Wanting Winter(23)

Candice picks at the grass. “It’s weird that only last week you never had sex at all and now you are sex mad. I just hope he isn’t with you just because you are sex on tap.” She looks at me with a soft expression. “I don’t mean to be mean, I just know what men are like and he’s saying he’s too sensitive for sex? He can’t be that sensitive. A day, sure, but not days. To me, that doesn’t sound right. I think there’s another reason.”

I ponder it over and it does make sense. I was sore when I had sex with him, but I still wanted it—we still did it again. What if Trent is not having sex with me for another reason? “He went down on me before though,” I tell her.

“Really? He didn’t have sex with you but still pleased you?” she asks, looking up at the sky. “I might be wrong, let’s just talk about our night out tomorrow.”

“Yeah sounds good.” I smile at her, but my thoughts are on Trent.





Nine





Winter





Candice wants to get ready at mine, so when she arrives and is through the door, Trent gives me a kiss on the head saying he is going to get ready at his. Candice and I take turns having a shower, and I am doing my makeup when Candice leans against my bedroom doorframe posing in her outfit.

She’s gone for a very tight, red boob-tube dress that is backless, minus the string material that is holding it up. She looks really hot and I start to feel a little underdressed in my short black dress. “You look amazing,” I tell her.

“You look good too; I like what you did with your hair. It’s like the ‘just had sex look’.” She winks at me.

“It is kind of what I am going for as Trent is still holding back on the sex thing,” I sigh, slumping in my seat.

“He still won’t have sex with you?” She walks in, sitting on my bed.

I turn facing her. “I have tried everything: I can feel how turned on he is, but he won’t budge. He has used the bullet on me and went down on me, but he won’t go inside me and I’m starting to get frustrated, even though he is still giving me orgasms. It’s not the same. I bet he has a magic penis and that’s why I’m having withdrawal problems from it.” I try and joke.

“You don’t think he isn’t sleeping with you because you’re not that good, do you? You have only been with one guy and he may be trying to train you up or something.” She says in a sad voice.

I look at the ground and I feel myself deflate. I don’t think I am in the mood to go out now. What if I am shit in bed and he is too nice to say anything? Or what if I scared him off like I did with my ex David?

Maybe I asked for too much.

“Oh, my God. It’s David all over again. I wouldn’t be surprised if he is getting it elsewhere.” I have to look up at the ceiling to stop the tears from falling.

“I might be wrong; please don’t get upset. If he was seeing someone else, you would know about it. He is basically attached to your hip unless he’s fucking a girl when he’s gone to the bathroom.” She laughs. “It’s not happening.” She jokes.

I know she is just being a friend, and she is right. He is always with me. It’s not like he’s doing anyone when he’s in class. Which just means I’m not good enough in bed. He probably wants to take a break from the crappiness that I am.

“I am probably shit in bed. All this time, I haven’t wanted to do one-night stands because I want sex to be at least meaningful, and now I am kind of regretting it. I am twenty-one years old, I should have more than one notch on my belt, well more than two now that I’m with Trent, but you know what I mean.”

“Hey, I like that you stuck to your guns and didn’t sleep around. I like sex too much, so I couldn’t do it, but be proud that you have only been with two. Anyway, I could be wrong, don’t let this ruin your night. Let’s just go out with the guys and have fun,” she insists.

“I kind of want to stay in now. Knowing I’m the worse lay ever kind of put a dampener on my mood.” I pout.

I see her bite her nails, looking up at the ceiling. “Please don’t listen to me; you know how dramatic I can get. I will get you so drunk that you won’t be thinking about sex,” she says in a chirpy voice.

“Easy for you to say. You will probably get some tonight, and do you know what I will be getting?” I ask her. “Nothing. I’ll probably get a kiss goodnight and pass out. Do you know what it’s like feeling like your boyfriend may find you unattractive?” I turn looking in the mirror.

“You stop that right now.” She walks over to me bending down so we are eye level. “You are very attractive. I am jealous of you at times. You have this innocent thing going on. You are my complete opposite.” She says with an edge of vulnerability. “Can we please just go out and have fun?” she pleads with me.

I sigh, nodding my head and causing her to scream in delight. I shouldn’t put a dampener on her because I’m in a depressing mood. “Let me text Trent to tell him that we are ready.” I grab my phone, but she stops me.

“Let’s go up and surprise them, I am sure Trent’s jaw will drop when he sees you, plus I want to be nosey and see where he lives.” She chuckles.

“You want me to walk upstairs in these heels?” I point to my feet.