“Thanks again for dinner,” I said as Tevin walked me to my SUV. I had lucked out and found a space a couple of blocks away. They offered valet parking, but if I could ever find a space in DC, I grabbed it.
“You’re very welcome.” He came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. “When can I see you again?”
I hit the key fob to unlock the doors, then turned to look up at him. “I’m going to be busy for the next couple of days. Can I give you a call?”
His eyebrows scrunched up. “Are you really going to call me?”
“Yes, I am.” I had no idea whether I was lying or not. “You’re a great guy so we can hang out again.”
“I told you before. I’m not trying to hang out with you. I’m trying to fall in love with you.”
I laughed uncomfortably. “You are something else.”
“Give me a hug.”
I embraced him and scared myself because I hugged his waist tighter than I had hugged anyone in years, even the men that I had been fucking. His chest was like an iron vest and I could feel his dick against my midriff. Even soft, I could tell he was packing a big gun.
He kissed the top of my head. “You smell so good.”
“So do you,” I replied, telling nothing but the truth.
Then he went and did it. He gave me a French kiss that I felt from my scalp to the tips of my toes. Kissing was too personal. Sucking dick was an act. Kissing meant a true connection. His thick tongue explored my mouth and I explored back.
Our kiss lasted a good two minutes and then Tevin sucked on my bottom lip and I felt it in my pussy. A lot of people don’t realize that sucking on a woman’s bottom lip can cause that reaction. It’s something about pressure points and there is some kind of anatomical correlation.
“I have to go.” I pulled away from him and climbed into the driver’s seat. “I’ll text you to let you know that I got home okay.”
He placed his hand over his heart, feigning a heart attack. “Did you just say that you’re going to text me?”
I couldn’t admit that I was too scared to talk to him any more that night. The last thing that I needed was to end up lying in my bed having some kind of whimsical conversation into the morning. It would lead to me fantasizing about him, masturbating thinking about him, and that would be the beginning of the end. That was how it always went in the past. I would get caught up, start believing the hype, fall in love, and then get dogged out by various breeds of men.
“It will be a quick text saying that I got there.”
I was about to close my door when he held it open. “One last question.”
“Sure.”
“I’ll be honest enough to admit that I was last intimate with a woman a few months ago. It was nothing serious and I couldn’t see it progressing to anything real, so I stopped seeing her.”
“You don’t have to ex—”
“No, I want to be honest. I don’t want you to get the wrong impression. I’m a busy man so I’m not out here picking up random women and trying to get them into bed. When I was younger, sure, I thought a lot with my dick, but that’s not where I am now. I don’t want another girlfriend. I can get another girlfriend anyplace. I want something that lasts.”
“Well, at least you know what you want.”
“Yeah, there are too many diseases and too much foolishness out there, especially in DC since there is a shortage of available men. I’m not trying to get caught up in that funnel cloud.” He paused and stared at me. “So when was the last time you were intimate with a man?”
About three hours ago!
I definitely couldn’t tell him the truth. The man had dropped nearly five hundred dollars on dinner and was telling me how he considered me to be wifey material.
“It’s been awhile, and I’m definitely not seeing anyone else.”
“Good. Good. Then that gives me a fair chance to get to know you without competing for your time and attention.”
He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll be waiting for your text.”
He winked as he closed the door. He stood there and waited for me to pull away before he started walking back up the block.