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scared you by not knowing how to kiss, you know. That was my first time.”
    “Mine too,” she admitted and he reached across the seat to grab her hand. He rubbed her thumb in between his own thumb and forefinger and tugged at her, indicating for her to sit next to him. She dropped her purse on the floor and scooted over, feeling a little smug, like she was his girlfriend.
    He leaned over and started kissing her again, this time it was softer, more sensual. Columbia wished he’d pin her arms back, but she didn’t want to scare him off again.
    She was starting to relax and get into the kiss. Stuart pulled her towards him and she let her body fold against his. He took her hand and laid it on his lap, she could feel his erection through his jeans. She fought her urge to pull back, this was so far into new territory for her, she didn’t know what to expect.
    “Just rub it,” Stuart whispered, his breath ragged and hot on her lips.
    “Ok,” she whispered back and complied. She knew it would be more sensitive near the tip, so she concentrated on that area. He groaned and jerked his hips against her hand. increasing the pressure. Columbia had never done this, she understood the mechanics of bringing a man to orgasm, but had never been actually present during the moment.
    Stuart started to rub her back, his hands moving faster and faster, until they matched the rhythm of his thrusts. She felt odd, like she was part of a machine created to jerk Stuart off in the cab of his truck. It was a bizarre detachment that happened whenever she was involved in the pleasuring of another human being, but she didn’t know how to prevent it.
    Stuart started to slow his frenetic rubbing and thrusting. “I don’t want this to happen here,” he said as he pulled away and looked her in the eyes. “I want this to be special.”
    “I didn’t know you had thought about this,” Columbia replied. The effects of the beers were wearing off and she was starting to get a headache.
    “I have been thinking about it for years,” he said. He looked embarrassed, as if he had just admitted a weakness.
    “But you’re with Debbie now,” she told him, as if thinking of it for the first time. “This hardly seems fair to her, right?” The beers were definitely wearing off as she came to her senses.
    “I know, you’re right,” he replied. “You just look so incredible when you’re excited about something. Most of the time you walk around like you’re in a fog, I can’t see you behind your eyes a lot of the time. I wonder where you’ve gone. But tonight, you had a fire and it reminded me of how amazing you are. You are a very beautiful girl, but you know that.”
    She softened and forgot Debbie again. She felt Stuart’s finger begin to caress her hand and she stared into his eyes for any hint of irony or deception. He was sincere. He thought s he was beautiful. She just wanted to be thought of this way and not have people question her about it.
    “Thank you,” she managed to whisper and he swept her into a kiss once again. He released her hand and let his travel up and down her arm. She was wearing a snug black hoodie, so he couldn’t feel her flesh, but the sensation of being touched by him was intense in its honesty. Stuart believed in her beauty.
    He reached her hand and slid his slowly back up in a languid stroke. His tongue filled her mouth and she closed her eyes to lose herself in the moment. His hand reached the sleeve of her hoodie and he slid his fingers underneath, to her flesh.
    She jumped and tried to pull back but he already had his hand up her sleeve , sliding along her skin, touching her .
    He jerked his hand back and pulled away from her. His eyes were full of confusion and he said, “What was that?”
    She felt her heart thud to the bottom of the pit in her stomach and she was unable to speak. How could she explain to him all the darkness she carried with her, the unexplainable oddities?
    How could she look at him now