“I didn’t expect to hear from you,” she says, still with that feisty urban voice that always makes my heart go thump.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, you seemed kind of quiet and devoid of pep last time. I thought maybe discussing all those GIRLY feelings turned you off.”

“Hell no. Feelings are the best part about sex. Feelings are the cheese sauce on the nachos. Who wants just plain chips?”

“What about the guac or the hot sauce?”

“I like all three at the same time.”

“You’re so kinky! But don’t get any ideas. I don’t like to share.”

“The truth is, we fast-forwarded a lot through the typical dating process. Some of that was my fault. I told you, I was obsessed with you. Physically, emotionally… all I could think about was making you want me, the way I wanted you.”

“Well, I guess it worked,” she says, blushing a bit.

“And believe me, I know I’m not entitled to another round. I know you don’t believe in friends with benefits. So, I want to take you out like a somewhat respectable gentleman. And now that the sexual tension is out of the way, maybe we can be a little more real.”

“Well, I don’t know if the sexual tension is gone or not!” she says with a bubbly face. “Well, you know, I came and enjoyed myself. But you didn’t.”

“But I got what I wanted. Which was to make you come. I don’t know what will happen next, but even if I died right now, I’d die a happy man. Just having the memory of you. The memory of your voice going up the scale…”

“All right, you’re embarrassing me!”

I simper and prepare for the journey ahead. “I want to take you away. Show you my world. No lies, no sugar-coating it.”

I took Laura out of the country, literally escaped to the sea. Just the two of us on my private yacht, to a formal dinner. She looked stunning. She wore a sexy black lace dress, just a hint of cleavage, falling graciously to her mid-thigh. She knew what I wanted to see and she hid everything from me.

I wanted privacy. I had the dinner hosted and I bid the chef and the attendants farewell. I only wanted her company tonight. But not because I was so eager to plan our second affair. This time, I wanted all of her, her heart and mind, I wanted everything.

It was different this time. She sensed something had changed. Her eyes were glued to mine as she listened. She stopped patronizing me, pretending as if there was nothing between us like she used to. She looked at me like I was a man, not a criminal, not a psycho. Just some guy who she was aware of. Just another guy who found her beautiful and worth chasing.

But when she smiled at me, she looked at me like a man, a man she respected. Not trust, maybe trust is taking it a bit too far. She didn’t trust me, but she didn’t hate me either. She knew I was good at making her happy. And maybe she realized she really was deserving of happiness, even if it was short-lived, even if it didn’t make logical sense.

We dined. We didn’t actually talk much. We focused on the experience of eating together, like stuffy adults or something. Then we looked out into the moonlight from the top of the boat, looking at the stars.

Strange thing is, I didn’t make a move on her. Didn’t even feel tempted. I was just in that moment, thinking of where else I could take her. Paris or a celebrity gala? Swimming with dolphins? Ballroom dancing or tickets to a show that NO ONE can get into?

Hell, I could take her to Chernobyl! Umm, maybe not Chernobyl. That’s not really the romantic date someone like Laura is looking forward to. But I was so enthralled with her respectful silence, her complete change in disposition, that I just wanted the feeling to last. And I still do.

“It’s my birthday today,” I say casually. “Turned twenty-six.”

“Really?”

“I don’t really celebrate birthdays as much anymore. It was more of a teenage sex and drinking thing. Truth is, I’m kind of happy to be spending it with you.”

“That’s sweet. But hey, don’t you think you’re going to get lucky just because it’s your birthday.”

“I presume nothing. But then again, I think positive.”

We chuckle and go back to looking at the stars.

“I’ve always been curious,” I say as I gaze into her eyes from the edge of the boat, admiring the way the lights glitter in her pupils. “Why do you never kiss on the lips? Not you personally, but some of the girls that I’ve met. Is it really such a personal thing?”

“Hmm,” she reacts, staring back at me. That mysterious face always provoking me to a reaction. What does she really think of me? And does it matter, beyond what we crave from each other?”

“Maybe because convincing a girl to fuck and convincing her to open her heart feels very differently. Maybe you spend so much time going for Choice A, you never really wanted or needed Choice B.”

“I always thought sex led to romance and evolved into caring about someone. I always thought it was an evolutionary process.”

“I did think about kissing you. Even before the bookstore.”

“When?”

“When we were on that non-date. The first time you showed me your life. The real you or at least the only you there is that you ever show to people.”

“Why didn’t you kiss me?”

“A woman of grace never makes the first move.”

“So you mean, you wanted me to break my vow and just try to reach over and…”

“No, I didn’t. I just wanted to bask in that feeling. Sometimes it’s better, it feels better if it doesn’t happen. I don’t expect you to understand.”

“Then kiss me now. Under the stars. Right now.”

“No,” she says, but this time with a smile and not a grimace.

“Still resisting, are you?”

“Because my heart isn’t open. I’m sorry.”

I look down, feeling a bit desponded. But she hums just audible enough for me to look up at her.

“But I still crave you. I still want you.”

She walks over to me and puts her hand on my chest, tilting her head ever so softly, meeting my eyes. “Is that enough?”

I can’t help but crack my solemn grin and smile back. “Where do you like to be kissed then?”

“Sometimes I like to do the kissing,” she says as she keeps eye contact with me, while her hands meander down to my pants.

I smirk at her as she unzips my pants and selfishly, greedily, lustfully, manhandles my tightening erection. My stomach, my chest, turn inside-out, as the taste of forbidden passion overtakes me.

I get so hard, thinking that she doesn’t love me, but she craves me. The way I craved her from the day I met her and thought of her as nothing but a quick fuck. It caresses my ego, just as her cool hands caress my shaft.

“Don’t tell me the nickname again,” she says with a giggle. “It’s a turn-off.”

“You can call it whatever you want,” I say back to her, leaning on the rails and very eager to see Laura indulge herself. Use my body. Objectify it. Worship it. Spit in my face and laugh at my heart but make my cock hard.

And it is so hard, even as she gently rubs the hole of my dick, painting her fingers with my precum.

“Does this turn you on?”

“What do you think?” I say, smiling bigger as my cock grows even bigger. The shaft is so long, it catches her off-guard. She giggles in embarrassment, but I catch her licking her lips.

“You just keep growing there, don’t you?” she says, making love to my eyes while squeezing my shaft.

“I always grow when you’re near me. How does it feel? To know you make a rich young man so horny, so hard for you? Just by being close to him”

“It feels…” she bobs her head, enjoying her power trip. “Like a warm summer breeze.”

She jacks me off faster and rougher, making it more difficult to push out sentences. I grunt to myself and smile a good sport. “But nothing special. Just another day at the beach, right? Just another man drooling all over you.”

“I like feeling desired by men. And I like it when you go so far, so madly far, just to get my attention. It makes me feel…”

She laughs, stroking me harder, feeling my weakening shaft and jacking me off twice as hard. Smiling wickedly. Knowing I’m fighting the urge to come. Looking into my eyes and taunting me. She is so sexy but only when she wants to be.

“What?”

“Irresistible. But nobody goes as far as you, Byron. You’re mad.”

“I know. I want you. I want you so bad it sickens me. To know what I would for you, to you. To others. All to get a whiff of you. A taste of you.”

“Yeah?” she says, stroking me so hard all my muscles flex.

“Aaaand,” I say tightening my pelvic muscles and holding on. This shameless vixen and it’s just the kind of a shame that turns me on.

“What part would you taste?” she asks in a throaty voice, squinting her eyes as she lathers up my meat.

“Mmmmmm…” I mutter, shaking my head and grinning, but fighting as “hard” as I can. “Everything.”

“Tell me.”

“Your cunt.”

“Yeah?”

“Your ass. Licking your ass.”

“Pussy?” she says, nodding and shifting positions.

“Yes. Your pussy juices. Your wetness.”

“Everything inside of me?”

“I want to taste you all. I want all…”

She doesn’t care. Before I can finish my rambling sentence of worship, she drops down to her knees and puts my cock in her mouth.

“Ohh God…” I wail, caught off guard by just how cool, wet and tingling her mouth is. She downed a mint a moment ago, probably knowing it was going to make me crazy.

“Mmmmmm…” she moans, right all over my dick, humming me so hard it hurts.

“Ohh shit. That feels good. You’re a bad girl, aren’t you, Laura? I knew it. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.”

“No idea,” she taunts me. “I’m going to wear you out, boy,” she talks all hot and throaty, right before sucking my cockhead hard and fast.

“Ohhh Jesus…”

“Mmmmmm…” she hums again, stroking me with her hand and sucking my cock just as slobbery wet as a fucking slut.

“I knew it. You’re more than I can handle.”

“So much more,” she says, licking my shaft and rapidly tonguing my prick-hole.

“Do it. Wear me out. Do your worse. Suck me so bad that it hurts.”

“Mmmmmm” she says, her humming so intense, my perineum is tight and ready to pop.

“Ohhhh fuck!” I groan, as she cups and caresses my balls, bringing each one out of my pants so she can play with them.

“You’re so nasty. I started this fire in you and now you’re going to make it hurt, aren’t you?”

“You didn’t start the fire,” she says, shaking her head in judgment. She looks up at me, licking my ball sack and stroking my slippery shaft. “I seduced you. I played you.”

“Yeah, you did. I never even saw it coming.”

“You’re going to see it cumming,” she says, deep throating my cock so good that I grab the rails behind me and hang on.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out to the sky. I can’t take much more of this. She’s got mad technique. A pretentious doctor in the office but a demon slut in the sack.

“Not good enough,” I slur back to her, still holding my butt and balls tight, trying not to gargle her mouth out. “I want to fuck you.”

“Who says I would let you?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“Mmmm because that’s very intimate. Like kissing.”

“You slobbered all over my cock, but you won’t kiss me on the lips?” I ask, right as she stares me down and sucks me hard again.

“Mmmmm.”

“Stop. I said I want to fuck you. Let’s go to your house.”

“Can’t do it.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t trust you yet.” She says without a smile, just an honest, cold face answer. And nothing makes my cock veins run faster.

“You’re taking my cock in your mouth, but you don’t trust me?”

“Mmm-mmm, not one bit.”

“How about I just take you right now and fuck you right over that rail?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Tell me again you don’t trust me. Tell me you don’t feel anything for me.”

“I don’t feel anything for you. I just want to make you cum.”

“NO. I’m going to make you cum.”

“NO!” she says, fire in her eyes, her nostrils flaring. Fear on her face but her heart pounding hard like mine.

She jumps up and away from me, backing away slowly. She grins just as madly as I do. I approach her, stalking her, my fucking dick bouncing around red as a pirate’s nose. My chest sinks and my insides flutter when she gives me that look. That look of raw passion. That look of surrendering to me. A little afraid, a little guilt-ridden, but mostly just needing a good slut pounding.

I throw off my jacket and then rip my green shirt in two, exposing my chiseled bare chest to her. Her breathing gets faster as she backs up against the wall.

“Let me take you home, or I’m going to fuck you right here. And I don’t care who sees me on land. And they’re going to hear you too. Cumming like a good bitch.”

“No, you won’t. You’re just a dirty boy,” she taunts me, but this time shaking her hair back and forth like she’s in heat. “You don’t deserve to see my home. I only take real men home with me.”

“And you’re just a horny tight-assed mom who needs a good fucking to shut that mouth of yours.”

“Stay away!” she says, giving me that schoolgirl-sass as I take my pants and boxers off, leaving just my hard cock sticking out and half a shirt on my body.

“You’re not a mom. Moms are nice. You’re just an uptight-broad who likes young cock, aren’t you?”

I rip the rest of my shirt off and come closer, snatching at her legs. But she playfully slaps my hands away.

“Stay back! Horny little bastard!”

“But maybe I’ll make you a mom tonight. What do you think of that?”

“You better not,” she says straight-faced, but spreading her legs for me. I can’t even tell if she’s roleplaying or serious as hell. But it doesn’t even matter. I’m going to give her the fucking of her life.

She slaps me away, but I grip her in my arms, bear-hugging her and bringing her close to me.

“Oh shit, you’re making me woozy,” she says chomping her lips and just the edge of her teeth on my pectorals. “Your body…so lean, so young and yummy.”

“Tell me more,” I command her, before grabbing her dress and tearing it apart.

She moans and gazes at me. I pull her dress apart, leaving her standing in her red bra and matching panties.

“I knew it. I knew you were wearing red panties.”

“No, you didn’t!”

“Of course, I knew,” I say as I bring her body to my face and feast my lips and tongue all over her big titties. “I checked out your underwear the first day I met you.”

She sighs in passion and just a hint of resentment.

“Pervert,” she says as I tug her nipples out of that sexy bra and suck them.

“Yeah, everyone knows that, right?” I unhook her bra with ease, just so I can suck her nipples dry.

“Did that very easily, didn’t you?” she gives me a sly look.

“Between the two of us…we know who’s really innocent and who’s a filthy dog, don’t we?”

Before she can answer, I put my hands on her panties, feeling her mound and searching for her moist spot. There it is, already soaking wet through those panties. I stare her down, wanting her to cream on my fingers while she looks at me.

She looks at me, her mouth dropping, her entire body weakening.

It almost looks like she’s going for a kiss. But that wasn’t what she wanted.

Instead, I swiftly pick her up and carry her toward the sea, gripping her hard into my arms and walking toward the railing. I set her down on the support of the railing, freeing my arms, just in time to rip those panties off from her juicy snatch.

I manage to pull them down from her legs and take them into my hand, first to admire the scent, the moist complexion…

I hold onto her panties while I lift her legs up, ready to plunge my cock inside. She groans loudly, as I penetrate her lips and get enveloped in her tight wetness.

“Ohh God!” she cries, feeling every inch go deeper.

“Yeah, take that cock,” I whisper, pushing it in deeper.

“Mmm yeah. Oh God it’s so big,” she says, first-hand witnessing just how long and thick my cock is, but only for her.

“It gets bigger, you sexy MILF. Spread your legs so I can fuck you deeper.”

“Ahhhhh!” she bellows out to the sea, as I push in even deeper and feel more of her pussy squeeze.

“Ohhh fuck!” she mutters as I stuff more inches inside, right before pulling out long, slow and wet. “Oh, that feels good…”

“Yeah take it, Laura,” I whisper into her ear, holding onto the railing while I deep thrust into that welcoming wet pussy.

“Ohhh shit!” she says, gritting her teeth as I pull out again and then back even deeper. “You’re so fucking huge!”

“Yeah? I told you I was going to fuck the shit out of you, didn’t I? Fuck my therapist.”

“I’m not your therapist.” she mewls, as I go in deeper, reaching far in and tickling every crevice inside that dripping wet pussy.

“Yes, you are. And now you got me right where you wanted me. Taking advantage of me, all for my young cock. My hard body. My legendary staying power.”

“Oomph!” she says loudly, losing her breath and gasping for air as orgasm becomes imminent. I feel her pussy wall contracting, gripping me tightly, drenching me in her lovely, yummy cum.

“Yeaaaah that’s the shit I like,” I say laughing, loving this twisted shit. “Is that what you were thinking? You were jealous of that girl I made cum? You wondered how long my cock would stay hard if I was inside of you, didn’t you?”

“Mmmmm-mmm!” she gasps, huffing all over my shoulders as I fuck her harder and faster.

“Sucks to be you. Because no woman can break me. I’m going to ride you till you faint.”

“Yeeeeees!” she screams, as I start ramming my cock in and out with a faster rhythm. “Mmm! Mmmm! Mmm!” she screeches, making adorable little pre-orgasmic noises. Building to a messy, amazing crescendo. I don’t know what’s making me harder, feeling how deep I’m going, or just the idea that we’re fucking in the open night-sky, surrounded by waves.

“Ohh fuck!” Laura says as she feels more of my unbreakable shaft enter her. She shakes her head violently, surrounded by railing, held tight between my arms, nothing left for her to do but attack that harpoon of a cock with everything she’s got.

I laugh as I watch her face contort and frown—orgasm building, eyes squinting, her teeth chattering.

“Ohh God!” she screams, throwing her hands up and into her hair, still getting drilled with a ruthless 123 rhythm that keeps that pussy flowing. “You just never quit.”

“Never,” I say. “I ride it for hours. Until you collapse on the floor begging me to stop.”

“Augghhhh!” she sighs loudly, smiling at me, but still just a few more thrusts away from an involuntary orgasm. She couldn’t stop me now if she tried. “You’re so hard…mmmm, such a handsome, energetic young man.”

“Open your lips. And kiss me,” I say devishly.

She hesitates, but then finally opens her lips. Which of course, I can only think of one thing to do…stuff those panties in her mouth and make her bite down while I fuck the shit out of her.

“Mmmmmmm!” she mumbles, her pussy too numb and quivering to be mad. She bites down on those panties while I go full throttle and fuck her like I’m running on the treadmill. “Mmmmmmm!”

“That’s right let it out. Tell the fucking ocean how much you want this.”

“Mmmmmmoooooohhhhhh!” she screams, unleashing the shrillest sound yet, an orgasm so loud and convulsing she almost breaks my wiggling cock in half. “Ohhh fuuuuck! Byron, I’m gonna cuuum!”

“CUM. Cum loads all over my cock so I can fuck you again.”

“Ohhh Gaaawd!” she says yanking us around so hard I have to hold onto the rails so that we don’t go careening over into the water!

She creams my dick all slippery wet and I feel her skin change temperature. She grips me tight with her pussy walls and shakes me viciously.

But it’s still not enough.

Wild eyes, panting like a bitch, she stares at me like I’m a freak of nature. “Jesus! What is wrong with you?” She laughs in disbelief.

“You’re not finished cumming yet, sexy momma,” I growl back to her, just getting started with this filth.

I carry her over my shoulder and plant her body flat on the ground.

“Oh God! I need a break…”

“No break. I’m not done hearing you scream, Doctor Wetness.”

She laughs hard and smacks my face. But it doesn’t stop me from lunging in there, eager to drink up more of that tasty twat.

“You’re such an asshole.”

“I know, and yet you can’t stop cumming, can you?”

“Ohhhhh shhiiiiit!” she starts panting again, as I begin licking her already sensitive stinging clit with my sex-starved tongue. “Ohh shit! Byron…I don’t know how much more I can take!”

“Am I wearing you out, Miss Katt? You need a heating pad and some tea?”

“Fuck you, you little…” Just as she laughs, I finger her G-spot, scooping out more leftover suppressed passion. I lick her clit gloriously, never satiated, never tasting enough of her intimacy. “Ohhhh fuck!” she screams as she pounds the deck with her fists, ready to cum again.

“Ohhh!!! You’re gonna make me cum again!”

“Mmmmmmm mmmmhmm?”

“Ohhhhh don’t say anything, asshole. Just keep licking me. Keeeeeep liiiicking meeee…”

She grabs me by the hair and pulls me in so deep she wets my face. I revel in her wetness. I lick her cream up like donut frosting.

“Ohh Oh Ohh Oh!” she howls as she shoots her pelvis into the air, convulsing up and down, rubbing my nose all over her perfectly shaped hairy triangle. No more shyness or shame. Good, let it out.

“Wait!” she says, sweating all over her face, laughing and panting. She pushes my face away. “Stop…”

“No stopping.”

“I got to stop…”

“Why? It’s okay if you faint. No one ever died from cumming too hard.”

“It’s not that. I just feel…shy…”

“Wrong answer,” I say, right as I push my fingers back into her contracting pussy. And roll my fingers fast and firm, over her throbbing clit.

“Ohh nooooo! Byron! Wait! Wait! Please…”

“Please nothing. You’re going to cum. All over my face.”

“Ohhh GOD!” she screams, biting down on her hand. Spasming all over the floors, wiggling her pelvis and trying to break free from my hands. But nowhere to go! I intensify my fingering patterns and go as fast as I can, trying to match the tempo of her own impending orgasm.

“Be a good mommy. Let it all out.”

“I caaan’t!” she screams rolling her head all over the floor trying to resist. But I won’t let her. “I gotta pee! Byron!”

“Then take a piss. I don’t care. You’re cumming right now, like it or not.”

“Ohhhhh fuck! Ohhh fuck, here it comes!”

She screams so loud, two fucking cities must have heard her. She slams her arms down on the ground and leg locks me with her shaking legs—all the while squirting hard spurts out of that angry pussy. Not pee but a clear liquid. I’ve always been able to make a woman squirt. Any woman. All of them, in fact.

But never a mature beautiful “friend” like Laura. And none of them ever screamed so loud or squirted so many times all over my laughing face.

“Ohhh shit! Ohhh shiiiit!” she gasps, trying to recover and embarrassed as hell that she just gave me a money shot. But pussy smell just turns me on. In fact…

“NOW you made me horny,” I say, shaft in my hand and ready to drain my balls and get her even wetter.

“Ohh God! Byron, you’re gonna kill me!”

“I told you I had blue balls! You didn’t believe me. Now you’re seeing the disadvantages of dating a hot, young guy. Staaaaying power!”

She laughs…but as I penetrate her already soaked pussy and begin firing my hardest and deepest thrusts yet, she’s reduced to a quivering hollering mess.

“Ohhhh Byron!” she says, writhing all over the floor again, but this time with my cock ten inches deep into that stretched out pussy hole.

“Mmmmmm!” I grunt hard, grabbing her by the hair and firing away every last breath in me.

“Let me look at you,” she says, exhausted, a little intoxicated but looking into my eyes deeply. Pupils dilated. I’ve never looked into the eyes of a booty-call before. Does love look anything like this? Because all I feel right now is joy. Pure peace. Longing to never leave, never pull myself out of her ever again. Be here, in this moment, forever.

“Kiss me.” she says.

“No,” I say quickly. “It’s okay, just talk to me. I like all the kinky shit you say. In fact, I want you to shock me.”

“Shock you?” she says with a smile.

“Tell me I’m nothing. Tell me you’re using me. Some fucked up shit. I get off on it.”

“I’m not on birth control,” she says, blank-faced, cold. Definitely can’t tell if she’s lying.

“Hmmmmmm mmmmm…”

She smiles and wraps her legs around my waist and butt, trapping me inside of her.

“Better let me out then,” I say softly. “Or else...”

She stares at me. Cold-blooded, like she doesn’t give a fuck. Like she’s batshit crazy. And she rubs my pubes and waist, encouraging me to empty my nut inside of her. What is she thinking? She’s crazy. She’s scheming! Mmmmm but so sexy. And I can’t resist her anymore. I’ve got to cum…

At the last second, I pull out of her, breaking her grip on me and then aiming my cock right at her belly button. I groan in agony as I shoot spurts of thick white puddles all over her belly, all over her, Ohhhh God, all over her tits. All over her already wet body.

My balls are empty, and I keel over, clinging onto my last breath of oxygen. It takes us both a few seconds to come back to life and laugh our asses-off.

We decided not to get dressed but to stay there, dirty and naked and sprawled all over the floor. I love the draft. I love the invigorating power of being nude in public. And I love the feeling of strumming my hand all over Laura’s nipples as we bask in the moonlight, saying whatever shit feels natural.

Funny thing though, after all that hard-fucking talk, I have nothing nasty left to say. All my thoughts turn to peace. Sometimes I even look over at her and my eyes fixed upon her gorgeous visage. I shut my eyes and smile, loving her body heat and the feeling of her soft skin grazing mine.

“Now’s the part where we’re supposed to talk and realize we have nothing in common,” I say, leaning forward and kissing her shoulder. “Nothing in common but our lust for the perfect peak condition bodies.”

“Then say something. Say something young and foolish, and I’ll laugh. And we’ll remember how different our worlds really are.”

“Young and foolish? And preferably stupid, right?”

“Stupid does help in lessening your ‘animal magnetism’,” she laughs. “I have to admit. Intelligence is sexy.”

I wanted to come inside of you. I wanted you to get pregnant. How fucked up and sick is that?

“Umm…I regret that I didn’t spank that fabulous ass of yours. You think I should have.”

She cackles and shakes her head. “Yeah, why didn’t you?”

“I was too distracted.”

“My poor ass always ignored because of the boobs and the pussy. My butt is always the last one invited to the dance.”

“But she’s the first one I like to watch leave.”

“So poetic, Byron.”

“How’s this for stupid? I want to go again.”

“Jesus, kid. Take a break. Is that whole refractory period men have a myth?”

“I don’t mean now,” I chortle, fondling her perfectly shaped hips. “I mean…again.”

Laura smiles. Surprisingly, a warm reaction. But then she grins and tests me.

“Why? Are you trying to make me your girlfriend?”

“No,” I answer quickly. “But, I thought the whole point was to get bored of each other. Yet I’m not bored, am I?”

“And what else do you want to do?” she asks with a big almost goofy smile.

“Everything. I want to experience everything with you. That’s the only way I’ll get bored. Otherwise, I’ll always wonder.”

“I don’t do everything.”

“Tell me what you won’t do.”

“I think you know.”

“The usual? Threesomes, anal, bondage?”

“Hmmm,” she says smiling giddily. “And if I did those things with you, would you then finally get bored of me? And leave me alone?” She laughs hard.

“Woah. Would you really do that kind of stuff?”

“I don’t know. Maybe that’s part of our charm together, Byron. Since I don’t know how I feel about you, I really don’t know my limits. Everything is a question mark.”

I stare into her eyes and smile, then suddenly reach over and kiss her on the lips.

It catches her off-guard. I can tell by her eyes, she wasn’t expecting it. She’s a little freaked out.

But then gradually, she relaxes and kisses me back. At first, I was just expecting a peck, maybe a short succulent kiss. But when she kisses me back, I feel passion. A full inhale, long breathing, sucking my lips and tasting my tongue.

I run my fingers through her hair and continue kissing her deeply, firmly and zestfully. We kiss another minute, hungrily tasting each other. No more shyness, no more fear, just our desire. Just the realization that for right now, things seem a little too perfect. It can’t always stay like this, can it?

I kiss her again, this time, stroking her face and her neck as my lips travel, smacking and tasting her tongue, her chin, and her cheek.

I’m the first one to let go. But then I look into her eyes and kiss her a second time, which she complements and kisses me back.

Then, as we finally break the amazing kiss that seemed to go on so long and yet too fast…

She stares at me. Uncomfortably. A cold, distant look. Totally blank. Detached. Concerned. Almost a resentful look. Like I took something I shouldn’t have taken.

But the weirdest part of all is, it turns me on. I love it when she looks at me that way.

What should I say about it? Should I make her laugh? Should I apologize? Should I tell her I loved it and have no regrets…and look like a total lightweight boy, a stupid idealistic kid who’s way out of his league.

I have no idea. And so, I just look at her. Half-smiling. My mind filled with images, all of them sexy, dirty, nasty, beautiful, innocent, and dangerous.

She keeps looking back at me as if wanting to say something herself. But it never comes out.

Neither of us understand. Neither of us wants to be the first one to jinx this and fuck it all up. I feel a bolt of passion, and reach over and kiss her again, this time rolling on top of her and kissing her as she lies flat on the floor. She kisses me back in kind, a little less wanton than last time, but still intense.

After we break apart, she stares back up at me. This time she smiles, or at least half smiles. Still a little detached. Still with that doctor’s face that irritates me but gets me so hard, but always amused at my shenanigans. Not bored at least.

“Happy birthday.”

Her heart is at least opening.