Nice Girl Read Free

remember not being all that impressed.  He played with my breasts for a few minutes.  I liked it when he sucked on them.  However, right when it started to feel good, he stopped and put his hand between my legs.  He put his fingers in me.  I was finger fucked once a few months ago by a guy I was making out with at a frat party.  We were outside and both fully clothed.  That did nothing for me.  When Tom did it, it did feel more sensual.  Yet from Janie’s book, I realize now he didn’t stroke, it was mechanical.  In and out.  In and out.    Maybe it was more of a turn on because he was using those words again.  That sex talk that would sound ridiculous in any other situation.
    “God you’re so wet and ready to be fucked.” 
    The words seemed silly now but at the time they worked.  I was ready.  I remember watching him put the condom on and thinking “Yes, I was finally going to do it!”  I was so impatient to lose my virginity that I think what was in my head was more enjoyable than Tom’s touch itself.  It didn’t hurt like I thought it would.  Maybe it was the alcohol that dulled it.  A quick pinch that was all.   His thrusting felt good but no screams of passion from me.  I kept my eyes closed.  I was worried about the pain.  I also think I was a little embarrassed to be so intimate with a guy I couldn’t stand.  It seemed he came quickly. Don’t people do it for hours?  How does that work?
    When it was over, I listened for his breathing to still.  Then, I went to get up to leave. 
    “Wait, don’t go,” he surprised me.  “I want to hold these pretty titties some more.”
    I was shocked.  I thought all assholes just wanted the girl to leave.  He actually wanted me to stay?  Okay, this is interesting.  Well, I was wide awake anyway.  Maybe he wants to do it again? 
    Actually, it turned out we didn’t have sex again .   We did lay in his bed and talk.  It was so strange but that is what we did.  I found out that he was a political science major.  I was a criminal justice major.  He laughed at that.  I glared at him.
    “I’m not laughing at you. I live in a family of cops.  The last thing I was going to study was criminal justice.  You wanna be a cop or something?”
    “I thought I did.  When I was growing up, it was just me and my sister.   She was the prissy one.  I wanted to be the exact opposite of her.  So I became the tomboy.  I climbed trees, shot water guns like in battle, played football with the neighborhood boys.  Then, I went to high school and met my three best girlfriends.  I didn’t like playing with boys anymore.  Yet, there was always a part of me that was attracted to the gritty tough world.
    I didn’t add that one thing I wasn’t was tough.  I may have enjoyed romping in the neighborhood when I was in grade school with the boys, but I never felt tough.  Just playful and fun I guess. 
    “I think I watched too many episodes of Charlie’s Angels.”  We both laughed.  “In high school, I quickly realized my height of only five foot three wasn’t going to be productive to law enforcement.  I can see myself going into juvenile probation or something like it.  My best friend Dee wants to go to law school.  I may consider that.  I have no idea but I do find the study of criminal justice fascinating.”  I couldn’t believe how much talking I was doing for a girl who just wanted to run out the door.    “If you live in a family of cops, why aren’t you a criminal justice major?”
    “My Dad is a big whig in the city of Boston.  Deputy Police Commissioner.”
    “No, he’s not.”
    “Oh yes he is.”  He got up to get something out of his wallet.  I kept my eyes down.  I couldn’t believe he was walking around naked.  He came back to bed with a business card.  Sure enough.  His dad was Deputy Police Commissioner of the city of Boston. 
    “ The last thing I’m gonna do is follow in Daddy’s