Chapter 4 The only truth is that I wanted to

He let go of my hand and grabbed a pan, starting to chop some vegetables.

- You will cook? – I asked impressed.

- Yea. - he said.

I sat on a high stool, watching what he was doing intently.

- Likes to cook? – I asked.

- Yes, a lot. For me food is like a feeling...

He was really quite skilled with the pans. Lightning crashed close to the house, making me jump along with a scream. Soon the light went out, and everything was dark. I felt my heart leap out of my chest. The stove's flames remained lit, barely illuminating the place. When I realized, he was next to me, asking:

- Are you all right?

"Yes..." I said in a low voice. – I... I hate the dark. - I confessed.

- I don't know how I'll finish dinner. - He said looking upset.

- I... I don't care... It's okay. I shrugged, still feeling scared.

A new thunder echoed in the sky, clearing everything outside. Instinctively I clung to him. I hoped that man didn't think I was literally throwing myself at him, because I was just afraid... Very afraid of the dark. And everything that was happening at that moment, being alone with him in that place.

I felt him wrap his arms around my back, snuggling me against him. He smelled incredibly good. I breathed in his strong, expensive masculine scent.

- You... You're shaking. – he observed with a sweet voice.

- I... I'm really afraid of the dark.

- And what were you doing on that road, alone, at nightfall?

- I... I should have reached my destination before nightfall... The rain got in the way. I explained trying to get away.

He continued to hold me in his arms, preventing me from letting go. I lifted my eyes in his direction and tried to get up. Our mouths were close enough that I could feel his hot breath. I wanted to let go of his body, but I'm not sure my own body obeyed my mind's commands. He bent down and his lips found mine. God, he was a stranger... I've never seen him in my life. She was in his house and completely surrendered to that enveloping, maddening kiss. At first I tried not to kiss him back, but when I realized I was completely focused on feeling his tongue inside my mouth, consuming my lips with greed. I had never received a kiss like that in my life. He was an experienced man, unlike any other boy who had ever touched me. I placed my hands on his head, feeling his fine hair in my hands, pressing him harder against me. Who was that woman inside me that I didn't know? That Megan didn't care about anything, she just felt her whole body shaking with desire. I don't know how long that kiss lasted, but I could keep my mouth on his for my whole life and I wouldn't get sick of it. But the smell of the burning onion made him let go of me, even though it seemed unwilling, going to the stove and turning off the flames, making everything dark completely.

Before I could catch my breath, he was beside me again, searching my mouth voraciously. I felt his hand slide down my back, reaching my ass, which he squeezed lightly. I felt again my body trembling and burning like fire and my sex wetting like I've never seen it before. He released my lips for a short while, deftly removing my shirt, then kissing me again. Then his mouth went down my neck, making his beard brush against my soft skin, leaving me completely shivering. When I realized he was already removing my bra, sucking my breasts sensually and with desire. Heavens, I needed to stop this. I couldn't lose my virginity to a stranger who ran me over, who I would probably never see again in my life. I was standing, leaning against the table and soon I felt his mouth go down my belly and get close to my panties. Would I really let him go on? If I wanted to stop, now was the time. But would I have the courage not to let him go on when all I wanted was to feel him in me? So, as I figured, I didn't ask him to stop. He lowered my panties and I felt his tongue on my wet sex, making me moan as I felt a pleasure I had never had in my entire life. If the final act of sex was better than that, I don't think I could take it and die of pleasure. How had I gone so long without feeling those sensations my body could produce at the mere touch of a man? I arched my body back, letting his tongue and hands play all over my body. Suddenly he stopped. I couldn't see him in the dark. She was stark naked in a stranger's kitchen. He picked me up as if I weighed nothing and carried me across the room, up the stairs with my body clinging to his, gently carrying me. He opened the door and set me down on the soft bed. He lay down on top of me and went back to kissing me different from the way he kissed me before. I felt less greed... He was slower, tasting my lips more calmly. I started unbuttoning his shirt leisurely. I wasn't skilled in these matters, but at the same time I didn't want him to think it was my first time. Yes... I was determined to give myself to that stranger and lose my virginity on that crazy night of pure pleasure. He released my lips and ripped open his shirt forcefully. I couldn't see it, but I was pretty sure it ripped. He quickly took off his pants, coming back on top of me gently. I felt his erection against me, wanting him to possess me. But he didn't. The light came on, causing us to look at each other in confusion and surprise. Even though it seemed that my lucidity returned, I still felt that I wanted that man with me, offering me everything he had and all his experience. He smiled and I returned it. My legs wrapped around his body. His hands wrapped around my face and then he penetrated me with his hot, pulsing member, while he stared at me in a way I never was in my entire life. I always thought I would feel pain when I lost my virginity. But that didn't happen. I was so ecstatic with desire and pleasure, I couldn't feel anything but a wonderful sensation. He was gentle and slow, causing my body to arch against his, wanting more and more. Then his movements intensified, making me feel like electromagnetic waves coursing through every inch of my body until I couldn't bear his weight anymore, running out of strength, at the same time he threw himself on me, exhausted. It felt like I would never be able to get up again.

He rolled onto his side, staring at the ceiling, his breath as labored as mine. God, what had that been? Could we repeat? We turned our faces and faced each other. He smiled, with the most charming smile in the world, saying:

- What was this?

I didn't know how to respond. I stared at him, still trying to assimilate that I'd had sex for the first time with a completely strange man I'd met just over an hour ago. Me, Megan Miller, the straightest and most correct girl there was, who criticized her sisters and friends for getting involved with men they barely knew.

- Who are you? - I asked.

- The madman who ran her over. – he said laughing.

- Yes, literally you ran me over... - My body and I think my life, I thought.

He ran his hand over my cheek, caressing it and asked:

- What is your name?

- Meg.

- It was a pleasure to meet you, Meg. I think now I can cook something for you.

"Could be..." I said.

Had he not liked it? Would it end like this? I didn't know exactly what to do or say. She was completely inexperienced and didn't want to appear immature. He was a stranger... But he might not be.

- Want to take a shower? – he asked standing up and pointing to the bathroom door in the bedroom.

- Yea. - I said grabbing the sheet and covering myself, heading to the bathroom door. I felt his gaze following me there.

I went to the Box and opened the tap, letting the hot water run down my body. So I got worried remembering that we hadn't used a condom. How did I not realize this? How did he not realize this? How stupid I had been! I put my head under the water, trying not to let that slip up overshadow the wonderful moment I had experienced. Then I would worry about it. When I finished the shower, I wrapped myself in the towel and walked out the door, thinking about how I would get my clothes from the kitchen. He was sitting on the bed, facing the bathroom door. He looked at me seriously and said:

- Were you a fucking virgin?

I looked at the bloodstain on the white sheet and blushed. I can't believe that happened. I hadn't felt pain... How did it bleed?

- How old are you exactly? he asked with dark eyes.

- I'm 18. - I said with a weak voice. – Do you think that at 18 I couldn't be a virgin?

I couldn't deny it... He had proof of my virginity. But so what? Why did he care about that? It was me who had to worry, not him.

He got up and walked to the bedroom door, coming back again, nervous:

- Tell me at least that you use birth control.

I looked at him and didn't say anything. Of course I didn't... Why would a virgin use birth control?

He put his hands over his face and said:

- Meg, you don't use... Am I right?

- Yes... I don't use it. - I confessed shamefully.

- Please don't tell me that someone sent you... And that this is a trap for me.

- I... I don't know what you're talking about... - I said confused. Who was that man anyway?

He came very close to me again, saying:

- Because?

- I do not know what you're talking about.

- Why did you give yourself to me? You do not even know me...

- I... I felt like it. - I confessed. "I could make up a million things for you, but the only truth is that I felt like it.

He looked at me with dark eyes.

- Relax... I'm not going to force you to marry me... Or something like that. If it's better for you, you can take me away now. - I said feeling like crying, but taking a deep breath and trying not to do that in front of him, because it would be even more humiliating.

He was an idiot... An idiot who kissed wonderfully, who had a perfect body... I watched his naked body, wearing only his pants. I almost wanted to take his clothes off and do it all over again. However I was torn apart by the way he was treating me.

- I... Can I get my clothes? I asked in a thin voice, not daring to walk past him.

He looked at me again and on impulse hugged me. Then I felt even more helpless with that gesture of his and I started to cry. He pushed me away and wiped my tears:

- I'm sorry, Meg.

- I want to leave. - I spoke.

- I won't let her go out like that. - he said. "It's raining... It's not safe to go out on these horrible roads in Noriah. We are in a rural area... The lighting is terrible.

- I don't need your car, sir unknown. I just need my legs. I'm not staying here a minute longer.

Saying that I walked past him, still shaky, and down the stairs. He went after me. I picked up my clothes from the kitchen floor and dressed them quickly. Then I headed for the door. He placed himself on top of her, blocking my way.

- Are you going to keep me in false imprisonment now? I asked ironically.

- I won't let you go out like that.

- It seemed to me that was exactly what you wanted me to do.

- I apologized. I didn't mean to be rude to you.

- Nothing you tell me will change my mind.

- And will you leave your backpack? he asked playfully.

I looked at the backpack on the couch and walked over to it. I waited for him to let his guard down and ran to the door, opening it and walking out without looking back. It was raining a lot and it was really too dark on the street. Still, I wouldn't stay a minute longer in the house of that stranger who humiliated me.

I walked quickly to the gate, opening it and stepping out onto the road. Before long he was by my side, completely wet like me.

- You're going home now.

- Home? This can only be a joke. That is "your" house, not mine. AND...

Before I could finish, he picked me up and put me over his shoulder, carrying me back.

- Let go of me now... I'll scream. And say you're kidnapping me.

- You can scream all you want. - he said. – I'm really kidnapping you now.

I felt a little scared when he said that. The rain was freezing and I was cold. That man was strong and skilled and in a few minutes I was back inside his house, completely soaked. He looked at me and said:

- I'm going to make dinner.

- I'm not hungry.

- That's not what you told me before...

- Before you kissed me... - I completed. - Why did you do that? And then you still blame me. – I shouted.

- Meg, you're not guilty... I'm not guilty. That was... Adult sex... Am I right?

I tried to calm down. I didn't want to appear in any way immature to that man. I looked at him a little more calmly and said:

- Sorry for not warning you about not taking the pill.

- Sorry I didn't use a condom. - he said. - Come on, I'll fix you something to eat.

He offered me his hand. I looked at him completely soaked. If he hadn't wanted to, he wouldn't have had to go after me. However he went.