Play it cool, I tell myself, don’t push.
It’s all about her and how far she wants to go. My cock feels painful already. I indulge in casual sex quite a bit, but I feel an intensity for Minnie that I’ve never felt before.
I don’t just want to bang the fuck out of her. I want to really find out what she loves and give it to her until that sad look in her eyes is gone.
As much as I’m turned on, I’m also in a state of wonder and disbelief. This morning, I introduced myself. Now, I’m touching her.
I knew it from the first moment I saw her. Once I touch her, I’m never letting her go.
Minette
Emilia got to my house early with a bottle of tequila. We did a few rounds of lick, sip, suck, and by that stage, it was easy to convince me into my favorite dress.
She sulked around about Evan a bit, but if Evan can’t appreciate her, he doesn’t deserve her. There are a million other guys out there who want Emilia. He can either toe the line or get in line as far as I’m concerned.
I haven’t worn this dress since before Mom and Dad died. It’s true the tequila loosened me up. But really, it’s Andy that has made the change in me.
I thought about him all day, and I got the impression that if I did nothing, he would disappear.
I can’t let that happen. These days, I try to imagine the rest of my life without Andy, and it always brings a pain to my chest.
I need to know more about him…I need to touch him. To tell him that someone cares for him.
I’ve suffered enough. I’m not going to put myself through hell anymore. Mom and Dad wouldn’t want that.
I’m going to take the shot.
I’m another five glasses of wine in when I hit the dance floor with Emmy. When she disappears, I know it must be because Andy is behind me.
We exchange a few words. I can’t focus. He’s wearing a well-fitted black shirt and charcoal pants. I haven’t seen him looking so fine.
I’m totally distracted. For a few seconds, I give in to my fear, that maybe he’s not interested…can’t possibly be. Then, I see his eyes.
The need. The hunger. I feel it, too.
I drag him away from the dance floor and into the nearest room. It’s dark and not so quiet, but it’s empty.
He starts kissing me gently as I turn around. His gorgeous long-fingered hands stroke my sides. His mouth is deep and hot.
I can feel myself getting wet, my pussy throbbing. I run my hands along his sides tightly under the fine black shirt. I rub up against him, and he moans softly.
“I don’t think I can do this.”
My chest feels cold and empty. I knew it. I’m too boring for him. My chest feels cold and empty.
“Why?” I ask it, sure I know the answer.
He clenches his fists. “I want you too much.”
I don’t understand for a second. Then I give him a hard shove. He falls on the bed, and I follow suit, bouncing down beside him.
I snuggle against him, breathing in his deep, clean smell.
“I want you, Andy. I really do.”
He rolls on to his side, drawing my face back to his for a deep kiss. He starts slipping the straps off my shoulders, grabbing my breasts, and the hard knot inside me begins to loosen. His strong arms wrap around my waist as he moves his mouth to my nipples.
My hips are writhing now. It’s been so long, I forgot how bright the fire can burn.