Chapter 6: She Said Yes

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Sergio's villa had two floors. The first held the living room, a study, and a gym. Upstairs, there were four bedrooms, each with its own bathroom. I picked a room at random, stripped down, and took a quick shower. Worried Leslie might be picky, I lathered up twice, letting a fresh, clean scent linger on my skin. I didn't bother getting dressed. We were about to get down to it anyway, so why bother? I wrapped a bath towel around myself and headed to Leslie's room. She hadn't finished showering yet. Through the frosted glass, her lithe silhouette moved under the spray, arms and hands gliding over her skin while the water pounded. That blurred figure with the rush of water made me want to charge right in. I swallowed hard and told myself to chill. I didn't wait long. Leslie came out, not in last night's sheer gown but in a loose pajama set. Leslie said, "We can try for a baby, but you can't kiss me, and you can't take off my top." "Huh?" My brows furrowed. It felt like doing it with a blow‑up doll-no kissing, no touching above the waist. What was I supposed to do, just go through the motions? "It's take it or leave it," Leslie said. I'd imagined a roaring romance. The fantasy got doused in cold water. I gave a wry smile and said, "Fine. Money first." "Gross," Leslie shot back, full of disdain. I bristled. "What do you expect? You won't even let me touch you more… Fine, you take off your pants." "You first," Leslie huffed. All right. Have it your way. Didn't matter who went first. I rolled my eyes and let the towel drop. I stood bare in front of Leslie. I'd grown up in the countryside, lived frugally, worked part-time at school, helped my parents with the harvests, and loved to work out. My body stayed lean and strong, with defined abs and a V‑cut. Leslie stole a glance at me, her cheeks flushing, clearly intrigued. It was just a glance. She quickly turned her head and said, "Why aren't you wearing a shirt either?" "Come on, don't play shy. Is the top really more alluring than the bottom?" I teased. Her shyness lit a fuse in me; that urge to take control flared up, and my body reacted on its own. Leslie suddenly grew flustered. "Don't pace around. Get under the covers first. I'll pull the curtains." Since she'd agreed, I kept my mouth shut. Whether or not I could touch her up top, Leslie was stunning. Once things got heated, I figured if I reached for more, she probably wouldn't stop me. With that in mind, I slipped under the covers. Leslie drew the curtains and came back in. She wouldn't let me kiss her or touch above the waist. Go straight in? I barely had any experience. After a few stiff seconds, I asked awkwardly, "So how do we start…?" "Is this really your first time?" Leslie asked. "Then… give me a hand," she said, inching closer. I drew a deep breath and eased my hand toward her. She had nothing on underneath. She tensed and shivered, nervous, since I was still basically a stranger. When my fingers found her most sensitive spot, she trembled again, and her hand reached down toward me. "So big…" Leslie blurted, startled. That went straight to my head. Just like women love being called beautiful, men love being called strong. Her hand was soft, and my head swam. "Ms. Leslie… no, Leslie, let me take off your pants, alright?" "…Okay." She nodded, a flicker of anticipation in her eyes. I was a virgin and, well, I was packing. No wonder she wanted to enjoy it too. She was already more than ready; I could feel it. I half rose and slipped her pants off. For a moment, I just stared, taking her in. "Damn…" I breathed. Leslie squeaked, "Hey!" She clapped her hands over herself, face burning. "No staring." "I let you look at me. Don't be so shy," I said, my eyes fixed on her shielding hands, aching to part them and admire her inch by inch. "It's not the same," Leslie whispered. I stopped thinking. Heat rushed to my head. I leaned in and kissed her, ignoring the rules she'd set. "Hey!" Leslie yelped, but she didn't turn away. Yesterday's stolen kiss had been a jolt of lightning. Kissing her openly tasted even sweeter, and I couldn't help but kiss her harder. She gave a little hum and didn't push me off. In my arms, she seemed to melt. I kissed her and worked at her buttons. Soon she was as naked as I was. Through all of it, Leslie didn't stop me. John always said women can seem prim, but when they get lonely, they can go even wilder than guys. The thought flashed through my mind. I gathered Leslie up and lowered her to the mattress, breathing hard. "Leslie, here I come…"

Chapter 6: She Said Yes

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