Staying True - A Contemporary Romance Novel Read Online Free

I drifted away from reality
under the massager head of a shower and escaped into the memory of this girl,
this pure and pristine flower child of a girl. I succumbed to the ultimate
point of ecstasy, bucking, groaning, and panting in absolute pleasure.
    * *
    When I first met my wife Jessica, I
feared I’d never be able to blend into her world. She was wild, uninhibited,
and the star of the show. I assumed that blending into her life would be like
blending into a car wash. How right I was. Car washes could be really fun when
you close your eyes and let them take you for a ride.
    The first time I saw her work her
magic, my heart galloped along with her wild beat.
    I discovered her by accident. My
friends, Janie and Roxanne, wanted to celebrate their upcoming wedding with
fun, so they begged me to throw them the most spectacular bachelorette party.
At first, I planned to take them to dinner with a few of our close friends, and
then surprise them with a fun trip to Manhattan where we’d lose ourselves in
cocktails, dance, and enjoy whatever else the night tossed at us. Then Jessica
fell into my lap, literally.
    I had been lounging on the grass on
the quad reading my calculus textbook. The sun trickled through the leaves and
danced on the pages, making it difficult to focus on equations and variables. I
dug my mind into polynomials and tried to figure out how they could ultimately
fit into my life when a Frisbee smacked my head. Jessica stopped just mere
inches from my face to retrieve it. A tease whispered on her lips as they
curled up into a smile that I surmised she used on many occasions to jumpstart
hearts.
    I asked her, “Where did you learn
that graceful move?”
    She responded, “I’m a dancer. It
comes with the territory.”
    To this I asked, “A dancer? As in
ballet?”
    “As in Burlesque,” she said, then
jumped to her feet and strode away. She looked over her shoulder and winked,
then ran towards the coeds waiting for her return.
    The idea to hire a Burlesque dancer
had never occurred to me until that moment. After this girl walked away, I
wanted her. I wanted her to be the one who would add value and mystique and
thrill to my friends’ bachelorette party. For the days that followed, I sought out
this girl. I spied on her playing Frisbee under a canopy of sunny skies.
    My bravery arrived when her Frisbee
once again landed in my lap. Her eyes lit up as if in the presence of someone
beautiful. This warmed me straight through to my core.
    The night of the bachelorette party,
she stood amidst a circle of gorgeous women, swinging her hips and bending in
all the right places. She epitomized the beauty of a Burlesque dancer. Her
smile, the flirty crinkle around her eyes, the subtle snarl of her nose as she
captured the stage, stole my breath. Her hair bounced up and down along with
the rest of her God-given, prized features. She knew just how to land in front
of people and tease them into submission.
    Jessica stole the show, blinding us
bachelorettes to anything not golden-brown, not hot to the touch, not doused in
gritty skin and sex. Before long, all of us swooned together in one massive
wave of euphoria, sweat, and womanly lust. We swayed to a universal melody,
lacing our fingers, tracing them along each other’s curves, mesmerized as if
under a spell where beginnings and endings blurred into one ever-flowing vessel
of rippling highs and lows. Legs pretzeled against legs and arms caressed hips
and guided them in a fluid dance, bringing us to the root of ecstasy right
there at the base of this grandiose entertainment force known as Jessica.
    As I clung to the body of a blonde
girl with wide hips, Jessica and I locked eyes and shared a liberating moment.
Swooned by the flirt in her eye, I transformed into an empowered woman under
the strobe lights. Turned on by this drug, this nirvana, I changed. I was no
longer Nadia Chase, the boring girl with mousey hair and eyes set just a bit
too far apart. I was Nadia, the girl