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The first time I ever cheated! It was both terrible... and wonderful. An excerpt from my book: Finally, I agreed to meet Vance at a soda shop on Hay Street. I was excited and jittery at the same time. What the hell was I doing? I didn’t really look at Vance on the bus ride. I did not study him because I was in such a neurotic state while I followed Peyton to DC. Vance was sitting at the table sipping a coke. “Hi. I’m glad you came,” he said. “Hi,” I replied. “Want to do something?” “What?” “Come on,” he said as he grabbed my hand. I pulled it away when we got outside. He simply motioned me to follow him. I followed him to the Charles Hotel entrance and stood outside when he walked in. I looked around, hesitating, not knowing what to do. Vance came out and motioned me to come with him. He reserved a room. I followed him to the elevator. My hands were sweating. What was I doing? This is wrong. But I wanted to go so I followed Vance. He unlocked the door and we went in. The room was small but clean. He pulled out a small bottle of liquor and set it on the dresser. He went to the bathroom and shut the door. I sat down on the chair and stared at the bathroom door. “Are you ok?” he asked when he came out of the bathroom. “Yeah,” I replied. “Come here,” he said softly. I walked to him. He pulled me down beside him on the bed. He pushed my long hair back gently and massaged my neck. A thrill ran through me as goose bumps popped out on my arms. Vance kissed my neck and gently massaged my body, moving his hands over my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. I gasped. My stomach quivered. We kissed deeply. I watched as he undressed. Tentatively, I began to undress slowly. I didn’t want to do anything provocatively because I didn’t know what provocative was anymore. He held my hand as he guided me between the sheets. Vance was so gentle I could not believe it. I rocked with him sensually. It was mind blowing. He kissed me each time I moaned. I closed my eyes, afraid to make real what was happening. Our hands, arms, tender and warm skin against skin, lips touching—this was all real. After we were both satisfied, he rolled over and looked at me. “You’ve never done this before, have you?” he asked. “No,” I replied as I felt a tear slide down. “I wanted to and I had to. Do you understand?” he asked as he wiped my tear away. “I wanted it too, Vance but...” “You needed it as much as I did. I’m glad we made love and I’m going to make love to you again, whenever you let me. I hope you feel the same.” “This was good, yes,” I said weakly. He reached over and pulled me to him, kissing my lips gently. “Good. Now, take a nap.” Hours later Vance woke me up with a kiss. “Time to go, sleepy head,” he whispered. “What time is it?” I asked sleepily. “Almost 5.” “Oh no! I have to go!” I dressed quickly.