Firefighter's Virgin

“Yes, they are my late hus

band’s parents. I’m so lucky to have them in my life, and they have really wanted to take Connor to this theme park made out of LEGOs. I finally agreed.”

“Very convenient that you don’t have to get back to town tonight,” I jokingly said as I filled our plates with some spaghetti. “I mean, there is a bed here, we could always hand out.”

“Ha, I don’t think so. I’m not sleeping with you,” she said, totally unconvincingly.

“I didn’t say you had to sleep with me. I’m just saying we don’t need to hurry, and if we happen to stay the night here, I could sleep on the couch. That’s all,” I lied.

Of course, I wanted to sleep with her. All I could think about as she walked past me in that tiny bikini was that with one pull of a string, I could make the tiny cloth fabric fall to the ground. It was taking a lot of self-control not to pull that string and start kissing every inch of her body.

“Sure, sure. By the way, you’re a horrible liar,” she laughed.

“What? No, I’m not; I’m a great liar…” I started to say and then realized that sounded horrible.

“I wouldn’t be so proud of that,” she joked.

“So, tell me about your job. How did you get into computers?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“I kind of fumbled my way into the field. I’m sort of a nerd at heart and happened to pick things up rather quickly in college. I ended up helping a lot of my friends fix errors and things like that and before I knew it, I was working as an IT consultant.”

“You’re a nerd?”

“Don’t look so shocked. I actually play those war games on my phone and have a PlayStation at home.”

“What’s your favorite PS4 game?”

“Call of Duty,” she responded and totally won over my heart.

“If you are lying to me, I’ll know it,” I said as I moved my chair closer to hers so I could look her in the eyes. “Are you telling me that you actually know how to play Call of Duty?”

“Yep, and I could probably kick your ass at it,” she said as she casually took another bite of her spaghetti.

“Wow, I’m sitting here with one of the hottest moms I’ve ever met. Who can wear a bikini better than a super model, and she knows how to play Call of Duty. I’ve got to be dreaming,” I teased.

“You better be careful with all those compliments; I’m going to think you’re flirting with me.”

“Oh, I’m flirting.”

I turned toward her and pulled her chair as close to mine as I could. My hand gently moved her chin toward me, and I let my lips press against hers. She gave her lips to me fully and I felt my body spring to attention at her willingness to let my tongue slide between her lips.

I was just about to pull away from her when she wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in closer to me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her into my lap so I could feel her bare skin pressed against mine.

Her small, bikini-clad body fit perfectly on my lap. I let my hands move up and down her as I explored her exposed skin. Our lips continued playing with each other, and it took all my willpower not to lift her up and bring her to the bedroom. The moment was gentle and genuine, though, and I didn’t want to ruin that by pushing it too far.

Kissing was enough for me. Some heavy petting would be even better, but I wasn’t going to push things. I already knew I would be seeing this girl again; there was no hurry. I was in no hurry.

“Your lips are amazing,” I muttered as I pulled away from them and started to kiss down her neck. “And, you taste amazing.”

“Salty?” she asked.

“A little.”

“Do you have a shower?”

Oh, holy hell, did she just ask me to shower with her? No, maybe she was just asking if she could use the shower? I tried not to get ahead of myself.

“Yes, I have one; the water can be cold sometimes. Do you want me to show you where it’s at?”