As we entered our room, I immediately freed myself from 'Mike's hold. He was doing a good job of being a gentleman and of how he helped me, but I couldn't help but feel that as soon as we got into the room, he would become a predator.
Maybe I was just being paranoid since it was my first time but that feeling... I hardly get such a danger sign and it ends up being wrong.
I'm not saying he's a dangerous man and I need to get away from him. But... I pursed my lips.
Would he become an entirely different person when we got into bed? Would he shed that gentlemanly appeal and become a beast? I couldn't help but entertain such thoughts
He was a man I was meeting for the first time, a stranger and would forever be a stranger, so the things about him that I didn't know worried me a bit.
"What's wrong, 'Bunny'?" He asked as he stepped on, taking off his shoes with his legs with a grin on his lips. "You're suddenly on guard. Why? Do I scare you?"
That question, if I were to answer honestly, then yes, maybe a little bit, but yes.
As much as I anticipate having sex with such a handsome man, I can't help but think of the worst that could happen.
"I'm just... A bit out of it because of the alcohol." I lied, turning my face away so he wouldn't read the truth in my eyes.
"Hm, that so?" He got closer after taking off his shoes. "I understand." He suddenly started down at my feet and started taking off my shoes for me.
Ah, why was he doing that now? His actions were making my heart flutter. I was flustered.
"For a moment, I thought you suddenly got nervous cause it might be your first time or something." He said and I flinched.
What?
"I've taken a few guys to a motel who claim to be pros or have done it a few times but as soon as we get into the room, they start to freak out and show the truth. They get scared." He took off the second shoe and then looked up at me. "And some even chicken out at the point when I'm about to put it in. Funny, right?"
No, it wasn't funny at all. And why is that? Because I'm one of those guys who lie about having done it before and I feel I'm going to chicken out any moment from now.
Is it too late to tell him to reschedule? I wondered when he suddenly said in an irritated tone,
"It was very unpleasant." This blocked out the idea of chickening out right there and then.
If I were going to do it then I'd better do it on this day and with a super hot and handsome man. Yes, that's the spirit.
"Ah, come to think of it," he said and stood to his feet, my eyes fixed on his face. "I never asked you this. What's your experience?"
God, this was the one question I wished he would not ask. I didn't want to lie, only to get found out later. But I was scared of telling the truth.
I gulped, my throat feeling parched.
"Is... Is there a reason you're asking?" I asked in return.
I decided to play it safe for now and use that big brain of mine to get me out of this situation.
"Well, I need to know how to handle you." He said, gripping his fist tight and releasing it. "If you're a pro who does this a lot, then I don't have to be super careful, but if you're a virgin, or someone who's done it once or twice, then I'll have to take other measures." He said and then looked towards the drawer next to the bed.
On top of it were two packs of condoms and a sachet of lube. I knew that much cause I did my research on what one would find in a motel room so I wouldn't seem like a bumpkin.
But it seems like despite that knowledge, I was still going to be exposed.
"In any case," Mike continued. "I need to know how to handle you. If you're a virgin," he got closer, his hands pressed on the bed and his chin resting on my shoulder as he whispered, "I'll take very good care of you so you don't have to be shy and be honest with me. There's no shame in being a virgin."
His words were pretty reassuring accompanied by the heat of his body seeping into mine through my neck, but... For some reason, I held on to a stupid pride that wouldn't let me speak the truth.
This was my chance to come clean and just let him do things in the 'appropriate' manner but...
"O-once," I said and instantly regretted it. Why did I say that? I couldn't even take it back and had to continue. "I've done it only once," I added.
"So you're not a virgin." He said as he raised his body from mine, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, I've done it once but I..." I felt my insides screaming at me to just shut up but I kept talking, bringing up the most viable reason why I would appear like a virgin during sex. "I didn't like my first time."
"Hm? How so?"
"It didn't make me feel anything." He said. "T-the guy I did it with just wanted to get it done with. He didn't care about me."
Ah, what was with this lie? I've done it now.
"S-so, I've done it once, so I'm not a virgin, but I..." I raised my gaze. "I... I feel like a virgin because my body still feels unexplored. Is that a problem?"
My heart was thumping and screaming. My inner mind was once again in turmoil. Just what did I hope to gain from this lie?
I couldn't even look up for fear that I'll get caught.
"That experience must have left you uncomfortable." 'Mike' said, and I wondered if j had fully believed me. "There are assholes like that everywhere."
"Y-yeah," I said, stuttering with a bit of discomfort. "M-maybe, I wasn't his type and he just wanted to get over with it."
"But... do you know?" He leaned closer. "A cute guy like you is definitely my type." I am? "Don't worry, 'Bunny'," he smirked, and it felt like I had just made a contract with the devil. "I'll make sure to explore every single part of your body, just as you want."