We dig deeper
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So, she took her sweet time in the room, and when she finally came out, she was tying her hair up. I felt like I got zapped by electricity all over my body. I noticed how beautiful her neck looked with her hair in a ponytail. And then I noticed something that made my heart race like crazy. My heart was pounding so loud!
"Hey! Chris, your eyes!"
I quickly turned my neck away, but she caught me with my eyes still glued to her. I ended up covering the side of my right eye. We were in the kitchen at the dining table.
"I took off my bra, it was hurting and uncomfortable."
"Do you want to eat? Are you hungry? Let’s cool the rice first."
I kept quiet, and she noticed me almost turned away in my seat.
"Come on, look at me. You look so silly. I’m just teasing you."
I adjusted my seat but kept my eyes on the table.
"So, Chris, do you want to eat? You go ahead."
"No, later."
"Let’s stay outside, it’s hot here. The ceiling fan is broken."
I didn’t say anything and she noticed how I was slowly sinking in embarrassment.
"Hey, Chris, come outside. You’re being too shy!"
After a few more "heys," I slowly made my way to their backyard. It was dark outside, and the only light was coming from inside the house. I found her sitting on a metal chair with a backrest and armrest. There was another chair like it across from her, and a small low table between us. The table was lower than our knees.
"Sit here..."
I sat down and noticed she was sitting cross-legged, making her shorts ride up even more. I just ignored it and looked around. Maybe five minutes of awkward silence passed.
"Are you hungry, Chris? Do you want to eat?"
"Let’s eat together."
"I don’t want to eat yet. I’ll eat later."
"Then I’ll eat later too."
After a few moments of silence, Jennifer suddenly brought up a topic.
"Have you had a girlfriend, Chris?"
"Yeah, Liza. Last year," I answered slowly and briefly.
"Did you love her?"
"Yeah, I did."
"And now?"
"Yeah, I still think about her."
"Why don’t you get back together?"
"No, she's happy now. She has a boyfriend."
"Oh, sorry..."
"It’s okay," I replied, my voice a bit shaky and soft. She noticed and apologized again in a softer voice. So I steered the conversation back to our topic, love stories.
"Have you had a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, last year at PSU."
"He was courting me and giving me gifts, but we weren’t that sweet," she continued.
"It was nothing... it’s like our classmates were just trying to match us up. He was like Cons... Arrogant. Rich kid," she added.
Her story got cut short when her tone suddenly changed.
"And he tried to go third base with me," she said in a low voice, clearly pained by the memory.
"What’s third base?" I asked, genuinely clueless.
"You don’t know?"
"No, what is it?"
"You know... he tried to do this to me," she gestured with her index finger tapping her palm. The sign language for "touch."
"He wanted to touch you?"
"Yeah, he took me to his house."
"Why did you agree?"
"He said he’d introduce me to his parents."
"Didn’t you suspect anything from the start?"
"No. When we got to his place, no one was there. Just us."
I kept quiet and let her continue even though her story was coming out in bits and pieces.
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