It’s always, always, always a bad idea.
This is the type of situation where James and I fall in love, then the relationship ends awkwardly with him dating another random person I know and me being heartbroken. Or maybe he’ll turn out to secretly have PTSD and I won’t know for like, a year. Or maybe he has a deep, dark secret that will destroy our relationship when I discover it.
I know getting into a relationship with James would be a horrible idea.
It just would.
So why does it sound so damn appealing?
Somehow, I can’t help letting my mind wander a little bit as I think about what might happen between us. Is James the type of guy who likes to play a little bit? Does he do relationships? Will he take me home and let me suck him off? Would he want to date and get to know the “real” Kasey?
I quickly shove that thought from my head as soon as it appears. I know I come with baggage no one wants to have to deal with, but that’s fine. He doesn’t need to know about that. Not right now. Not today.
Besides, James isn’t interested in a relationship and even if he was, I’m not. This is just about tonight. This is just about having a little fun.
“What about you, James?” I ask. I try to sound sultry, but my voice comes out needy. What the hell? Is this my “horny” voice that’s come out to play? I’m not usually like this with guys. Not like this. Not really. I’m not usually so forward or blunt, but something about James makes me just…want him.
A lot.
“What about me?”
“What do you like in your mouth?”
“Well,” he leans forward, smiling, flashing me those perfect teeth. “Right now, I think I’d like your left nipple in my mouth, Kasey. Would you like that?”
I nod slowly, rubbing my thighs together under the table. How the hell am I going to make it through dinner?
“What about,” I pause, licking my lips. “What about my right nipple?”
“I’ll pinch that nipple, twist it with my fingers.”
He says it without hesitation, without even having to think about it. A mental image of James playing with my breasts flashes through my mind. I have to fight not to moan out loud in the restaurant.
He’s not done yet, though.
“Then, when you’re about to beg me to stop or keep going, I’ll switch. I’ll suck on your right nipple until it’s long and hard and pointy, and I’ll pinch your left nipple with my fingers. Do you have sensitive nipples, Kasey?”
“I…I don’t know.” No one’s ever paid that much attention to my nipples before. It’s not that the guys I’ve been with have been bad in bed – they haven’t, not really – but they haven’t rocked my socks, either. They’ve been fine.
But that’s all they’ve been.
Maybe they’ve always been in more of a rush than I thought. James and I aren’t even doing anything. Hell, we haven’t even started doing anything, but I’m wetter than I ever have been with boyfriends I’ve had in the past.
Apparently I have a lot to learn.
“Mmm, I bet your nipples are very sensitive, Kasey. I bet they’re fucking gorgeous. Do you have sweet pink little nipples, Kasey?” He leans forward, watching my eyes. I would have expected James to stare at my tits while he was talking about them, but he doesn’t. He keeps his gaze firmly planted at my face.
I like that.
I like that he makes me feel like a real person, like a valuable person. He doesn’t make me feel dirty or slutty the way he talks to me like this.
No one has ever talked to me like this.
Slowly, I nod. Words escape me at this moment. Even if I wanted to speak, I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. My mouth is dry and my tongue won’t move and I can’t say anything.
“I thought as much.” James nods like this is the most normal conversation he’s ever had in his life. Meanwhile, my panties are soaked and I’m worried that if he doesn’t stop soon, I’m going to start rubbing my thighs together beneath the table.
“So, um, do you date often?” I ask, trying terribly to change the topic, to talk about anything other than my pussy or my nipples or how much I’m thinking about what it would feel like to have James driving his dick into me.