He just smiles and takes a sip of water, watching me, waiting for me to speak. I know exactly what he’s doing. I was the one who started this, after all. I was the one who pushed him to flirt with me.
Can’t I be the one to stop it?
Maybe James has a bit of Dominant in him because he’s playing me and he hasn’t even touched me yet. Already my eyes are dilated and my breasts are swollen and my pussy is aching. Already my panties are soaked and I keep clenching and unclenching my fists, trying to keep my body under control.
“Having trouble, Kasey?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at me.
“No, I’m fine. Just wondering if you date a lot, you know, since coming back from overseas and stuff. Oh, look! Food. Our food.” The server appears with a smile and places our food in front of us, then disappears.
I stare at my plate and lift my fork, but James speaks before I can take a bite.
“Kasey,” he murmurs, and I look at him.
“What?” I whisper.
“You’re gorgeous. You shouldn’t be scared of your sexuality. You’re absolutely beautiful and anyone you chose to share your body with would be lucky to have you.”
“I…” I should be offended that he’s talking about my body. I should be offended he’s making remarks about my sexuality.
But somehow…
Somehow with James it just doesn’t seem that bad. It doesn’t seem like he’s trying to hurt me or wound me. It seems like he’s just trying to communicate the best way he knows how.
And that way, apparently, is by talking about my body like he wants to eat me up.
“Go ahead. Eat your supper, doll.” He motions toward my food and begins eating his own. We finish in silence, each caught up in our own thoughts. He pays. Then we go back to his car and get inside.
We sit in silence for a minute, then James starts the car and drives me back to mine. He opens the door for me and walks me over to my little beat-up Honda. I unlock it and turn back to him.
Our night is ending sooner than I’d like. As much as I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship, I really liked being around James. He makes me feel like I’m a flower: delicate and sweet. He makes me feel desired and passionate.
He makes me feel alive, and that’s something I haven’t felt in a very long time.
“I had a good time,” I whisper.
“I want to see you again,” James says.
“Um, okay. Yeah, I’d like that.” I’ve never had someone be so blunt or up front with me about what they want and to be honest, I’m not quite sure what to do about that. Fortunately, I don’t have to do anything at the moment because just then, James kisses me.
It’s not a sweet kiss.
It’s not a gentle kiss.
It’s an I’m-about-to-have-an-orgasm-in-the-parking-lot kiss.
I grab his waist and pull him closer to me, harder, wanting more, needing more. I just need more. More. James gives me as much as I can take. Then he gives me a little bit more, just a little bit to push me over the edge of reason.
If I had any doubts about seeing him again, they’re gone now. Completely vanished.
He stops kissing me and smiles against my mouth.
“You’re a good kisser, Kasey.”
“You too.”
“What’s your phone number?”
“What?”