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We stopped for the evening about fifty miles past Indianapolis
--
we’d considered stopping in the city, but in the end, decided that
it was
more fun to stick to the boondocks. We found a hotel attached
to a gas
station, Denny’s, and a QuikMart, and couldn’t resist ... it was just
so
redneck, we couldn’t pass it up. So, I filled my gas tank while
AJ went
inside to get our rooms.
When I met him outside of the hotel, he handed me a key.
“You’re
in room 12, I’m in lucky 13.”
“How much was it?” I asked, opening my purse.
He waved me off. “Don’t worry about it.”
I sighed. “That’s been your phrase of the day ... you’ve
paid for
everything! I feel so bad ...”
“Trust me, I’ve got the means. What’s the use of having
money if
you can’t spend it?”
“Well, okay,” I conceded. “So, it’s only 7:30 -- what do
you want to
do now?”
We were walking as we talked, and finally arrived at our rooms.
As
I opened the door, AJ waved a pamphlet at me. “They get cable
and
pay-per-view movies here -- why don’t we order a pizza and a movie
and
just chill out for the night?”
“Sounds like a plan to me ... but I want to take a shower first.”
“Me, too. I’ll come knocking when I’m done,” he decided,
and
disappeared into his room.
The hotel walls were thin -- by the time I stepped into my shower,
I
could hear him singing in his. As I let the water run over me,
I listened ...
he had an amazing voice, low and sexy. I didn’t know the song
he was
singing, but it sounded very sexual ... it turned me on, just knowing
that he
was just on the other side of the wall, naked. I found myself
wondering if
he had any more tattoos in places I couldn’t see.
I shook my head and placed my face in the shower spray.
I’d only
ever had sex with one person -- Steve -- and it embarrassed me to be
thinking that way about AJ. Even though, if I thought about it
objectively,
AJ was a much better sex object than Steve. Steve as a sex object
... I
laughed out loud. For the life of me, I couldn’t think of anything
I’d once
found sexy about him. He had the beginnings of a beer gut, his
eyes were
too close together, and his feet were a funny shape. Besides,
he sucked at
foreplay. At least, I hoped he sucked -- sex was highly underrated
if Steve’s
halfhearted pawing was all I could ever expect.
My mind wandered back to AJ ... I allowed myself to imagine him
in bed with me ... on top of me, his lips on my skin, his hands wandering
my
body. Unconsciously, my own hands mimicked the path I imagined
his
taking, down my sides, up my belly, around my breasts. AJ was
so much
more *alive* than Steve was out of the bed ... I could only imagine
what
kind of life he brought to sex.
I caught myself as I moaned aloud. The singing on the other
side of
the wall had stopped -- AJ was going to be knocking on my door soon.
I
had to pull myself together. I was sitting the shower, fantasizing
about sex
with someone who was still almost a complete stranger. That was
*so* not
me.
Then again, I wasn’t being terribly me. Maybe something
*could*
happen with AJ.
As I stepped out the shower and toweled myself off, I pushed that
thought out of my head. “Who says he wants you, anyway?” I muttered.
Steve was the only guy who’d ever wanted me before in my life -- or
pretended to, anyway. I knew how *that* turned out now.
If a loser like
Steve had lost interest in me so quickly, what business did I have
thinking
AJ might even start to like me like that?
I stood naked in front of the mirror, studying myself. It
was the
same old body and face staring back at me ... long, light brown hair,
oddly
colored hazel eyes, a standard sized body -- not voluptuous, not
anorexic-model-thin, just kind of straight and, well, average.
I didn’t stand
out in a crowd, and no one had ever told me I was sexy. Maybe
I was
pretty, if I bothered to put on makeup, but since I’d been crying,
my face
was red and slightly puffy. Yeah, Tori, I told myself, you’re
really going to
seduce Mr. Sexual over there. Right.
A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. “Just a minute!”
I
yelled, grabbing my clothes. It was better to just enjoy his
company as a
friend than to get my hopes up for something more. Just having
him near
was doing wonders for my mood -- there was no need to mess it up with
pipe dreams.
