Firefighter's Virgin

“Yes, what would you like, dear?” Brandon asked as he let one of his fingers slide under the fabric of my panties.

His finger moved softly up and down my body as I tried my best to gather enough energy to respond to the woman. He knew I wasn’t going to be able to talk and purposely put me on the spot. I vowed I would pay him back for this sometime very soon.

“Um, I’d just like some California rolls and an ice…” Oh crap. I stopped talking as his finger slid into me and I had to catch my breath. “An ice water, thank you,” I managed to say before she turned to get Brandon’s order.

Every muscle in my body tensed up as I tried not to get pleasure out of his finger moving inside of me. I looked at the table and counted the silverware, then looked up to the ceiling and counted the tiles. I couldn’t give in. I wouldn’t give in no matter what.

“Can you tell me those specials, please?” Brandon asked as he looked at the waitress, but continued to pleasure me at the same time.

He was torturing me right there in the restaurant. The longer the waitress stayed at the table, the longer I had to hold m

y composure. I pulled in a deep breath and reached down to hold his hand and try to prevent him from moving, but his finger was already inside of me and he continued to wiggle it in a “come-hither” motion as he listened to the day’s specials.

“I think I’ll have the California rolls, also,” he finally said when she had finished rattling off all of the specials for the day.

“You’re an evil man,” I let out breathlessly when she finally left.

“Mmmm, that was a lot of fun. Thanks for playing,” he leaned in and gently touch my cheek. “Are you sure you have to go back to work today?”

His breath made my body tingle as I closed my eyes and felt him near me. I didn’t want to go back to work. I didn’t want to deal with the stress of the hacker in our system or the jerk of a boss I had. I wanted to go someplace with Brandon and let all the stresses of my life just melt away.

But I knew that I couldn’t do that; as much as I wanted to be irresponsible, that just wasn’t me.

“I’m going to have to finish work, sorry.”

“I understand. I used to work, you know,” he said proudly. “I’m unemployed now, though. I promise I’ll make something of myself someday.”

“My mother always warned me about dating a man who didn’t have a job.”

“She said to stay away from guys like me, didn’t she?”

“Yep. She’d be so disappointed in me,” I said.

We both laughed, and I found myself again feeling totally comfortable with Brandon.

After our first date, I wasn’t exactly sure if I had imagined how nice it had been to be with Brandon. It had been such a long time since I’d had a decent guy around, I had started to believe I just made up the chemistry in my head to justify why I liked him so much. But as I sat there with him, it was clear I hadn’t made anything up, at all. We did match up very well. There was chemistry between us, and I was more myself around him than I was with most people.

“So, your ex-wife seemed nice,” I said to break us out of our erotic mood.

It certainly did the job, and all of a sudden we were in a totally serious conversation. I really did think his ex-wife seemed nice, though. She had smiled at me and made eye contact; she didn’t look like a bitchy ex-wife, like I had built her up to be in my head.

“Yes, she’s a decent person. We just couldn’t stay married.”

“Do you mind that she’s getting remarried? I know you said you weren’t so sure about the guy, but do you still love her?”

“I will always care about her. We had a beautiful son and a great marriage while it was good, but I’m not in love with her.’

“My friend Mattie seemed to like you.”

“Yeah, she did. You better be careful; I think she might try to steal me away from you,” he said.

“Are you mine?” I leaned my head onto my hand and looked over at him.

I felt like he was mine and I was his. It was weird, and I didn’t want to feel that way. I was the girl who pushed people away. I was the girl who didn’t like commitment and wasn’t going to date a guy because I knew there weren’t men out there who could understand my loss. I was the woman who didn’t know if she would ever fall for another man as long as I lived; yet I sat there hoping that he would say he was mine.

“Do you mind if I say yes?”

“Just for now,” I said in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Who knows? I might decide to let Mattie have you,” I winked.