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sighed.
     
    "If you're not ready to tell me you want to have sex, you're not ready to have sex," he said, and when I dropped my shirt and looked at him again, he was fully dressed, looking regretful, and tapping one foot a little on the floor.
     
    "No -" I began, but he didn't let me finish.
     
    "Come on, Kiara, let's get you dressed and I'll take you to lunch. We could go see one of the terrible movies that's probably playing right now, and then I'll drop you off at your house."
     
    I felt like he had slapped me. Why was he treating me like a child, when I wanted to be treated like a woman?
     
    "Because you're acting like one," a voice whispered inside me. "Hiding in a dirty shirt isn't confident and adult, it's just pathetic."
     
    My cheeks burned and I knew that the little voice inside me was right. If I wanted to get fucked, I had to act like it.
     
    Without saying a word, I placed my handful of clothing on the couch and stood up.
     
    Slowly, I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, and turned around to let Roger look at my ass as I bent over a little and eased my panties down over my rear so that I could drop them down on top of my skirt.
     
    I stepped out of the last of my clothing and walked very slowly and deliberately to the foot of the stairs. As I placed one hand on the banister, my heart thumped so loudly that I'm not sure I could have heard Roger say anything if he'd spoken.
     
    I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled. I hoped it was a confident smile, the type I'd seen women give their lovers in romantic movies, but I could feel my knees tremble and I didn't have a lot of hope.
     
    The blood rushed to my sex with every step I took, I'd never felt so turned on - or so frightened - in my life. I was about to convince Roger to take my virginity!
     
    After flashing him that smile, I turned back and walked up the stairs, trying to deliberately sway back and forth so that my ass would move enticingly as I walked. I wasn't as graceful as I usually am, my cheerleading coach would have my head, but it was better than hiding my face and hoping my old friend would take pity on me and deflower me.
     
    I reached the door at the end of the hall that led to his private sanctum, his personal bedroom, and hesitated with my hand on the door. Would he be upset with me, for walking into his secret space without so much as asking permission?
     
    I hoped he'd forgive me, and I walked inside.
     
    His bedroom was beautiful, with a large four-poster bed and plenty of light, open space. I didn't see any storage for clothing, but several doors led off of the space, so one was probably a closet.
     
    I walked over to the bed and stroked one of the thick wooden columns. It was a dark wood, polished to mirror-bright perfection, and I saw iron loops emerging from it in an attractive pattern. It occurred to me that the loops were set up in such a way that something - or someone - could be tied to them.
     
    I carefully fingered the heavy green coverlet and eyed the embroidery. Was I really about to climb into his bed?
     
    Yes, I was. It was now or never.
     
    Carefully, I climbed up into the enormous bed and positioned myself in the center, leaning back against the pillows and staring at the door. My eyes were so wide with nerves that they were beginning to ache, but my body was on fire with need and desire.
     
    His presence filled the doorway as he paused, looking at me without saying a word. I could feel the heat as his gaze scorched me.
     
    My legs were crossed, hiding my sex in shadow, but my breasts were totally bare to him, as well as my long dark arms and legs and my taut, quivering belly.
     
    As he stepped into the room, I saw that he was totally naked, a state I'd never seen a grown man in. His body was lean and muscular, carefully groomed, with thick, dark hair on his legs and arms, a hairless chest, and a patch of wiry hair on his groin, right above his enormous erection.
     
    I had touched that