The Good Girl by Emma Nichols Page A

get some experience.” He held me impossibly close. “You are by far, the most beautiful woman here. Look around. I’m so honored to be with you…” His words trailed off and I glanced about.

    There were plenty of attractive women. In fact, one was headed our way. She barely looked at Wyatt, which surprised me. Instead, she seemed focused on...me?
    “Hello,” she said, flipping her long black hair over her shoulder as she stood directly before me in a scarlet bustier. Tipping her head, she kissed me.

    Shocked, I didn’t know how to react. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was unexpected. “Hello,” I responded hesitantly when the kiss ended.

    “First time?” She asked boldly.

    Smirking, I responded while squeezing Wyatt’s hand tightly. “Is it that obvious?” Thankfully, he gripped mine back.
    “A little.” She smiled at me...like I was dinner...or dessert. “I’d love to pop that cherry,” she said as she reached over and stroked my long blonde hair.

    “Cherry?” I asked weakly. “I’m not a virgin…”

    “I never suggested you were, gorgeous. I’d just love to break in your bi-bone.” With that, she pressed her body against mine and kissed me once more before I could think or respond.

    When she pulled back this time, Wyatt leaned in and murmured in my ear, “You have no idea how hot that was. PS. #1: Kiss a girl.”

    Looking at the woman once more, I started to speak, but didn’t know what I would say. There were no words. At no point in my life had the possibility of a threesome or sex with another female ever been considered. Everything about this experience was as foreign as any I had ever participated in. Seeing my hesitation, Wyatt stepped in.

    “We just arrived. Could we have some time to get acclimated?” He asked kindly.

    The woman considered him for the first time. Smiling at him, she responded, “Absolutely. You two will be worth any wait.” Then with a sexy wink, she stalked off to find new playmates.

    Rubbing his hand up and down my arm, he watched me and measured my reaction. “There. Better?” He asked.

    Releasing the breath I hadn’t realized I held, I looked over at him, certain I was the picture of relief. “Much,” I said simply and offered him a reassuring smile.

    “Good. Let’s find a bathroom. I have to pee.” He smirked down at me.

    Shaking my head, I took his hand and let him lead me through the yard, back to the house. Sure enough, there were restrooms just inside the back door. Looking around, he seemed to consider the options. “Just wait here,” he suggested. “And don’t talk to anyone.”

    “What if someone speaks to me?” I asked, concerned. It went completely against my upbringing to be rude. Of course, it also went against my upbringing for me to even be here.

    “ Willow ,” he said in a tone that suggested he was mildly frustrated. Then he shook his head at me and locked himself in the bathroom.

    It’s hard to look cool while standing outside a bathroom. Though I did my best, I must have played it off badly. Suddenly a man appeared holding a cup out to me.

    “Here,” he said. “This will help with the nerves.”
    Studying him for a moment, I decided he looked completely harmless. Careful not to speak to him, I took the cup and smiled appreciatively before downing the contents. The entire cup. I was in the middle of passing the empty glass back when Wyatt emerged from the bathroom. Glancing first at me, then the guy, then the cup, and finally back to me before he acted. Snatching the cup from the guy, he glared at him.

    “What was this?” As he spoke, he closed the distance until their faces were inches apart.

    The guy smiled benignly and shrugged. “Just a little something to take the edge off, man. Your girl looked a little tense.”

    “I’m going to ask you one more time,” Wyatt said evenly. “Just once more.”

    Fearing that this was going to cause a scene, I stepped in between them. “Hey, babe. I’m