Shae smiled and looked down at her plate. “I guess, yeah. Okay, what else?”
“Well, we’re engaged, obviously.”
“That will make my mom happy,” Shae admitted, playing along.
“And buying a house together.”
“Wow, big commitment.”
“We’re ready for it, I think. I mean, we’re already picking out baby names.”
“W-we are?” Shae asked, sounding shocked.
“Yeah. I was thinking Bridgit for a girl and Logan for a boy.”
She was practically grinning at this point. “Those are really nice, actually.”
“I know.”
“Don’t forget Jeepers. We also have a cute little kitty.”
“Indeed!”
It went on like this for a while, weaving quite the life together for ourselves. One I couldn’t help but want for both of us. It sounded so lovely. Not just for me but for Shae as well. I really did want her to be happy. I wasn’t really ready to admit it, even to myself, but I loved her.
“Would you like to see my place?” I asked, opening the door for her as we got to the car.
“Sure,” Shae said, without a hint of hesitation.
We listened to the radio as I drove home. I figured Shae wouldn’t enjoy the Swedish book, at least, not yet. The ride felt comfortable. Nothing was forced.
As I unlocked my front door, I realized it was the first time I’d had a woman, or really anyone, in my apartment since I’d moved in. Not that it was a stereotypical bachelor pad. I had figured out years ago that I didn’t do well in disorder. As such, my apartment had reached an IKEA level of aesthetic organization.
“These are beautiful,” Shae said, looking at my wall of advertising art, ranging from 1890 to 1945.
“Thanks.”
“Are they originals?”
“Oh no, just lithographs.”
“What’s that?”
“Somewhere between an original and a print.”
She gasped and pointed. “Is that an ad. for—”
“Heroin. Yup, developed by Bayer, the aspirin people, to get people off of morphine. It was actually an official brand from 1898 to 1918.”
“Wow. Bet they leave that off their ‘about us’ page.”
I laughed. “I would imagine, yeah.” I crossed the room, putting my hands gently on her shoulders. “Would you like a drink?”
“Sure, do you have any beer?”
“Um, no. I don’t actually like beer. I’m a self-proclaimed wine snob.”
She laughed. “Have anything red?”
“Pinot Noir or merlot?”
“Um. The first?”
I grinned at her. “Coming right up.”
Pouring out two glasses of my favorite merlot, I joined Shae on the couch, handing her one of the glasses.
“Is this one of your favorites?” Shae asked, after her first sip.
I nodded. “It’s the only way to impress a lady.”
It felt good to be so close to her. I tried to separate my emotions from sex, but it was challenging, particularly with Shae. I wanted to put my arm around her but really didn’t know how she would react. The last thing I wanted to do was make her feel uncomfortable.
“I wonder how Jeepers is doing,” I said, trying to keep things light.
She giggled. “Honestly, I have a different pussy in mind.”
“Huh?”
“Sorry, I-I’m really excited,” Shae said, whispering the last part and leaning in to kiss me.
“You are?” I stuttered.
By way of proof, she gently took my hand and slipped it down the front of her skirt. My fingers slid up against her warm folds that were damp with desire. “Oh.” I pushed one up inside of her pussy, feeling the hot, soft walls quiver with anticipation. The feeling made me gasp. Shae was ready to go.
Immediately, so was I.
“Bedroom?” Shae asked.
“Are you sure?”
“Definitely.”
“This way,” I said, gently slipping my hand from her pussy.
Shae was down to her panties by the time we got into the bedroom, apparently quite skilled at shedding her professional clothes.
Evening things out, she slipped off my suit jacket and started unbuttoning my shirt. Kissing her way down from my neck to my belt, she started unfastening my pants, sliding them down easily.
My cock was hard when she pulled my boxers down, not hesitating for a moment before taking it gently in hand. She had seemed a bit nervous the last time, which was understandable. She was pretty tiny, and I was more than endowed. This time, Shae seemed to have gotten over her fear, soon sucking my fully hard cock like her life depended on it. Loving the feeling, I took a gentle hold of her ponytail, guiding her and limiting her head movement.
Getting me to fill her mouth with cum, Shae swallowed it all down, maintaining eye-contact as she did so. It was extremely hot. Taking her by the shoulders, I helped her to her feet. Shae’s hand was still holding my cock while I was kissing her passionately.
“Want to lick me?” Shae asked, breathlessly against my lips.
I nodded emphatically, too excited to speak. Shae lay down at the edge of the bed, opening her legs wide in welcome. Taking her lightly by the ankles, I got onto my knees and gave her a long slow lick along her sweet, pink pussy lips. Shae moaned her approval, and I kept going along the same theme until she literally vibrated as she came.