I walked to the fridge to grab the waters and recounted this morning slash afternoon’s events. I was still in shock that I had actually gotten naked with Gemma. And done things I had been dreaming about for years.

She was so much better than any of my dreams ever were. And I had had a ton of ultra-hot dreams. But in the flesh, fuck, I ran my hands through my hair. I glanced at the microwave, it was 7:56pm. The last nine hours had flown by and I had enjoyed every single second.

I was semi-hard after making her cum, but I knew I needed to save actual sex for another day. As much as I enjoyed today, I knew we had crammed a lot into it. I also knew she had no clue how she’d feel later on tonight or tomorrow.

If I was the first two-person orgasm she’d ever had, then I was guessing she’d never cum four times in an afternoon before.

Maybe she had, but somehow, I doubted it.

I leaned in to grab the waters and thought about how beautiful she was. Thankfully, she had been uninhibited about showing me her body. She’d had only one brief moment of hesitation all day. And then she was game for whatever. My cock jerked when I thought about our afternoon escapades. She was quite the little sexpot. To wake up with her going down on me was un-fucking-believable. She was so eager to please me. She was going to make some man extremely happy someday.

The smile on my face faltered. The thought of her doing these things with someone else really bothered me. I shook the thought from my head. Hypocrite. I grabbed our waters and, as I stood to turn and walk back to the bedroom, saw her.

She stood in the entryway wearing my discarded shirt, the sleeves rolled up, her dark hair was out of the pony tails and hung in waves loosely around her. She was breathtaking.

“Hi,” she smiled tentatively. “I think you’re right about food being a good idea too. What’re you in the mood for?” She reached for the water as I closed the fridge. I twisted off the top and passed her one, then opened my own and chugged. The cold water helped me refocus.

“Depends. You wanna order something or do you want to get dressed and go to dinner somewhere?” As much as I didn’t want to have her get dressed, I knew if I wanted to wait for sex it was the best option.

“Um, I’m good with either. What do you want?” She came closer and dragged her finger down my chest as she looked up with the bluest set of fuck me eyes I’d ever seen.

I grabbed her hand before it could descend any lower and pulled her soft body flush with mine. I couldn’t resist temptation and I leaned down and kissed her cold lips.

“As much as I want to take you back in that other room and ravish you, I think we should get dressed and go out. Remember this is about more than just sex. It’s good to build anticipation.”

“Ok,” she reached up and began unbuttoning my shirt. “I guess you’ll be needing this then.” It puddled on the floor around her feet and she stood before me completely naked once more. “Guess I’ll go get dressed.” She turned and I couldn’t help but notice her perky ass bounce as she walked out of the room.

She was more than a temptress, she was an enchantress, and if I didn’t know better I would almost swear she had cast a spell on me many, many years ago. I had my work cut out for me, she was going to be a handful. I chuckled as I picked up my shirt from the floor and shook it out. When I got back to her bedroom she was nowhere to be found. Then I heard water running from her bathroom and figured she must be getting ready. I retrieved the rest of my clothes from the floor and headed to her hallway bathroom to clean up and get dressed.

Once dressed, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked different somehow, my smile was different or something. I cocked my head trying to figure it out, then ran my hands through my hair again. I must be losing it. I pulled my phone from my pocket and called to make us a reservation. There was a restaurant I had been dying to try and it seemed like it would be the perfect place for the night.

“Thanks for calling Hillstone Restaurant, this is Jessica, how can I help you?” A woman’s happy voice came through the line.

“Hi Jessica, I know it’s late notice but I’d like to make a reservation for two for 9:00pm. Can you squeeze us in?”

“One moment, sir, let me check.” There was a pause on the line while I could hear nails tapping a keyboard and background music playing. “I could get you in at 9:15pm, if that would work.”

“Perfect. Can I order a bottle of Cristal in advance? I’d like it on the table when we arrive.”

“Absolutely, sir. What name would you like the reservation under?”

“Davenport.” I spelled it out for her and heard the keys clacking again as she entered it into the system.

“You’re all set, Mr. Davenport. See you at 9:15pm.”

I thanked her and disconnected the call. I made my way back to the kitchen and finished my water while I waited for Gemma.

She didn’t disappoint when she emerged a short while later in some skinny jeans and a sexy fitted top with stilettos. Her makeup was nighttime appropriate and her lips were bare, except for what might have been a clear sheen of chapstick.

“You look beautiful, as always.” I reached out and took her hand. I brought it to my lips and kissed the back, then kissed up her wrist and tugged her into me so I could make my way to her full lips. I kissed her briefly and pulled back. “I’ve noticed that you’re lips always taste like cherries or something fruity. It makes me want to devour you.”

“Being devoured sounds beyond appealing. We could stay in, ya know? We don’t have to go out,” she smiled up at me hopefully, as she pressed her breasts into my chest and suggestively tipped her pelvis up to meet my own.

“I already made our reservation, but I may end up having you for dessert later.” I smirked at her as I took her hand and led her out the door. “All set? You have everything you need?” I asked as we walked to the car.

“I do.” She smiled broadly and for some reason I felt like her answer was about more than the personal items she was carrying.

I opened her door, then jogged to my side of the car and hopped in. “Counting Stars” by One Republic had just started. Gemma sang along, everything that kills me makes me feel alive, and I thought about how every song I’d been hearing lately fit our situation so perfectly. As the song faded out I heard Gemma’s stomach grumble loudly.

“Guess there’s no denying I’m hungry,” she laughed. “So, where are we headed?”

“Hillstone Restaurant. It’s a steakhouse that one of my tenants was recently raving to me about. So, it should be good. Have you been there?” I glanced over, as I adjusted the volume on the radio.

“I haven’t, but I’ve heard good things. To be honest, I could eat fast food right now and it would probably taste gourmet to me. I didn’t realize just how hungry I was until we got in the car,” she shrugged as she looked out the window.

“Good thing it’s not a far drive then. I’ll get you fed asap.”

“Thanks for always lookin’ out for me,” she smiled.

“Anytime.” I replied. And I meant it. I’d always look out for her and her best interests. It was nice to feel needed.

Who was I kidding? It was nice to feel needed by Gemma.

* * *

We approached the hostess stand and I gave them my name. She grabbed the menus and led us straight back to our table. It was fairly secluded, tucked back to the side, away from the majority of the rest of the place, and in the center of the table was the Cristal I had ordered.

“Your server will be with you momentarily. Is there anything you need in the meantime?” The hostess asked with a smile.

“Nope, I think we’re all good,” Gemma smiled back, and with that she turned and walked away, leaving us to look over the menus. “Did your tenants give you any pointers on what was good?”

“Only that they come here all the time and everything the chef makes is amazing. I do recall them mentioning the slow-roasted pork though.”

“I’ll get that, it looks good. Wanna get something different and share?”

“Sure,” I looked over the menu. “Should we start with the rosemary focaccia?” The waitress appeared just as she nodded back, and I closed my menu.

I placed our order, requesting the filet, medium rare, as our other meal. I knew how much Gem loved red meat.

“Drink?” I offered lifting the bottle from the ice bucket.

“Yes, please. Is that Cristal again?” She looked surprised.

“Yes, it’s Cristal. I figured champagne was good for tonight since we’re celebrating.” I took her flute and began to pour.

“What are we celebrating?” She looked at me cautiously as I passed her drink back and began pouring my own.

I paused as I set the bottle back in the bucket and then lifted my glass to her.

“To our new partnership and to being open to learning new things. May things only get better from here on out.” I smiled as I tipped my flute towards hers.

“To being Mr. and Ms. Right Now.” She clinked her glass to mine and we both sipped.

I knew I put the whole Right Now thought into her head, but damnit, I didn’t want to think about our scenario in those terms. We were just two best friends helping each other out. What else were best friends for?