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I not reciprocated or encouraged his actions, he would not have taken the sexual liberties he had. 
     
    Ultimately, I had been the one who had first touched him suggestively.  On top of my having been the instigator, I was utterly and completely overwhelmed with lust by his manly aggression.  When he grabbed me by the thigh, I didn’t want him to stop there.  When he slid his fingers inside of me, I was the one who stroked him and moaned into his ears.
     
    The warmth of the sun and the heat of the memories worked together now, bringing a fantasy to the forefront of my attention.  I slid my fingers down and between my thighs as I closed my eyes.  I imagined my own fingers to be his and I worked myself roughly, as he had. 
     
    Home alone and with no eyes or ears to judge me I let out a soft and yearning moan.  I imagined his hard body and his deep blue eyes staring down at me, even his lips pressing against my own. 
     
    “You are mine.” His voice was low and raspy as he whispered from above me, the sound so real in my mind that I jumped up, embarrassed that he was watching me. 
     
    My eyes darted quickly around the room, but to my ease, I was entirely alone.  The sudden start brought me back to the moment, and noticing the clock, I quickly got up to get ready for class.
     
    I had sent Kate a text that morning, but when I got home at four, she still hadn’t gotten back to me.  It wasn’t abnormal for Kate to be caught up in her own world, but it was annoying because I wanted to ask her about going out again tonight.  Walking into the house I called out for her but she wasn’t there.  After several hours, my hopes were dashed and I found myself alone in my room with my books, unable to focus.  I cursed Kate for her inconsiderate way of being, and then I cursed Jacob for not giving me his number or getting mine. 
     
    As I laid there, alone in my bed, feelings of inadequacy began to enter my mind.  Maybe he didn’t ask for my number because he didn’t care to see me again.  Maybe to him last night was just fun, and any relationship was out of the question.  It wasn’t as if I had put up any kind of fight, it is common knowledge that when a girl is easy the guy loses interest. 
     
    Normally I live by a three date rule: see them three times before even considering heading in a romantic direction.  For me this practice had led to the realization that many of the guys I had dated were not worth my time.  I suddenly felt a knot in my guts for having let things get so out of hand last night.  The more my mind worked, the more I doubted that I would ever be anything more than a wild night for him.  Shaking the negativity from my mind I got up to get ready for bed. 
     
    As I brushed my teeth I cleaned up, picking up the mess I had left last night.  As I checked the pockets of my pants I noticed the small piece of receipt with Christopher’s number on it.  I held my hand out over the trash and nearly dropped it in, but I felt the need for validation, for companionship.  In my desperate state I knew better than to give in to my urge to call him, but the insecure woman within me begged for a distraction. 
     
    “Hello?” 
     
    I took a deep breath, gathering the courage to speak.  “Hey, is this Christopher?  This is Ally, we met last night at Hops.” 
     
    “Oh yeah!  I am glad you called.  Do you want to get together? I am just about to go get a drink, but I would love to take you to dinner if you are interested?” 
    I smiled at the warm invitation and accepted eagerly.  “I can meet you at Hops in half an hour and we can walk to dinner from there,” I suggested. 
     
    “Sounds good, see you then.” 
     
    The phone fell silent and I threw mine down onto the bed and quickly got myself ready.  I felt a little guilty for having called him, but I have always had a difficult time waiting for reciprocated feelings.  When I felt an interest in someone and didn’t feel the