Only One Touch (Only One 4)

“It’s fine,” I say for him when he looks back to see what I think. He pulls out one of the plush velvet gray chairs for me. “Thank you,” I say, sitting down in the chair. He sits next to me instead of across from me.

“Good evening,” the waiter says when he comes over and pours us glasses of water. “Can I get you a drink to start?”

“I’m going to have a scotch,” Nico says, and I look over at him.

“I’m going to have a bottle of wine.” He just looks at me. “I don’t work tomorrow.” He smirks as he looks up at the waiter.

“A bottle of your finest,” he says, and the waiter nods at us. “What happened to your two glass max?”

“I figured that this is already a bad idea,” I say, putting my hands in front of me. “This whole thing. It’s not the best idea.” He just looks at me, and I’m dying to know what that face means. I want to ask all the questions, but the waiter comes back with our drinks.

He pours me just a little wine, and the cold white wine slides right down. It’s crisp, smooth, and perfect. I nod at the waiter, and he fills my glass. I pick up my glass of wine. “To bad decisions.”

He lifts his scotch. “To helping you make those bad decisions.” He clicks his glass with mine, and I take another drink.

“Do you want to play a game?” I ask, and he just looks at me. “It’s called never have I ever.” He rolls his eyes. “So I’m going to say something like never have I ever gotten a lap dance.” He looks at me and smirks. “Now, you obviously have so you have to drink.”

“How do you know I’ve gotten a lap dance before?” he asks, and it’s my turn to roll my eyes.

“Drink,” I say, and he takes a sip of his scotch. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Never have I ever given a lap dance,” he says. I grab my glass of wine, and his eyes glitter. “Are you not going to tell me the story?”

“I mean, I don’t know the actual rules to this game,” I say. “But I took four years of pole dancing.” I clap my hands. “My turn. Never have I ever had sex in public.”

I look at him. “Define public.”

“I don’t know … public. I guess a bathroom in a bar.” He doesn’t touch his drink. “What do you define as public?”

“No idea, but I’ve never fucking done it,” he says. “Never have I ever left my house without underwear.” I wink at him and take a sip. “Shut up,” he says, smiling.

I don’t know if it’s the easy way this is going or the fact that I’ve never felt so free before on a date, but I lean in. “Right now,” I whisper to him, and his jaw gets tight. “Never have I ever lied about having sex with someone.”

He takes his drink, and I throw my head back and laugh. “Please, I’m a guy. Chances are half the stories I told in college that involved a girl were a lie. Never have I ever dated two people at the same time.”

I laugh. “Smooth,” I say to him. “No, not then. I’m all about one man at a time. And just so we are clear, I also don’t stick around if I find out I’m not the only woman.” I take my glass of wine and finish it. I look at the ice bucket beside me, and I’m about to grab the bottle and pour myself another glass when the waiter comes rushing over and pours it for me. I take a sip of wine. “Never have I ever said the wrong name during sex.” He reaches and drinks his scotch, and I laugh at him. “Oh my God, Nico.”

“In my defense, it was Natalia, and I called her Natalie,” he says, and I shake my head.

“So if you're inside me, and I call you Nikon, it’s the same?” I tilt my head to the side, and he glares at me. “Didn’t think so.”

“My turn,” he says. “Never have I ever had phone sex.”

“What?” I say in shock and drink the wine. “I mean, define phone sex.”

“You took a drink.” He laughs and points out.

I put up my hand. “I mean, I’ve filtered on the phone sexually before.”

“Have you ever had an orgasm on the phone with someone?” he asks, and I look him in the eye.

“Then no,” I answer honestly.

“I see lots of firsts in our relationship,” he says, and the wine is just flowing through me at this time. I drink the rest of the wine and then look at him. The waiter rushes over, filling my glass, and I just smile at him.

“Never have I ever been shy in the bedroom.” My finger taps the stem of the glass, and we both drink at the same time.