“Later.” He said and went in and closed the door.
He wasn’t kidding when he said he could sext…I was a limp puddle in bed after ten minutes.
I was so looking forward to Wednesday evening!
Chapter 7
Tiffany
He might have invited me to dinner but hell we both knew it was mainly about dessert. I treated myself to some brand new underwear. My bra was light pink with a black net overlay. On the inner and outer edges the overlay was floral and in the middle it was laced up with eyelets like on a bodice. It was unusual to find a bra to suit my huge breasts that also looked sexy but I had pulled it off. I was wearing a matching thong. I stared at the closet for what seemed like hours wondering what to wear, and eventually settled for a button through shirt dress that could be tantalizingly removed.
I kept my hair down and a little messy and wore light, fresh looking make-up. I left off the gloss. It seemed disloyal to H somehow, which was crazy given he was a one-time fuck buddy.
I left the apartment with catcalls and jeers from Kayla (mainly) and Haley, and walked the few steps outside to Brandon’s apartment door. I knocked and waited. He opened the door and the smell of some kind of sauce permeated the air, making my stomach rumble.
“Chicken in white wine sauce, with baby red potatoes and vegetables. Sound good?”
I put a fake look of dismay on my face. “Fuck, I should have told you. I’m a vegetarian.”
His face fell. “Damn. I wanted to surprise you. Never mind, I’ll order takeout instead.”
“I’m joking, let me in.” I said. “It smells delicious.”
“You’re going to get spanked for that you tease,” Brandon smiled and shook his head.
“I can categorically assure you that I eat meat.” I said and winked, walking through to his living room.
I was expecting a typical bachelor pad with dark tones and a lack of accessories, but the apartment was decked out in neutrals and had green accents throughout, with soft furnishings. My surprise must have showed on my face.
“I rented it as it was. I haven’t had the time to furnish it myself. The only thing I brought with me was some gym equipment,” he said. I followed him down the corridor and he opened a bedroom door revealing a bench press, treadmill, and some weights. His apartment was a similar layout to ours except it had only two bedrooms. He told me that his room had an ensuite and there was a separate bathroom, which was just like ours.
“I’ll show you the bedroom later. Let’s eat.” He stated and ushered me into the kitchen.
**
After filling our stomachs, we moved to the couch and Brandon put the rest of the bottle of red wine and my glass on the coffee table in front of me, while he cracked open another bottle of beer. He pulled my legs over towards his knees and started to massage one of my feet. I had been in heels all day while showing properties and the feel of my toes being massaged felt amazing. I groaned in pleasure.
“Fuck, that noise you’re making. Want to move into the bedroom and see how many more sounds I can get out of you?”
I nodded. “Yes, please.”
We walked to his room. When he opened the door, it was again not what I expected. He had obviously purchased fresh linens because in here, the duvet cover, pillowcases and sheets were dark grey. Unlike my own room, which was full of abandoned clothing, Brandon’s room was completely tidy. He had a dark wood bedside chest of drawers, the top drawer slightly open and crooked.
“Come here,” he coaxed.
I walked o
ver to him in my bare feet.
“How tall are you?” I asked.
“Six foot three.”
“Hmm, so tall.” I said. “I’m five foot seven, you make me feel like I’m so tiny.”
“You won’t be thinking about our height in a minute.”
I smiled. “Good.”