She laughed when I let my face show what I thought of her sister’s plan. She set her tablet down and considered me with an intensity that made me a little nervous. I held up my hands.
“I just got out of a relationship.”
“What makes you think I’d be interested?” she asked.
I gave her my best sexy smile.
“You’re interested.”
“You’re a little young to have that much confidence. I hate to break it to you, but I’m really not. I’m looking for a real man, not a cute boy.”
“David,” I said to introduce myself.
“Lila.”
“Do you have a ‘man’ in mind?” I asked.
I caught the frustration on her face.
“He’s not interested?” I guessed.
“He just doesn’t realize that he’s interested yet,” she clarified.
“Now, who’s confident?” I teased.
“My sister needs someone like you. It would do her a world of good,” Lila said.
“You’re not a fan?” I asked.
“Let’s just say that my sister and I are polar opposites. Kaia got all the attention when we were growing up, while I had to be the responsible one and look after her. Neither of our parents was around much,” she explained.
“Tell me about this ‘man’ who doesn’t realize he’s interested yet,” I said to change the subject.
I really didn’t want to talk about her sister.
“He plays hockey where I go to school …” Lila started and was off telling me all about this guy.
She was going to school at Quinnipiac University in Hamden, Connecticut. Something like 200 alumni played professional hockey. That made the hockey players the big men on campus.
Lila had a class with him and couldn’t figure out how to get his attention. I began to suspect that she didn’t date much because, let’s face it, with her looks, the guy would have to be an idiot not to want to date her.
“Actually, the more I think about it, the more I believe you need to practice,” I said.
“Practice? What does that mean?” Lila asked.
“I play football and baseball. We would never go into a game without practicing. It’s the same with dating. You can’t expect to snag this McSkatey without practicing,” I explained.
“This isn’t a stupid football game,” she said. “And don’t call him that.”
I had no plan to quit making fun of the guy because I’d started to have ulterior motives concerning Lila. I also liked how she looked when she got fired up defending her ‘man’ because her eyes would flare, and her cheeks would flush with color.
“Talking to you, I get the impression that you don’t have a lot of experience. I’d say that if you want to win McSkatey’s heart, you need to at least practice kissing,” I gambled.
“There’s no way that is happening,” she said as her eyes narrowed toward me.
“I’m offering my service as a onetime thing,” I said and smiled. “Don’t you want to kiss me?”
Her eyes flared again, and her mouth opened in a mix of outrage and disgust.
“Like I said, not happening.”
“I get it; you’re probably terrible at it,” I said with a straight face.
“For your information, I’m an excellent kisser,” she said as she crossed her arms.
“Really?” I asked skeptically.
“Yes, really.”
I could see the seed of doubt seeping in.
“Show me,” I said as I pulled out all the stops, using my best sexy voice and look.
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Looking back, I’m not really sure how it happened. One moment, the sexual tension had risen to an almost unbearable level. At the time, I wasn’t sure whether Lila would punch me or kiss me. In a blur, we somehow ended up in her bedroom.
As soon as the door closed, I started to lose clothes. I pulled them off and threw them on the floor behind me. Lila was taking too much time. She still wore her panties, so I came forward and yanked them off of her. Lila backed up, and her legs touched the edge of the bed. I advanced on her, and she hopped up and scooted back while looking at me the whole time.
I got on the bed and climbed atop her. Lila’s legs spread, and I found her warm sex against Mr. Happy. I shifted my hips, causing my member to slide along her slick folds. As soon as they parted, the scent of an aroused woman hit me.
“You do have quite a package,” Lila said.
“You heard about that?” I asked.
“Oh, yes. I just figured you were acting like all men and exaggerating.”
I shifted my hips again, and she moaned. Lila pushed back and began to add her own hip motions as she ground against me. She was about to wake the sexual beast inside of me as she did wonderful things to my friend. Before I could plan my next move, Lila slipped her legs around my hips.
I sensed that she thought she was in control—time to dissuade her from that notion. I reached down, grabbed her hips, and flipped her over onto her stomach. Lila made a startled sound as I smacked her butt.
“Condoms?” I asked.
“In my nightstand,” she said, pointing.
I got up and proceeded to put one on. Lila watched, and I saw the moment of hesitation touch her eyes. I was there with her. Was this the right thing to do or not?
She got herself to her knees and presented me with her magnificent backside and her clearly aroused sex. I decided that it
