My Sister's Boyfriend Book I

Caught

We stood in silence for a few moments.

He started rubbing his eyes looking frustrated.

"Did you spit or swallow?"

"Spat."

"Good. Never swallow."

I gripped the hem of my skirt as the moment was getting way too personal.

"What did he do for you?"

"Nothing."

"Not surprising."

"I never asked him."

"A real gentlemen doesn't need to be asked to go down."

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm going to go shower now."

"One last question."

I turned around looking at him with tired eyes.

"Fine. What?"

"Why? Why'd you do it?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"He didn't pressure me if that's what you're wondering. I wanted to. Is it that surprising?"

He sighed and shook his head.

"I feel partly responsible. I feel like I created a monster."

"There you go again making it all about you again."

"No. You weren't like this when when we first met."

"Like what? Say it! A slut? I'm a slut because I wanted to pleasure my boyfriend?"

"I wasn't trying to say that. You know I wasn't trying to say that. You do what you want Lisa. Who am I to approve or disapprove of your actions. I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

He went upstairs leaving me alone to my thoughts.

He didn't talk about how he feels about this.

He didn't seem like he cared anymore.

I'd be satisfied even if he was disappointed in me. At least I know that he cares.

But this---this made me feel guilty and regretful.

It sounded like he's given up on me.

But why would this upset me?

Him and I are never going to happen.

This is a good thing.

Now I've destroyed all hope.

I went up stairs and got out of my cloths.

I then threw on my bathrobe.

All the while my thoughts were consumed by what I just did.

I wouldn't consider it my first sexual experience since Prince and I ...