I wanted to talk. I wanted to tell her how sexy she was and how that was like no other sex I’d ever had, but I didn’t want to spook her. Talk could wait until morning. Right now, I had Davina de Duchy in my arms, right where I wanted her.
~*~*~*~*~
Davina
Although my brain was yelling at me to run, my body had turned to jelly. I’d never had two orgasms so close together before, and I couldn’t remember ever having one as strong as either of the ones Scott had drawn out of me.
I’d been a late bloomer, or rather, being aware of my blooming body, I hadn’t started having sex until I was almost twenty, and in the past eight years, I’d never had sex like that. A couple of guys had gone down on me, but none with the gusto and desire Scott had shown.
Initially, I’d feared that Scott had simply wanted sex. Sure, we’d flirted a little, well, he had, I suppose, during our picnic, but nothing prepared me for that. I mean, what the actual fuck indeed! Scott held me close, and I could hear his rhythmic breathing as I suspected he’d fallen asleep. I mean, he did most of the work after all.
My brain was torn. My only request had been to turn off the lights, and Scott hadn’t objected. The darkness almost added to the sensation of his mouth on my skin. He never commented on my stretch marks or wobbly bits and worshipped my breasts as if they were a precious object.
So yes, part of me wanted to stay and see where this would go. Scott had already suggested dinner or a movie, but I still needed to remember that he’d signed up to be best mad for my brother, and despite his nice words, and very nice actions, I wasn’t really convinced of his intentions. Plus, he was gorgeous, too gorgeous to be with someone like me. I’d felt muscles upon muscle running my hands up his back. He was solid, but it was not fat that bulked him out. I loved the way the wavy locks bounced on his head, sometimes flopping over an eye, so soft and silky between my fingers.
And his cock! Fucking hell! He’d told me it was just a penis, but it was like no penis I’d ever encountered before. It was solid like the rest of him and fitted inside me perfectly. Sabine liked to remind me that the average vagina was six inches long, so any man bigger than that would have a hard time fitting all the way in. Perhaps Scott and I were both above average, but whatever, we fitted together perfectly.
The initial rush of endorphins had died away. Scott was sleeping, and yet my brain was in overdrive. He’d acted as though this was more than just a one-off, but nothing had been said. I’d never had a complete one-night stand before. I’d never had sex with a guy after just one date. If the sex hadn’t been so magical, it might have been easier. I could have seen that this was just some typical guy, not really caring where he put his cock as long as it was a willing hole.
I must have drifted off, but I woke before the sun was up. Scott had rolled onto his back but was still fast asleep. As quietly as I could, I gathered my clothes. I couldn’t find my knickers, and I simply put my dress and jacket on, and made my way back to my cottage.
After a quick shower, where I noticed Scott had actually left a mark on my left breast, I threw my things into my case and was on the road before the sun came up. Over and over my brain kept telling me that men like Scott didn’t date women like me.
~*~*~*~*~
Davina
“How was it? What did the bride wear? Have you got heaps of photos? How much of a bitch was your mother?” Sabine fired off the questions as she came into the shop for our Monday catch-up.
“It didn’t happen. The men in my family couldn’t keep it in their pants and my mother was worse than ever.” Sabine gave me a huge hug.
I told her about what had gone down. Well, what had gone down surrounding the wedding and my family. I was reluctant to tell her about Scott. Besides, my family provided enough to go on with at present! I hadn’t bothered trying to contact my mother, and she hadn’t bothered trying to contact me.
“Cheesy Crust!” Sabine laughed, “So you came back Saturday then?”
I knew I looked guilty. I’d never been able to lie to my friends. “No, I, um, well, I hooked up with the best man.”
“You go, girlfriend!” Sabine again enveloped me in a hug. “So, are you seeing him again?”
“I left before he woke up. I think it was a one-night thing.”
“You think?”
Sabine had always been able to get me to talk. She’d been the one to recommend my therapist, and she always told me there was nothing wrong with me. Although seconds before I’d been hesitant to share, I let it all out. I told her about the best sex of my life and how intimate it had been. I told her about the picnic and how Scott claimed he was embarrassed for the way he treated me when I was growing up. Sabine offered her insights which, of course, were that he sounded like a decent man.
The bell over the door rang. “Hi, I’ve got a delivery for Davina de Duchy.” A courier carried a large bouquet of mixed roses.
“That’s her!” Sabine pointed to me as I signed the tablet the courier carried. “Are you going to read the card?” she asked after he’d left.
Dear Davina, I’m sorry if I spooked you. My offer for dinner and a movie stands. Here’s my number… Scott.
“They’re from Scott.” I read the card over and over. These were gorgeous flowers. “A guy wouldn’t send flowers unless he really meant that he was interested, would he?”
“No, honey. I think he likes you!”
Sabine and I went over the sales figures from the week before. Mondays were usually quiet, and I rearranged stock, changing mannequins, and rearranging the front window. Sabine had a couple of alterations she worked on out the back. There were few customers, but we were used to that. I loved Mondays because they weren’t busy, but today they gave me time to think, and I wasn’t sure if that was such a good thing.
I’d never been able to trust guys. I had my reasons, and I didn’t know if Scott would eventually fall into the category of men who humiliated me.
Tuesday afternoon, Marnie came in with some new swimwear she had designed. I snapped some shots for social media and thought back to the photos Scott had taken on Saturday. I wondered if I really wanted to see them. The preview he’d shown me had made me look beautiful.
I hadn’t messaged him to thank him for the flowers. Sabine and I had joked about what I could say, but in the end, I was too nervous to even simply say thank you.
“The roses are gorgeous!” Marnie inhaled the scent as I had been doing since they arrived. “Sabine said you met someone at the non-wedding.”
“She’s got a big mouth.”
“Did you at least say thank you?” Marnie knew the answer to that from my expression. “How about, ‘Hi Scott, thanks for the flowers. The boutique smells amazing.’ That’s all you need to say. Grab your phone.”
I reached into my pocket and brought up the text box I had tried typing a message into. So far, I had deleted so many messages. Her suggestion was good, though, and I went with it.
Scott: So glad they arrived safely. I bet they don’t smell as good as the roses at the winery. How about dinner? Or even lunch, or breakfast?