Scratching Her Vinyl

He spends a few minutes just cradling me in his arms, while both of us struggle to catch our breath.

Afterwards he pulls himself out of me very slowly and but we remain there. I'm in shock, or a state of euphoria at how amazing that was. I don't even notice that my dress is askew, or that I’ve completely forgotten what happened to my panties.

Dom sits me gently in the chair by my desk and just stares at me. I'm too exhausted, or ecstatic by what just happened to try and guess what he's thinking.

I can’t believe it. I really just gave him my virginity. I never thought it could be this good.Chapter 12 - DominicThe deed is done, but I'm at a loss right now. I don't know what to do. I’ve never felt like this before. This is insane, what is happening with me tonight? I try to rationally think about everything, but I don't think that will help.

On the one hand I got what I came for, and it was fucking amazing, but I don't want to just up and leave. I was already a dick once to her tonight, I’m not about to be a bigger one after taking her virginity. That would just be fucking heartless.

I toss the condom in a trash can in the corner and tuck my dick back into my pants, adjusting the rest of my clothes. I watch her a few minutes, and I realize a part of me doesn't want to leave her at all. I actually like being around this strange young woman who seems to be misplaced from a different era.

I don't think I’ve ever felt like this about anyone. I guess tonight is a first experience for the both of us. I definitely wasn't expecting that to happen. This is certainly a change to the usual way I spend my time at these things.

Absurd, I know, but it's what I feel right now. I try to think of a topic of conversation, when it hits me. Music is the key to her heart. I break the silence. "Ok, so you played all these tracks for me, which were great and all, but you still have yet to prove to me that they’re better than digital," I challenge with a playful smile.

I'm rewarded with another smile in return and a little laugh. "How do you suggest I do that?" She asks as she stands and fixes her clothes.

I'm quiet for a few seconds as I think. There is one only option I come up with. I hope she likes it. I would really like to find a way to spend more time with her.

"You could let me take you back to my place. We can play the music on my stereo with a streaming service and see which sounds better.”

I can see her smile again and I instantly know I made the right call. "Okay, deal. But only if you promise not to pout when I prove you wrong."

I laugh, and she spends a few minutes cleaning up the mess we made and putting things back on her desk. As I watch her do this, I notice one of the buttons in the back of her dress has opened. Must have snagged on something, or I did it on accident when I had my arms wrapped around her.

I stride over and fix it for her. She stills at my touch until she sees what I'm doing. "Thank you,” she murmurs as she puts the last of the stuff away.

She turns out the light and we walk back out into the main room of the store. "You are welcome. It’s a great dress. Did you buy it from one of those vintage clothing sites or something?" I ask curiously.

She grabs her purse. I open the front door for her. She turns off the lights and locks up the shop. We start walking outside. "Nope, this one is actual vintage. It belonged to my grandmother," she explains.

We walk down the sidewalk of the strip, her heels clicking on the pavement. "Really? Well it looks lovely on you," I compliment her.

Her face lights up with a smile once again. "Thank you. I love this dress. Not only is it pretty, it brings up happy memories of my childhood. I was raised by my grandparents.”

The parking lot is nearly empty as we walk to the car. "That is interesting. I don’t exactly have a lot of happy memories like that,” I admit, “My childhood was spent traveling around and moving from military base to base. We never stayed in a place long enough to get settled."

I’m a little surprised by my own admission. I don’t really talk about that with anyone. Juliette frowns a little. "I can't imagine living like that. In fact, I still live in their old house where I grew up. After they passed away, they left it to Florian and me. Now it's just me, but I love the old place. I couldn't picture living anywhere else." She says with a shrug of her shoulders.