“Come here.” He patted the bed by him. She lay with her head on his chest.
“You’re an amazing woman, Laura Cox, and don’t let anyone tell you different.”
Dean held her for the rest of the night. He liked the feel of her close to him, within touching distance or resting in his arms. For sometime after she’d fallen asleep, he lay looking at the ceiling. Sleep eluding him.
“What have I done, Carla?” he whispered.
Never, in all of his forty years, had he desired a woman younger than him. Carla and the other women he’d taken to bed had been older or the same age. Laura was the first young woman he’d taken to bed. He glanced down at the top of her head. She looked perfect nestled on his chest with her beautiful body next to him. After all this time was he finally moving on?
“What should I do, Carla?”
No answers came to him. Instead, Laura rolled over and away from him. The pain striking his heart shocked him. He didn’t like her moving away. Dean moved closer and spooned against her back. Whenever Laura was in his bed, she’d stay in his arms.
Was that his answer?
Chapter Twelve
Dear Diary,
I lost my virginity last night to Dean Riley. It was the most amazing experience of my life. He is so sweet and tender and caring. He doesn’t think of himself all the time. I loved when he touched my body, working down with his tongue, over my breasts and pussy.
I feel like a new woman. Not just pretending to be a woman. I sat at the breakfast table with my parents and they didn’t notice a change. I’m still the same old Laura. Nothing new.
Am I supposed to feel bad for wanting to do it again? My work is at the library, only now, while I’m placing books on the shelf, I think about Dean and sex. I want to experience everything, to be with him everyday.
Holy shit, I think I’m addicted.
Laura closed her diary and smiled. Dean had asked her to come to his house after she’d finished at work.
She waited for the head librarian, like she did the other times, to close the shop. On a Friday the library only stayed open for half a day. Peter, as always, stood outside waiting for her.
“Hi,” he said.
Laura smiled at him and together they walked the short distance until she had to cut off and go to Dean’s.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get to the library today,” Peter said, starting up a conversation.
“Don’t worry about it. It was just another busy day with filling shelves. You know, it amazes me. I don’t see many people taking books out, but there sure are a lot to put back.”
“At least you’ve got stuff to do,” said Peter.
“How do you keep an apartment when you don’t work?” she asked. Since she’d started going to college Laura had thought about moving out of her parents' house. The opportunity hadn’t rose and the prices were too high. She paid rent to her parents every week, but nothing as costly as renting a place.
“I know all the right people. You thinking of moving out of your folk's?”
“Yes. What is it we’re supposed to say? Oh, right, they’re cramping my style,” she joked.
“Librarian shelf-fillers have a life?” he teased.
Laura punched him on the arm. “Don’t get cocky or I won’t not teach you history.”
“She steals my heart,” Peter said.
She laughed at the face he pulled.
“What time are you in tomorrow?” he asked her.
Laura scrunched her nose and thought about the date. The day was Friday.