He gently wiped away a tear with his finger. “It’s normal for girls to cry their first time. Don’t worry about it. Are you sore?”
“A little. But it was worth it.”
He kissed the top of my head. “I’m glad.”
We lay together for a little while longer, then I looked at the clock and realized I needed to get home, since I’d borrowed my mother’s car. Brock walked me to the door and gave me a cheek-peck goodbye. “Do you want to get together again?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Good. I’ll give you a call.”
He called a couple days later, but for various reasons, things going on in our lives, we never did manage another time together. But I’ve never forgotten him or how kind and gentle he was with me that night.
And I can never hear any mention of strip poker without getting just a little wet.
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