What if your first time left you unsatisfied and your sex life never improved?
Lauren Monroe is no virgin. Four years of crappy sex with a cheating husband took care of that. With her divorce nearly finalized, she can’t help wondering what her first time might have been like with someone else. Online hook-up site Losing It offers the perfect solution.
Hank Abramo vowed to remain a bachelor. The arrival of a daughter he’d never known put a serious crimp in his social life. After a year without a date, he turns to Losing It to find a safe, easy tryst.
When Lauren suspects that Hank is being unfaithful, she sneaks away. But they can’t stop thinking about each other, and when fate throws them together again, it adds a twist that neither one of them anticipated.
He didn’t know anything else about her. She looked about twenty years old, slim, but with enough curves to make a man notice. Her sapphire eyes twinkled, and deep red highlights shone from hair that looked soft and touchable. How did a girl who looked like her end up a virgin?
The silence between them dragged on. Now that he was here, he had no idea what to say. He eyed the wine. “Would you like to have a drink?” Maybe a bit of alcohol would loosen them both up.
“A drink? Oh, right. Of course. I should have offered.” She stumbled over her words as she moved across the room to the cart.
Hank set his bag down and followed her, watching the sway of her hips in the tight black dress. His cock stirred. When she held the bottle over one of the glasses, he noticed her hand shaking. Stepping forward, he placed a hand over hers. She jumped, splashing some of the wine on the cart.
“Allow me.” He gently pried the bottle from her hand and filled the glasses. He handed one to her and gestured toward the set of armchairs by the window. “Shall we sit down?”
They sat. Each of them took a sip of their wine. They looked at everything except each other. They took another sip.
“So,” Hank said.
“So,” Lauren replied. She still wouldn’t look at him.
“Maybe I should go,” he said.
“I’m not really a virgin,” she blurted out at the same time.
“What did you say?”
“I said that I’m not a virgin.” She took a deep breath and then rushed on. “I was married for four years and I lost my virginity to him, but my divorce is almost finalized, and I just wondered…” She trailed off and waited a moment before she met his eyes. “I’m sorry to have misled you.”
Hank studied her. “How old were you when you got married?”
“I was eighteen. He was my high school sweetheart and we eloped right after graduation.” She shook her head and drained her wine glass. “Biggest mistake I ever made.” She reached for the bottle of wine. “Top-up?”
“Please.” He held his glass out and she filled it, then hers. “If you’re not a virgin, why go to Losing It? Surely there are other sites out there that you can use for hooking up.” He ignored the inner voice reminding him he’d also used the site when there were other options.
Lauren stared into her wine glass, swirling the pale liquid around. Twice she opened her mouth as though she was going to say something, but then closed it again. “My first time sucked. It was in the backseat of this tiny little car, it hurt like hell and was over in about thirty seconds.”
Hank chuckled. “That sounds pretty bad.”
She smiled and her blue eyes sparkled. “Yup.” She sipped her wine again and her face became serious. “I wish I could say it got better, but it never really did. He’d lick my nipples and attempt to rub my clit a couple times and call that foreplay.”
“No shit. Just once it would be nice for someone else to make me come. To be so dripping wet that I don’t have to use lube.” Her cheeks flushed as she met Hank’s eyes. “To have someone listen when I tell him what I need.”
Setting his glass down, Hank shifted his chair closer to her. He noted the way her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, and the way her blush had spread across her chest. Her eyes widened as he placed his hand on her knee and leaned in close. Flicking a glance down to her full lips, his cock stiffened. “What do you need, Lauren?”