The Quiet One

8

Harper walked into her apartment and carefully checked all the rooms before feeling safe enough to shower and change. She was grateful for Regal; he had made her feel comfortable enough to talk more than she had with anyone who wasn't family ever. He helped her through her anxiety and made the date enjoyable, something about him pulled at her heart. If she thought too long about it, he could be someone she wanted long term. Shaking her head at her silly thoughts, she stripped and took a shower massaging her body with the loofa thinking about Regal's hands all over her. She felt her heat slicken with desire and she dipped a finger in to pleasure herself. Even if she was a virgin, she knew how to make herself happy. Reading many romance novels, she'd always had the urge, but no one to satisfy the itch. She had several battery operated boyfriends and used them regularly to stem the urges. Today she used her fingers to stroke, she added a second finger and massaged one of her breasts. She tweaked the nipple and groaned, leaning against the shower wall, she used her thumb to stimulate her clit and shattered moaning Regal's name as she did.

A little while later she stepped out of the shower and remembered she promised Regal she would text him when she got inside. Picking up her phone she gasped when she saw two missed calls and four text messages all from Regal.

Did you get inside all right?

I really enjoyed our date.

Are you okay?

Harper?

She quickly opened her phone and texted back.

Sorry, I walked around my whole apartment and then showered. I am fine and had a wonderful time tonight. Cannot wait for Saturday!

She didn't have to wait long for a response.

Sorry about the amount of messages my parents want you to come to a family dinner. We have one every other Thursday. You can say no, I don't want you to think I am pushing this between us too fast. It is okay if you say no.

She laughed, she could tell he was nervous about asking her. From what he said of his parents, they were wonderful people and she wanted to get to know more about him.

I would love to meet your parents.

You would?

Yes, they raised you, and from everything you said they sound like wonderful people. I just hope I don't freeze up like with your friend Arthur. She slipped on a silk nightgown that reached her knees and laid down in bed waiting for his response. She jumped when her phone rang and she saw Regal's name pop up.

"Hello,"

"Hi beautiful, I wanted to hear your voice again." She smiled at the sound of his sheepish voice.

"I enjoy listening to your voice too."

"So you are sure about meeting my parents tomorrow?"

"Yes, I am worried about my shyness and not being able to talk to your parents." She chewed on a fingernail in worry.

"I mentioned it, turns out my mom and your mom are in the same painting class and your mother had brought up your shyness with the other ladies."

"Oh, my god! How many people in town know about my problem?" she groaned, extremely embarrassed at her mother sharing something private.

"I think she sees it as trying to help people understand you, and that you are not rude when you don't speak, just shy."

"Still doesn't give her the right to share with a group of women my problems," she muttered and he laughed.