Virgin In The City

“Nice to meet you, Pep. I’m new around here,” he tells me.

I put my phone down as I don’t want to be rude. “I’m pretty new, too, but everyone’s been really nice,” I tell him. “I thought it would be hard moving to a new place, but it’s been really great.”

“Any recommendations?”

I lean over a little. “Patty Cakes,” I whisper, feeling a bit guilty for recommending another place while in a restaurant that kind of does the same thing.

He chuckles. “You’ll have to show it to me.”

“I have a boyfriend,” I blurt out.

He lifts both his hands in defense. “I’ve got a girl, too.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone and showing me his screen. It’s a picture of a beautiful woman who is all done up.

“She’s pretty.” I don’t offer a picture of Bear. I have a few we’d taken, but they are for only me. They aren’t dirty, but they’re intimate. The world has enough pictures of Bear, and I’m not sharing mine.

“She’s something,” he laughs. “You going to this block party I’ve been hearing about?”

“I haven’t heard anything. Is that where everyone hangs out outside and stuff?” Where I come from they had field parties. I’d never gone to one. My aunt wouldn’t let me, but I always thought it would be fun to check one out.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure. You should come. Then I’ll know someone.” I bite my lip, unsure of what I should say. “Bring your man with you. We can hang out.”

“Okay.” He seems really nice, and I know what it’s like to be new in town. He just wants to see a familiar face.

“Give me your number and I’ll text you later,” he says, tapping on his phone.

I rattle off my cell number and he programs it in his. My phone dings a moment later with a text.

“Here.” He scoots over next to me. “I hate when you don’t have a picture to go with the contact on your phone. It’s annoying when the little bubble on your text chat is blank.” He wraps his arm around my shoulder and says, “smile.” We both beam as he takes the selfie. My phone dings again. “I sent it to you in case the bubble thing bothers you, too.

I turn a little so his arm drops from my shoulder.

“So what do you do?” he asks.

I get lost in telling him about some of the projects I’m working on and how I’ve been trying to come up with new ideas for my boyfriend’s place.

“If you were mine I’d have you moved in,” he jokes.

“I think it’s too soon,” I admit, but I don’t really believe that.

“But you like the idea, don’t you?”

I nod. I do like the idea of living with Bear. I know we spend our nights together, but having all our stuff mixed together sounds wonderful.

“Don’t let him string you along. Pretty girl like you should have a man giving her everything she wants.”

“He does,” I defend.

I want to make sure I’m giving him everything he needs, too. If that’s too fast for him, I don’t want to push. Things are good right now and I don’t want to rock the boat. His mind should be on his upcoming fight. The rest can come after he’s won.

I pick up my phone when it dings again.

Bear: You’re mine. Be ready.

I smile standing up. “Gotta go. My man is on his way home.”

“See you later, Pep.” He stands, giving me a kiss on the cheek and taking me by surprise.

We walk out of the coffee shop, each going a different way. I try not to read too much into it. Some people are just more affectionate than others.

I text Bear on the way back and feel the warm sun on my face.

Me: I’m always yours.

I smile the whole way back home.

Chapter Fourteen

Bear

When I walk through the front door of my apartment Pepper is leaning against the counter in the kitchen completely naked.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” I say as I kick the door closed behind me and toss my gym bag on the floor.

She spreads her legs a little as I rip my shirt off and pull off my shoes. I’m already hard with anticipation and I have to pull my cock out of my shorts as I step out of them, too. Now I’m naked as I stalk purposefully over to her and grab her in my arms.

She giggles and squeals as I push her up against the wall and enter her in one hard thrust. Her laughter turns into a moan as I move in and out of her, fast and deep.

“Fuck, I love coming home,” I say as she tightens her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I can feel her slick desire spread down onto my thighs and coat where we’re joined. “Fuck, what were you doing before I got home?” I say over the sound of her wet pussy taking my dick.