This question really took me back to last night.
Even though Catherine and I had just met, we were remarkably compatible when it came to making love. Particularly in our interactions after making love, she and I were entirely like a couple deeply in love.
Sure, she was tight and not super wet, and her skills weren't top-notch. She was shy and inexperienced.
But that didn't change the fact that she made me feel amazing, way better than Grace and Sophia ever did.
With Grace and Sophia, it was all about the physical stuff. With Catherine, it felt like my soul was happy.
"Pretty good," I nodded, keeping it casual.
"Is she a virgin? Was she really tight?" John's eyes lit up like he'd just won the lottery.
"Of course, my girl's gotta be a virgin."
"Man, you're lucky. Hot girls just throw themselves at you. I'm so jealous."
I laughed and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, your time will come. I barely slept last night, so I'm gonna catch some Z's now. Don't bother calling me for lunch."
I left the laundry room and bumped into Emily as soon as I stepped out.
She was standing there, and when she saw me, there was this flash of sadness in her eyes, like I'd let her down.
I knew she'd overheard my chat with John. She was jealous knowing I'd been with another woman.
I didn't understand that when she caught me with Grace, she wasn't jealous and even wanted to join in. Yet now, when she heard that I had been with a virgin, she turned sad.
I didn't think too much about it, though. I didn't like her, so her feelings didn't matter to me.
"Morning," I said as I walked past her to my room.
Just as I was about to close the door and crash, a foot blocked it.
I didn't expect Emily to be so persistent and follow me. I quickly glanced towards the laundry room.
Luckily, it was far enough, and John didn't notice.
But to avoid any surprises, I grabbed Emily's arm, pulled her in, and locked the door.
"Is this not over yet? I've turned you down so many times. Why do you keep bothering me?" I pressed her against the door, trying to keep my anger in check.
"I just want to know why other women can be with you, but I can't."
"There's no need for a reason. I just don't like you!"
"But... am I different from other women? Whatever they have, I possess as well!" A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Whatever? Do you have a hymen, lovemaking skills, or a good body? No, you don't. So why would I want to be with you? Do you think I'm not picky? Just because a woman undresses in front of me, I'd go for it?" I shot back, dripping with sarcasm.
In the past, I might've been less choosy, but these stunning mature women and shy Catherine had raised my standards.
I really had no interest in an ordinary girl like Emily.
Emily's face turned even more embarrassed, her lips going a bit pale.
She seemed to get it—she knew she didn't measure up to others.
Her most attractive qualities were her innocent demeanor and looks, which was why John liked her.
Even I had a soft spot for her, but once I found out she was a home-wrecker and had been with a guy in his late thirties, my interest plummeted.
"Give up on me. You should look around, and you'll find someone who loves you is waiting for you."
"You mean John?"
"He's a good guy." I didn't deny it, but I didn't confirm it either. I felt a bit guilty pushing John out there.
"Okay, I get it." Emily nodded, slipped out of my grip, and left.
Finally, peace. Watching her leave, I shut and locked the door, then jumped into bed, stripped down, and crashed hard.
When I woke up, I had no clue what time it was. The blanket was on the floor, and I felt dizzy with a stuffy nose.
Just as I was starting to feel a bit better, my phone under the pillow started buzzing, making my head throb.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I grabbed the phone without checking who it was. "Hello?"
"It's me, Catherine. Where are you right now?" Her gentle voice cut through my grogginess.
"I'm at home." My voice came out all hoarse, like I'd swallowed glass.
"What's wrong? You sound weird."
"It's nothing, probably just lack of sleep and a cold."
"Okay, I told my dad about us. Can you still come meet him?"
"Of course, no problem. Give me the address, and I'll get dressed and head over."
"No need, give me your address, I'll come pick you up."
I thought about it and figured it was fine, so I gave her my address.
I stood in front of the closet, picking out clothes. I only had five suits, but one of them was a high-end one.