I smile at my phone before I type back a message of my own.
I’d love to see you again, Lily. Dinner tonight?
A message comes back only two minutes later.
I get home from work by seven. Is that too late?
Oh, sweet Lily. You have so much to learn.
Words can’t express how excited I am that she decided to reach out and message me. At this point, I didn’t think she was going to call or text. It’s been several days and in my experience, once people go back to work after the weekend, they tend to slip back into the reality of their daily lives. Once you’re sitting at your job, it’s easy to brush away the magic you experienced over the weekend.
It’s easy to convince yourself you imagined things were more special than they really were. Lily isn’t doing that, though. Oh, there’s no doubt in my mind she spent the last several days thinking about the moments we shared together at Anchored.
Did she touch herself thinking about me?
Did she yearn for me?
Did she dream of me?
Talking with Casey shouldn’t have gotten me excited, but it did. Explaining BDSM to her made me all the more excited to teach Lily. I glance at the clock: only a few more hours to go.
Lily and I text for a few minutes and she sends me her address so I can pick her up for dinner. I know the perfect place to take her. She’ll love it.
I just wish my cock wasn’t so hard thinking about her. The way she came apart under my hands was incredible, fantastic. I’m already hungry for more. I’m already anxious and ready to touch her again, to play with her again.
I’m already aching to bury myself deep inside of her.
**
Lily lives on a quiet suburban street. We decided to meet at eight so she could have time to get ready after work. When I pull into the driveway at 7:55, she comes outside to meet me.
“Hey,” I say, stepping out of the car. “I’m supposed to come to the door and pick you up, romantic-style.”
She raises an eyebrow. “You want to meet my dad, too?”
“Do you live with your dad?”
“No.”
“Then, no, I don’t want to meet him. Not tonight. Let me look at you, gorgeous.” I motion for her to spin in a circle and Lily smiles, but does what I ask. She’s wearing a simple red dress with black flats, but she looks beautiful. Her outfit is perfect for a night on the town or a night in bed. It could go either way.
“Well?” She asks nervously. “What do you think?”
“I think you look beautiful.”
“You look quite nice yourself,” she smiles and steps forward, coming to give me a hug. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her forehead.
“I’m glad you texted me,” I tell her.
“Me too.”
Suddenly, I hear a screech and peer behind Lily at her front window. There’s a little ball of fur squeezed between her blinds and the glass panes of the window.
“Don’t mind Owl,” she says. “He doesn’t like when I go out with boys.”
“Owl?”
“My kitten.”