Third Date by Kylie Keene
Publication date: June 20th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
At 23, Morgan is a little behind other women her age when it comes to dating and relationships. More specifically, she’s a virgin. Dating wasn’t a priority in high school and college, but now that Morgan has a job and her own apartment, she’s ready to jump back into the dating scene.
When Morgan’s friends at work inform her that most men expect sex on the third date, she panics. She’s convinced her lack of experience will be a total turn-off for guys and make for a really awkward third date. Her friends tell her to just do it with a random guy to get it over with, but Morgan isn’t sure that’s what she wants.
When she meets a guy she’s certain is her dream man, she’s ready to lose it on their third date. But doing so isn’t as easy as she thought. And then there’s the fact that she can’t get another guy out of her head.
Through a series of mishaps and misunderstandings, Morgan eventually finds herself at a place she wasn’t expecting, but the place she wanted to be all along.
Excerpt:
“Okay, here’s the deal. I’m ready to date but I’m kind of lacking in
experience.” I wait for their response but they say nothing, so I continue.
“What I mean is that I haven’t done the things that you’re claiming men expect
on a date.”
“Wait a minute.” Kayla sets her wine glass down. “Are you saying
you’re a virgin?”
“Yes.” I sit up straighter, the wine boosting my confidence. “I’m a
23-year-old virgin.”
“Hold on.” Kayla puts her hand up like she’s stopping traffic. “How is
that possible? I mean, I know you haven’t dated much but—”
“Don’t listen to her,” Paige says. “I think it’s sweet. And romantic.
You’re saving yourself for marriage. A lot of people do that. Good for you,
Morgan.” She raises her glass as if we should toast to my virginity.
I ignore her raised glass. “No, I’m not saving myself for anything. In
fact I really just want to get the whole sex thing over with, especially now
that I know men are expecting it by the third date.”
“That’s not true for all men,” Paige assures me.
“It’s all men.” Kayla pours herself another glass of wine. “So how
could this not happen in college?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t go to many parties and I didn’t live in the
dorms. I lived at home with my dad, so it just didn’t happen. Plus, I never
made it past the first couple dates with a guy. I wasn’t interested enough in
any of them to . . . you know.”
“If you can’t even say the word, you’re not going to be able to do
it.” Kayla jumps up and starts pacing the floor. “Okay, we can fix this. I can
find you a guy who would be more than happy to take care of this for you.”
“She’s not getting her car fixed here.” Paige shoots a dirty look at
Kayla, then turns back to me. “You need to find someone who cares about you.
Someone who will make this memorable for you.”
“I don’t know if I want it to be memorable. I think I might just want
to forget it after it happens and move on.”
“Yes, that’s exactly what you should do,” Kayla says. “My first time
was prom night junior year with this guy I was dating. I made it into this huge
deal and then it was over in like a minute. And he dumped me the next week. So
trust me, the first time sucks. You just want to get it over with.
“You should really think about this some more.” Paige uses her
mom-tone, soft-spoken and concerned. “You’ve waited this long. What’s the
rush?”
“I’m not in a rush. And I’m not saying I need to race out and have
sex. I just need to start dating. But if this third-date rule is a real thing,
or even if it’s four or five dates, then I don’t know what to do. I’m
completely inexperienced.”
Kayla takes some cheese from the tray and plops down on the couch.
“Just have sex and get it over with. I’ve already got someone in mind for you.
I’ll see if he’s free Friday night.”
“Friday night? As in this Friday night? That’s so soon. I don’t
think I can do that.”
Kayla gets up, grabbing her purse. “You can do it. I’ve gotta go.”
“Morgan, don’t listen to her. You’re not going to have sex with a guy
just to get it over with. And you’re not doing it with some random guy.”
“Paige is right, Kayla. That’s just not me. I at least need to know
the guy.”
“That’s why you’ll go to dinner first.” Kayla’s at the door, but she
turns back and says, “Show me your underwear drawer.”
“What? Why?”
She races to my bedroom. I run to catch up with her, Paige following
behind.
Kayla opens my top drawer and pulls out one of my bras. She holds it
up. “What is this? Polyester? Beige? It doesn’t even have wires in the cups. No
wonder you always look so saggy. Where do you even buy something like this?”
“They come in a two-pack,” I mumble. “You can get them anywhere.”
Paige stares at my beige bra, dangling in the air. “Um, maybe you
could get one or two new ones. I could go shopping with you if you want.”
I snatch my bra from Kayla. “But these are really comfortable. And I
don’t need that much support. I’m not exactly large-chested.”
Kayla takes it back and checks the size. “34C? That’s not small. You
need new bras. Just throw this one out.” She tosses it on the floor and reaches
in my drawer again. “Paige, look at this. It gets worse.” Kayla holds up a pair
of my underwear. Pink cotton high-cut briefs.
“What’s wrong with those?” I try to grab them but she holds them high
in the air. “They’re cut high up on the hip. They’re sexy.”
“You tell her.” Kayla says to Paige. “You’re better at saying things
nicely.”
Paige looks at the underwear, then back at me. “Well, I kind of wore
ones like that back in middle school. Not that you can’t wear them. I mean, you
could work out in them, I guess. But maybe it wouldn’t hurt if you got
something a little more, um, appealing to the opposite sex. Maybe something
that doesn’t come in a pack of six.”
“What do you wear?” I ask her. “You’re married. You shouldn’t
care what your underwear looks like.”
“I’m married, but I still want to look sexy.” She unzips the side of
her skirt to reveal her silky black bikinis. “These are my weekday ones. I have
better ones for the weekend.”
Kayla keeps snooping in my drawer. “That’s all you have in here? You
don’t even have one decent pair of underwear? There isn’t even any variety.
They’re all the same style.”
“I stock up every year during the back-to-school sales.” My voice
trails off as I realize how pathetic that sounds. I’ve been buying
back-to-school underwear! The kind meant for tweens! The kind that’s sold in
six packs! “All right. Maybe I could use some new ones.”
Kayla tosses my underwear back in the drawer and closes it up. “I’ve
gotta go. But we’ve got some work to do.”
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