Nice Girl
Authors: Kate Baum
Nice Girl
By Kate Baum
Text copyright ©2012 Kate Baum
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No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the author, except for brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews are permitted.
This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The author acknowledges the use of the following trademarks:
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To my favorite romance authors: Lora, Laurann, and Lorelei.
I have read every book you have written!
It is because of my love of your novels,
I was finally able to find the courage to write my own fantasies.
Table of Contents
“When you sit with a nice girl for two hours, you think it’s only a minute. But when you sit on a hot stove for a minute, you think it’s two hours. That’s relativity.”
Albert Einstein
Chapter 1
I knew I was doing it wrong.
I just wasn’t feeling what I was told I should be feeling. Wasn’t college supposed to be the beginning of one’s sexual awakening?
Or so I read.
I guess I experienced sex like other girls at college did. I slept with a few guys. Not too many that I considered myself a slut. I felt like I enjoyed it at the time.
Until today.
I had this feeling that something was missing. There was an emptiness later that I just couldn’t figure out. I finally figured it out today.
We were sitting in Eve’s bedroom on a lazy August Saturday. Here I was with my three best friends since ninth grade – Eve, Janie, and Dee. Sometimes I wish I would have bottled that feeling. Being with girls you’ve grown up with. That comfort and security that you can say whatever you want and be whoever you want.
We all had our roles in our little group. Eve was the brave one. During sleepovers, she killed the spiders that we all screamed at in the basement. She was the one who went first in the haunted houses as we all clung to one another. Dee was the smart one, the go-getter, the motivator. Every group of girls needed the organizer. The one who actually made sure the plans were set, the tickets bought, and we had a full tank of gas. That was Dee. Janie was the funny one. She always made us laugh. She could do accents like no one I’d ever met. Janie found humor in every situation.
I was considered the nice one. I made sure that birthdays were remembered and celebrated. I was the mediator when feelings were hurt. My mother always said I displayed every feeling I had on my face. There were times I felt I internalized the emotions of everyone around me. If someone cried, I cried. If I was angry, my face shook when I spoke. I hated this part of me. It made me feel weak. Except when I was with my girlfriends. Then I felt I could wear every thought and not feel judged.
We were spending as much time together as we could. We were all aware it was our last summer together. Dee was starting law school in the fall in Chicago. Janie was finishing her last year of college. She was a year behind all of us because she took a year abroad for her Co-op. It was her dream to stay in Massachusetts when she officially graduated. Eve was going to graduate school for free as part of an agreement to teach in a school on an American Indian reservation in South Dakota. We weren’t going to see Eve for a long time.
I was the only one who didn’t know the next step. I cringed at the thought of being stuck in this sleepy beach town of Lake Wacone, Illinois. However, at this moment, all I wanted to do was hang with my gals and laugh until my sides hurt.
Janie was reading out loud from one of those erotic romance novels she found on her mother’s nightstand. It was a story about an inexperienced twenty something girl who met a dominant. As all these stories go, she resisted him at first. Then he gave her the orgasm of her dreams.
“He looked at her with fierceness in his eyes. She wanted to say no but she was drawn to him.”
Janie emphasized each sentence with a thick ridiculous southern accent.
“Before she knew it her hands were tied to the bedpost. How did that happen so fast she thought?”
“Because you’re an idiot.” Eve answered.
“Quiet Eve! I want to hear what happens next.” Dee reprimanded.
“A little desperate are we?” Eve snickered.
“Well I am” I piped in. “Miss Southern Belle, please continue”
“Thank you Grace” Janie answered in character. “It is nice to see someone with the manners I grew up with that can only come from the fine breeding of the South.”
“You grew up in Lake Wacone, Illinois, you loser.” Eve shot back.
“Eve, shut up!” I think the three of us said at once.
Janie continued “
Annie soon realized that even though her hands were restrained, she didn’t feel fear. Her body tingled with his every touch. It was as if she craved him. She didn’t understand what was happening. Why did she want him so much? Why was there a wetness between her thighs?”
“EWW” Eve couldn’t resist.
“Oh Eve, it’s not like you aren’t wet right now listening to this story.” Dee countered.
“Okay, maybe a little” Eve answered and we all laughed. That is what I loved about Eve. She was brutally honest.
“Trust me, Annie. I will take care of you. I’ll give you everything you need. He spoke so gently to her as he tied her ankles to the bedpost. She couldn’t believe she was spread eagle on the bed. She didn’t care. All she knew was at that moment; she would do anything for him”
“How could she do anything for him tied up spread eagle on the bed?” Dee asked. At that point, we didn’t stop laughing for at least five minutes.
“He plunged face first in her hot wet pussy. She wanted to say stop but all she could do was moan in EC-STA-SY
.” Janie made sure she said ecstasy in breathy slow syllables as if to emphasize her point.
“As he circled her clit with his tongue, she felt her insides quiver and he took her higher and higher. No! She shouted as he continued to suck with a force she could not deny. “
“Okay there is the problem right there.” Dee stood up. “From all my volunteer work in the legal aid office, date rape is a serious campus problem. Girls want to say no but they CAN’T because a guy’s tongue feels SO GOOD. Guys hear this and think no doesn’t mean no.”
Three pillows get thrown at Dee’s face.
“Janie, please ignore Miss Buzz Kill and continue.” I beg.
“A little too excited, Grace?” Eve snorts.
“Yes, I will admit it! After listening to this story I now realize I have had horrible sex.”
“Oh, Grace. We’ve all had horrible sex. What do you expect from a bunch of loser college boys?” says Dee who loves to play the practical one.
“Guys.” I cringe. “ I can’t believe I am going to say this out loud.” Three faces stare at me in anticipation. “I have never had an orgasm.”
Silence follows for about five seconds then all three of them start laughing. Oh, they try to be subtle at first. Eve turns her head. Dee puts her face in one of the pillows that was thrown at her. Janie covers her face with that wretched book. However, soon I start to giggle and then forget it, we’re all roaring.
“I can’t believe you all are laughing at me. I just had an epiphany. I have been doing it wrong. My insides have never quivered. I have never screamed out my lover’s name in EC-STA-SY.“ I make sure I say ecstasy just like Janie did.
“Grace, I doubt any of us have experienced sex like this book. It is fantasy.” Says the now annoying practical Dee.
“Well, let’s examine this further, Miss Dee.” Eve pipes in. “Women are supposed to come like men do during sex, correct?” We all nod our heads. “Then this book can’t be too much fantasy. We’re supposed to orgasm and I, like Grace, have had shitty sex. So Grace, I share your pain.”
“Okay, let’s not be too hard on ourselves. Geez, I regret bringing the book.”
“No, Janie, I’m glad you did. I really want to talk about this.” I
needed
to talk about this. As usual, my gloominess showed right on my face.
“Grace, what’s the matter?” Now carefree Janie looks concerned and I feel like a downer.
I don’t know if I can put it into words so I just start talking, hoping I can make sense about what I‘m feeling. “I’ve had sex a total of three times. I thought I’d liked it. I
thought
I was enjoying myself. But now when I think about it. I never had a guy give me an orgasm. I had a guy go down on me. It was hot. But now I think it was just the idea of it. It didn’t last long enough for me for me to feel what I now know I should’ve been feeling. It didn’t do anything for me. Each time it ended, I felt unsatisfied and I thought it was
me
. Like I was some loser who didn’t know what to do in bed. I’ve been avoiding men ever since.”
“That’s because the guys you were messing around with didn’t know what they were doing, Grace. Not that I’m an expert.” Janie then adds in a quieter voice. “I’ve never had an orgasm either.”
Three sets of eyes look at Dee.
“Don’t look at me. I have no idea what Southern Belle Annie is talking about. Yep, I am also part of the sex club of guys that don’t know how to pleasure a gal.” Dee laments but then as if she cannot resist her pragmatic side, “Let’s evaluate this, shall we girls? We all lost our virginity around the same time in our lives, correct?”
The three of us nod our heads in agreement. It was kind of uncanny. We went to four different colleges yet all four of us lost our virginity during our sophomore year. It was as if the magic age of 19 was our calling. It was different circumstances for each of us and not all in the same month. Now that would be creepy. But we all were 19.
Eve was first. It was on a second date with a guy. She claims she was too turned on by him to keep waiting. She dated him two more times before she walked in on him in bed with her roommate. The roommate went running out of the room but Eve locked the door and starting throwing everything in the room at the guy. She figured it was the roommate’s stuff so what did she care.
Janie lost her virginity the following Christmas. This was to a guy from high school that she ran into over break that she always had a crush on. She didn’t call him and he didn’t call her. She just wanted the fantasy. It also didn’t help that the guy’s girlfriend worked with us one summer at Lake Wacone’s ice cream shop.
