The Wounded Love novel Chapter 40

He laughed. "When was that?"

I gave him a shortened version of my first time which was almost a year into dating Nick. Actually, I didn't need to shorten the story because it wasn't a very long one.

We were watching a movie at his place when out of no where I said, let's have sex. It wasn't necessarily because I wanted to, I just wanted to get that first time over with.

Nick was such a sissy that I wondered if he was the one with the p@ssy and not me.

I was ready to go, but although he wasn't a virgin he was so nervous. "I don't want to hurt you blah blah f@cking blah."

If I wasn't concerned about that, then he shouldn't have been either. I just wanted it in and then out so I could no longer call myself a virgin. The whole in and out was really really fast, much faster than I'd expected...

"It actually sucked." I told Dante, reliving that night. "It was really quick and really uncomfortable." I mean it got better after a while, but that first time wasn't great.

"Poor, Skyla." His hand slipped up my shirt. "Too bad we didn't meet sooner, I would've rocked your world." He joked.

"My worlds been rocked many times, thank you very much. But how about you, what was your first time like?" It was only fair that he told me his now that he knew mine.

Dante closed his eyes and pretended to snore. "Don't avoid my question. I just told you one of the most embarrassing stories of my life.

"I know you shortened it." His eyes were still closed.

I grabbed him by the hair to tilt his head toward me. "Obviously. I didn't think you wanted to hear every little detail. You can shorten yours too."

"I was fifteen and stupid." He didn't elaborate, so I just looked at him waiting for something else. "She was older than me and much more experienced than I was and I now regret it even though at the time I thought it made me seem cool."

"Why did you regret it?"

"I love it, how long did it take you to make this?"

"Oh, that's not important. So you like it, you really do like it?"

"Of course! This is the perfect gift, I'm always cold. Besides, I can tell you put a lot of thought into it too." Most of the presents mother gave me were simple-?jewelry, a paid visit to the spa, or an outfit which was more along the lines of what she would wear. Half the time I wondered if she was the one who actually bought any of them herself, or whether she sent one of the maids out to do it.

"Now open the other one!" She pushed the box toward me. I side of it were a pair of Nike sneakers, joggers, and a sweatshirt. Mother shopping at Nike was even more shocking than the thought of knitting. If I had a dollar for every time she criticized one of my outfits I'd be richer than Anthony who owned the hotel.

"You inspire me Skyla. I really do admire the way you ventured out on your own and you did create a nice life for yourself. Your free, without the pressure of other's opinions weighing you down.

"I divorced your father thinking that I would find happiness in someone else, but as you already know that didn't happen." Mother went on only three dates after she dumped him and then she gave up. "And after seeing you with that man, even though I still don't approve of the way you met him, but it made me..." She trailed off. "I guess it makes me regret the way I lived my life. I married your dad when I was only nineteen, I never got to experience all of the things I wanted to, but you, you have and your still so young meaning that you have so many great things to look forward to. I will never come close to being as amazing as you are, Skyla, but I truly am happy for you if you're happy." She seemed lost in thought, staring off into the distance throughout that little confession.