Keep it in the book.

The other day I almost told a friend the horrific stuff that happened with my father. I usually don't tell anyone or want to tell anyone because it's so messed up and I don't want them to feel bad for me or look at me in a different way. I don't know if it was the whiskey or that I felt comfortable but it started coming out like word vomit. Mid conversation my friend got distracted and didn't ask about it again so I just kind of dropped it and didn't bring it up again. I was a little upset thinking maybe he didn't care but now I'm glad I didn't finish telling him. It is a lot to handle and I don't think it's fair I just throw it on him. I think it is best I keep it in the book. That way people have a choice if they want to hear it or not. It's kind of like a horror movie, some people can handle it and some can't. And I don't want to force someone who hates horror movies to watch one. 

He told me he liked my dress.

I asked him to take me to Jim Thorpe. He was never there before and it was my favorite place to go shopping. When we got there we got us some iced coffees then headed into an antique shop. The aisles were small and he was walking behind me. He told me he liked my dress. "Thank you" I said. Then he asked "Will you show me what's underneath?" I laughed bashfully. "No! Get out of here." I playfully turned around and pushed his shoulder. He grabbed my wrist and looked me in the eyes and said "Show me". He wasn't asking me to show him he was telling me to. He was giving me orders and I liked it. I could feel my heart start beating in my chest. I turned around and kept walking not knowing what to say. I walked passed a sheet hanging on the wall. I moved it over to see that it was covering a small closet. I looked back at him and smiled. Then I felt his hand grip my arm and he pulled me into the room. "What are you doing?, We are going to get caught!" I whispered then he put his hand under my chin, told me to be quiet and he kissed me. He took my iced coffee from my hand and set it on the ground. Then as he stood up I felt his hands go up my dress and he started rubbing me. I dug my head into his chest and could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. Then his hands moved to the sides of my underwear and he started pulling them down. "What are you doing?" I whispered as I laughed. I couldn't believe what was going on. He got on his knees as he pulled my underwear down to my lower thighs. He spread my legs apart, looked up at me and said "Shh, be quiet". Then I watched his head go under my dress and I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. "Oh my god". Feeling his warm mouth and tongue licking me sent chills up my back. I tried not to make a sound as I grabbed onto his shoulders and clenched his shirt in my fists. It felt so good that my knees started to shake. He stopped pleasuring me with his mouth and pulled my underwear back up. Then he stood up and kissed me. I moaned into his mouth as I tasted myself on his tongue. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Feeling him between my legs made me want him even more. He set me down and moved the sheet over to see if anyone was coming by. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me out. I was flabbergasted and couldn't stop smiling. I could feel the wetness between my legs as I walked behind him exiting the store. He told me we were going to go somewhere so he could finish what he started. I didn't argue with him. I wanted more. We got in his car and he started to drive. My crave for him grew stronger and stronger and I couldn't sit still anymore. I turned on my side, reached over and placed my hand near the zipper of his pants and started kissing his neck. I sat back in my seat and chuckled. If he only knew what I had in store for him. 

To be Continued...