Page 182 of Filthy Beautiful
When had I ever done this shit?
Well, maybe when I was a teenager.
Now here I was, all bent the fuck out of shape over my best friend’s teenage sister.
And my other friend’s little sister was telling me to be a man about it?
Maybe that was the best advice I’d gotten about this whole thing. I sure felt like a pussy sitting here right now, waiting for her while she was out on a date with some other dude.
Okay, it wasn’t exactly a date. There were other people with them. But she was definitely leaning on him as they left.
And why shouldn’t she?
She was single.
Drunk.
And now she was no longer a virgin, so sleeping with a guy probably wouldn’t seem like as big a deal…
Fuck.
I was totally sweating her. I hadn’t sweat a girl since I was seventeen and a virgin myself, with no idea what to do around a beautiful woman.
Courteney Clarke made me feel like a kid again—and not at all in a good way.
I lay sprawled on Cary’s living room couch, staring blankly at the TV. It was like my fucking teenage nightmare brought to life.
When I was her age, a girl like Courteney would never have looked at me twice, much less begged me to fuck her, and that was the sad truth. Back then, the Courteneys went out with the Stephans, and I went home with my hand.
I dreamed about having a girl like her… but I never thought I actually would.
But that was a long time ago.
Nowadays, I could have a lineup of pretty blonde eighteen-year-olds, if that’s what I wanted. I didn’t need to sweat this one.
I didn’t need to… but I totally was.
Because there was no one like her. No one who’d ever made mefeelwhat she was starting to make me feel.
Starting?
Who the fuck was I kidding?
Christ, I was so getting the feels over her.
How the fuck did this happen? This was supposed to be about sex.
For me, if not for her.
I was a pig, right? She told me so. I was the bad guy and she was the good girl. I was supposed to use her up and spit her out and be on to the next thing.
I couldn’t do that with her.
Yes, I wanted to do filthy, filthy shit to her. But then I wanted to wake up and do it again the next day.
I wanted to fuck her and I wanted her to keep coming back for more.
So I waited up for her.
