth it. Do you take checks or is cash fine?”
My face flushed with anger and humiliation as I jumped up, horrified at his words. All thoughts of happiness and comfort disappeared right away. And then my stomach dropped when I realized that I didn’t know if he had worn a condom. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. I wanted to scream and shout at myself. The one time I don’t listen to myself, I f**k up.
“Did you wear a condom?” I whispered as I pulled on the t-shirt on the floor.
“Of course not. You told me it was okay!” His eyes narrowed as he stared at me. “Or are you a gold-digging whore who is trying to trap me with a baby?”
“I’m not a whore and I never said I was ...” I paused as I thought back to the moment he’d finally entered me.
He had said something and I had said yes, but I’d thought he was asking permission to make love to me. Now I realized he must have been asking me if I was on birth control. My body went cold as I realized that I had completely f**ked up my first one-night stand.
“I can’t get seconds?” He jumped up and glared at me. “And what happened to your warm, loving ‘I just enjoyed every moment of you f**king me’ smile?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I ran into the bathroom to grab my clothes.
“Where are you going? You couldn’t get enough of me just a few minutes ago.”
“It’s morning.” I glared at him as I tried to brush back my disheveled hair. “I’m leaving now.”
“But I don’t even have cash.” He raised an arrogant eyebrow, and I wanted to slap him.
“Do you really think I’m a prostitute?” I stood there with arms folded and stared at him with a false casualness. “Not that I care, but do you really think that?”
“You were with your friend and my security guard last night in this room. You came back tonight with me. What am I supposed to think?”
“Whatever.” I shook my head and walked towards the door. “Think what you want. I don’t care. I’ll never see you again and I couldn’t be happier.” I ran out the door and kept going, even though he called out my name with an apologetic tone.
I felt like a damn fool. I always had bad luck picking guys, and it seemed like my cycle hadn’t ended just because I was now in Europe. I ran through the hotel lobby as quickly as possible. This time, I didn’t saunter through and eagerly stare at the opulent decorations and post-Modernist art. All I wanted to do was go home and cry and then eat some ice cream.
I stood in the high street and panicked for a moment, wondering how I had just let that happen. I took one last look at the hotel and shivered as I imagined Xavier looking down at me from one of the windows.
Never again, I told myself as I walked to the bus stop, shivering in the cold, even though it was late summer. I was never going to get drunk and attempt to have a one-night stand again. My self-esteem and self-respect were worth more than that. Even if it was with a man as sexy as Xavier. Especially if it’s with a man like Xavier, I thought to myself as I jumped onto the bus.
There was something about Lola that was different from other girls. I’m not sure why I was surprised. I’d noticed a special quality in her from the moment I’d seen her enter the room at the museum. She had an air about her that made me want to get to know her better. There were several times in the day that I just found myself staring at her, wondering what her story was. Who she was? I wanted to get to know her better. I wanted to know why she was at the museum. Did she love art as much as I did? I wanted to touch her and hold her. I enjoyed watching her. And I hated that I enjoyed it.
When we got back to the hotel, I was excited. More excited than I should have been. More excited than I normally was when it came to a weekend of debauchery. Then she gave me the look. The look that told me she was excited as well. The look that told me she trusted me. That she’d had a good day. The look that told me she thought that this could go somewhere. I felt my whole body go cold as I realized that the day had been too perfect.