Bad Dog - Too Bad It's Fake

Part of me really hoped that he had seen, and that he had liked what he had seen. Truth be told, I would have gladly given it to him, and anything else on me that he took a liking to. I just wanted to feel his touch.

The restaurant was beautiful, though I really shouldn’t have been surprised. He clearly had money and was trying to impress me, though he really needn’t have bothered. Even if the indoor fountain and string quartet really were nice touches.

I had intended to be sweet, flirty, sexy. Really let him know what I was thinking and what I wanted. That was the plan, anyway.

But as was my habit, I talked about my animals. It was really the only subject I felt confident enough to talk about much, since it had been such a major part of my life for the better part of the last decade. I probably annoyed everyone when I talked so much about it. I figured Sam had a pet, though, so maybe he wouldn’t be too put off.

And to my surprise, he rolled with it, and before long, we were deep in a conversation that had meandered all over the map.

Our meal came, and while it was delicious, I barely noticed. I was too wrapped up in him. We talked about everything from politics to Disney movies. I felt at ease with Sam in a way I’d never experienced before.

But long after dinner was over, we’d still been talking for over an hour. When there was finally a lull in conversation, I realized that Sam looked just as riveted by me in my silence as he had when I was talking.

He just looked at me for a moment before putting a hand on my bare knee. I gasped at the sudden pleasure of his touch, heat coursing through me. Heat that only grew deeper as he slid his hand up to my inner thigh, my pussy starting to ache with desire.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked, eight words that filled me with a thrill I could hardly contain.

I wanted a clever, flirty line, a witty comeback that would leave him drooling, but my awkward brain short-circuited and failed me, so all I could do was nod helplessly and take his offered hand when he reached down to help me to my feet.

Chapter Six

Sam

I didn’t make it even halfway home. I couldn’t take it anymore. We both wanted the same thing. I still had my hand on her thigh as we drove and her skin was getting warmer by the minute, matching the increasing hardness of my cock.

I slipped my hand between her thighs, touching her through her panties, feeling the soaking wetness of her pussy through the thin cotton. Ronda gasped and writhed in pleasure, grinding harder against my hand.

The chemistry between us neared its boiling point, and some of this steam had to be released before there was an explosion. Spotting a park that looked open but deserted, I parked in a dark corner of the lot, hoping the tinted windows would do the trick.

Freed from the responsibilities of driving, I was able to enjoy Ronda more fully, starting with a passionate kiss. It was electric and fiery in a way I’d never felt before, consuming me from the inside out.

Ronda put a hand on my thigh near my hard cock, apparently a bit too nervous for full contact. I couldn’t blame her really, considering that we were out in the open like this. I just wanted her so much I was willing to make an exception.

I slipped a hand into the front of her panties and gently stroked the delicate folds of her pussy, which was wet and waiting for me. She moaned and pressed against me, but I could feel her trembling. I tried to slip a finger inside her, but she gasped and tensed, and I only got about halfway in.

“Are you okay?” I asked, breaking the kiss.

She blushed and looked away from me.

“Have… have you never done this before?”

She shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to hide her face in shame. There was no way I was abiding that, and I gently wiped them away.

“Hey, don’t cry. There is nothing wrong with that,” I said, stroking her cheek.

“You still want to do it?” she asked.

“Of course; we’ll just have to take things a bit easy,” I said.

I meant it, too. In fact, I was more than happy to find out that I’d be the one to take her virginity. It was just one more way I could claim her as my own, forever.

And I wanted her, more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. If that meant being gentle with her, I was more than happy to oblige.

Ronda timidly reached out and put her hand on my cock, lightly stroking it through my pants. She gave me a questioning look and I smiled, trying to encourage her.