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he could kiss me again. At that moment, we both knew where this little joyride was going to end up. There was an undeniable chemistry between us. Even if it only ended up being a one-night stand, I wanted to be with this guy.
    Twenty-five minutes later we pulled up in front of a house. I’d been so busy daydreaming about the two of us making love I hadn’t paid much attention to the route he took. “Where are we?”
    “My house,” he said.
    I glanced up at the two-story colonial. “Your house as in ‘you own it,’ or your house as in ‘you stay here with your momma’?”
    Michael chuckled. “It’s my house. I bought it, but I do have roommates.”
    I looked at the large house again, impressed. “You own this place?”
    “Yes,” he said as he opened his door to get out.
    I’d only slept with four guys in my life, but there was no doubt he was going to be number five—and my first white boy. I still couldn’t believe my luck. He was cute, ambitious, and owned his own home. I must have died and gone to heaven, because I didn’t know anyone our age who owned a house. Heck, I didn’t know many people of any age who owned their own homes after the recession.
    I turned away, imagining him reading my dirty thoughts.
    Once again he walked around the car and opened my door. He held my hand as we entered the quaint house. His roommates, two black guys who looked like athletes, were playing on an Xbox in the living room. I could tell they were in the middle of some heavy competition since they barely acknowledged us. That was fine with me, because all my attention was on Michael, who quickly guided me past them, up the stairs and into his bedroom.
    I was even more impressed by Michael when I saw his room. It was far from the typical messy, mattress-on-the-floor, twentysomething-year-old male’s room. His room had style and taste and, surprisingly, it was neat. Everything was in the right place, and the covers were smoothed over the big-ass water bed that dominated the room. I couldn’t control my grin. Sure, I’d seen water beds on television and always thought they were cheesy, but now that I was standing in front of one, it was actually intriguing. This was about to be a long series of firsts, I thought as a laugh escaped my lips.
    “What’s so funny?” Michael asked as he leaned in and kissed the back of my neck.
    “Before you came along I thought today was going to be the worst day of my life,” I confessed.
    He walked over to the dresser and pulled out his weed and started rolling a blunt. “Really? Well, the day’s not over, and you have no idea what I have planned for you.”
    I couldn’t help but blush. “I can’t wait to find out.”
    Michael took a hit, leaned in, and blew the smoke into my mouth before he planted a deep, passionate kiss on my lips. I held in the smoke as I enjoyed the feel of his body pressing against mine. When he broke our kiss, I exhaled then took the blunt from him, drawing on it until my lungs were full. I exhaled, and he kissed me again, exploring my mouth with his tongue. I had no idea one kiss could make my body tingle like that, but I definitely didn’t want him to stop.
    He sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. I plopped down beside him and nearly fell backward from the motion of the water bed mattress. He caught me in his arms and held me close as I tried to control a sudden case of the giggles. Whatever we’d been smoking was some really good shit, because there was no doubt I was high now.
    I usually wasn’t the aggressor in sex, but the combination of the alcohol I’d had earlier, the powerful weed, and Michael’s sexiness had me hornier than I could ever remember. When he leaned in for another kiss, I pushed him back on the bed and crawled on top of him. Our lips locked in the most deliciously lustful kiss.
    He moved his hand slowly up my thigh, raising my skirt and causing my pussy to throb in anticipation. As he reached a finger into my thong