Kissing Her

All of these thoughts are the reason I should make her leave, but I’m consumed by her beauty. I want to do dirty things to her that shock her and make her blush. I want to cum on her face and see what she looks like with my cock inside her.

“Tell me about you,” I say as I run my finger along my bottom lip. I need to know everything about her and I don’t know how much time we have.

“There’s not much to tell,” she says and smiles at me. “I go to the community college and take classes in business.”

“What kind of business are you in?”

“My dad owns a dry cleaners and he wants me to help run the office. My sister does it now, but she’s about to get married.” Something passes in her eyes before she focuses again. “I’m the maid of honor.”

“Congratulations,” I say as I hold my glass out for her and let her take another sip.

“I don’t want to do it,” she says and then puts a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry. I’ve never said that out loud before.”

I take the glass from her and have another drink as I wait for her to explain.

“It’s not that I don’t love her, but she’s not very nice and I don’t like her fiancé.” She bites her lip and then fidgets. “I shouldn’t be saying it, but it actually feels good to tell someone. Everyone I know loves her and is so excited about the wedding, but I don’t care one bit. I know she’s ready to leave home, but I can’t believe she’s running into the arms of some jerk just to get away.” She pauses and then looks into my eyes. “I’m sorry. I probably sound awful talking about her like this.”

“You sound like a concerned and loving sister who only wants the best for her,” I say as we pass the glass between us again. “But I’ll let you in on a secret,” I whisper and lean in close. Bee does the same and I smile at her. “She’s probably doing it for the sex.”

Bee giggles and lets out the most adorable snort then she takes another drink and I realize she never gave it back to me after the last time. I let her hold onto it and finish the glass as she tells me about how obnoxious her sister is and how horrible her fiancé is to her.

The wine has her talking because she starts to tell me about her parents after that and how strict they are. The only reason she’s here tonight is because they’re out of town. I get to hear about how sheltered she is and how she wants to break free, but she has no idea how, and I decide that it was fortuitous that she ended up on that bench with me tonight.

We spend hours talking about her life even though she says there’s not much to it. I find every detail of it fascinating, and the way she makes me laugh is so strange. I’m not used to feeling happy next to someone, but Bee makes me feel warm on the inside. She’s so damn good and pure that I can’t help but feel that just by being beside her.

“Let me take you on a date.”

“Like a real date?” she asks, sitting up on the couch and tucking her feet under her. “Are you serious, Ragnar? That would be so special.”

She closes her eyes and it takes her a moment to open them again and I realize she really has never had a drink of alcohol before. One glass of wine and she’s three sheets to the wind.

I take her glass gently and set it on the table behind me. I take her hand in mine and then bring it to my mouth, brushing my lips across her knuckles.

“Yes, a real date. How about tomorrow night?”

“Yes,” she whispers, leaning in closer to me.

“I’ll pick you up around five? I know I’ll need to meet your parents before. But I’d like to bring you back here so you can let me play with you a little.”

Her eyes are glassy and I’m sure she won’t remember much of this tomorrow. I could kiss her now and probably more, but I want to save it for when she can recall every detail. But I’m serious about what I want, and that includes getting my hands on her.

“Tomorrow,” I say when I rub my thumb on her bottom lip and lean back to put some distance between us. “We can make it until tomorrow.”

“What about tonight?” she asks and then hiccups a little.

I have to hold back my laughter as she falls back on the small couch and struggles to keep her eyes open.

“Tonight, little Bee, I’m going to drive you home and tuck you into bed. Then I’m going to come back here and jerk off thinking about you until my hand cramps up too much for me to use it.”