Chapter 7

You looked up from the book, about three pages in and already decided that you would probably find a copy for yourself, when April came back out of the bathroom. She’d touched up her makeup, and her hat was gone and she’d redone her hair. It wasn’t quite as perfectly presented as it had been earlier for the photos, but looked more natural because of it.

“This is pretty good,” you said, raising the book and then closing it.

“I’m enjoying it so far,” she said, walking across the living room area with a slightly raised eyebrow as she looked you over. You started to stand up, thinking you’d be leaving, but she stepped right up to you and put a hand on your chest, leaning in and kissing you.

“Mm!” you mumbled in surprise and sat back down, April followed you without breaking lip contact and then was straddling and sitting on your knee as she kept kissing you.

“I don’t normally do this,” she murmured in between kisses. “I just really like you, Ollie.”

And she kissed you again.

Eventually, she realized you weren’t really kissing her back and she pulled away looking confused. Then she saw the look on your face. “Wait, what’s wrong?”

“I- uh ... um...” you stammered.

“Do you not ... was I reading all of this wrong?” April asked.

“I ... April, I don’t know what’s going on,” you said.

April looked at you like you’d spoken in Klingon or something. “Wait, I thought you were flirting with me,” she said. “And I was flirting back. I invited you up...”

“Oooh,” you said, things clicking into place. “I didn’t realise-”

She blinked. “You didn’t realise ... what asking you up to my hotel room meant?”

“Um- No,” you said, blushing furiously.

April opened her mouth a little and then clicked it shut as she looked your face over again. She frowned a little and reached down and took your hands in hers as she looked at you seriously. “Ollie, are you a virgin?”

Again, that heat in your face got warmer. “Yeah. I- Is this like a candid camera prank show or something? Because I don’t-”

“No!” April said. “God, no, Ollie. The whole App thing ended as soon as we left the restaurant. I promise. Cross my heart. Fuck, I should have realized I guess...” She stopped and took a breath. “Ollie, I really like you. I didn’t know what to expect with the whole App contest thing. I figured I’d show up, take some photos with a fan, have an awkward dinner and then go see that crappy movie. Maybe give him a kiss on the cheek before I got a ride back here. I never thought I would meet someone as sweet, and goofy, and full of heart like you. You’re funny and get my references and the way you talk about your friends tells me you really love them and that tells me a lot about who you are. And then you brought me to a place that was special to you, and you didn’t try to show off by telling them who I was, and you made it special for me too. You swept me off my feet - this has been the best date I’ve ever been on, and that includes when my high school crush asked me to the prom.”

You looked at her, a million thoughts running through your mind all at once and becoming a jumbled mess.

“Really?” you asked.

“Yes, really,” she said. And then she sealed it by kissing you again. This time you managed to kiss her back a little.

“So ... what happens now?” you asked, thinking of the fact that April would be leaving sometime soon. It wasn’t like you could date her or something, even if that would be awesome.

“Now, I need you to trust me,” she said and slipped from your knee to stand. She was even shorter without her heels or just the small boost of her Converse shoes, but she still pulled you to standing and led you from the living area into the bedroom. You were sweating as she brought you over to the end of the bed and had you sit. Then she took a step back, letting go of your hands, and she unzipped her sweater and let it drop from her shoulders before pulling her shirt up and over her head to reveal the smooth, softly caramel-coloured skin of her stomach and the burgundy bra that was holding her heavy breasts in place. It was lingerie the same colour as the dress she had worn earlier, with a flower-like lace detailing that was sheer enough in places that you could see the soft outline of her areola through it.