"That means you can sleep in."
"If I'm tired enough. Depends on what happens after this," she said. She smirked at me from across the table.
"I'm thinking about heading home."
"Tiff told me you moved out recently. I'd love to see your new place. Can I?" she asked sweetly.
I felt warm in the pit of my stomach. Everything up to this point had gone off without a hitch; her wanting to spend more time together was perfect, more than I had been expecting her to want, honestly. She was warming up fast. It was my turn now. I wanted nothing more than to spend the night with her, but it just wasn't realistic thinking I had an in.
Thinking about her had kept me going when I was away. Her lips, her silky smooth skin, her pussy, I had beat my dick raw wishing it was her when I was gone. She was flirting with me, asking me to take her home, I was so close. I couldn't afford to fuck up.
"If you don't want anything else, we can head home. Sure," I said. She tried to go dutch, but I didn't let her. If this was technically our first date, then I was doing it right. During the walk to the car, she slipped her arm through mine, gently holding my bicep. In the car on the way to my place, she was mostly silent. The silence wasn’t awkward, but it was loaded. I could feel it.
I unlocked the door and let her walk in ahead of me when we got to my place.
"Here it is," I said, flipping the lights on. I hadn't bought any more furniture than I’d had at my apartment, so it was pretty bare. If it turned out that I was staying here longer than I thought, I'd get more stuff. For now, I had a couch, recliner, coffee table, and television. I had a bed in my room and that was it.
"Where's all your stuff?" she asked.
"This is it." It felt fucking great having her in my space as she walked around.
"You're a dropout. Why does this still look like a college student's house?" she said, smiling over her shoulder at me.
"It's not much, but it's enough. What? You don't like it?" I asked. It was clean and pretty tidy, but she was a girl, and I'd seen her place. She had decor and color in her space. It wasn't really me. I didn't care to put the place together with any more than the bare essentials. I had felt fine about it till now, but if I was going to be bringing Ron here, I needed her to like it, too.
"Did you pick those drapes yourself?" she asked, pointing to the patterned gray and white drapes I had in the windows.
"They were on sale."
"I don't know," she said, "I was expecting something different."
"Different how?" I asked, coming up behind her.
"This place feels a little cramped."
"Cramped?"
"Small," she said, shooting me a mischievous look over her shoulder. I reached for her hand and pulled her back into me. She hit my chest lightly and turned around, steadying herself with her hands on my shoulders.
"My house is the only thing about me you can call small. You know that," I said, pulling her into me. She let me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"You're such a big guy. I just expected more," she said lightly.
"I don't have to compensate for anything," I said confidently. "Besides, I've got all the space I need."
"Yeah?"
"Once we hit both couches, the bed, and the shower, what's wrong with the floor?" I asked. She blushed looking down. I scooped her up into my arms, so her legs wrapped around me. She yelped, hanging onto me so she didn't fall. "Besides, I haven't even given you the grand tour yet."
"Start with your bedroom, and we'll go from there," she said.
We had both had a drink with dinner, nothing close to enough to get us drunk, but I was feeling something. The tension had come to a head. She had her arms around me and my hands were gripping her smooth thighs. Pressed up against me the way she was, there was no way she didn't feel my hard on. I wanted her, too. It was her fault I was all riled up.
"Not so small now," I said, knowing she could feel me against her thigh.
"I can almost forgive the fun-sized living room," she whispered, smirking. There was that smart mouth. I had something better she could do with it. I kissed her. Our lips came together, and I groaned; it felt so fucking good. I'd have her lipstick all over me by the time we were done, but I didn't give a fuck.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and crushed her body into mine. A soft sigh escaped her. Her hands ran through my hair, over my back. My tongue danced with hers, tasting her after such a long time. I went back and forth about whether a year was a long time or not, but right now, it might as well have been an eternity.