Please be yourself."
"You mean feed you a hurried meal and lure you back to my home for a night of sex?"
I laughed. "If you treat me like you did on Saturday, I will be ecstatic."
She started the car and backed out of my driveway.
"Where is dinner?" I asked her.
"Do you like sushi?"
"Yes." I smiled.
"It's a drive, but there's a great sushi place on Grand Avenue in St. Paul. We have reservations."
"Wonderful."
As I had with Moira, I set my arm where Gwendolyn could readily touch me if she wanted to. She noticed right away and smiled. She wrapped my hand in hers and drove one handed most of the way to the restaurant. I asked her about work.
"Two bypasses this morning, and I was only assisting on the first one . Consultations this afternoon. How about you?"
"I assisted with two closings today and wrote loans for three others." I paused. "Neither of us are good about talking about our jobs."
She laughed. "I'm sorry."
"Tell me about your first sushi experience."
She thought about it for a minute. "It was in college. I was seeing this woman from Japan. It was casual. Steamy but casual. She took me."
"What was her name?"
"Kazuko," she said. "She was lovely."
"Do you remember what you had?"
Gwendolyn looked over at me. "The first time we went, she kept it simple. Nigiri and spicy tuna rolls, I believe. We went a few times, and she introduced some of the more exotic items."
"Do you like those?"
She shrugged. "I won't order any tonight, but you certainly may if you like. My favorites are pretty tame. I like the salmon and tuna nigiri, spicy tuna rolls and California rolls."
"Those are my favorites, too," I said. "Especially the tuna."
She smiled. "Something in common."
I reached over with my right hand and caressed the skin on her arm. She glanced over at me and smiled.
"You've been out with Moira."
"How can you tell?"
She glanced down at my fingers. "That."
"Have you and Moira dated?"
"No. We would be horrible together. We're both dominant. We would fight horribly." She smiled in understanding. "Now I know why I don't get any truffles."
"I'm sorry," I told her.
"No. This wasn't your idea. You didn't even want to be there."
"You are both being amazing so far," I said. "No freaking the straight girl."
She laughed. "All part of our fiendish plan to both earn a toaster oven."
I laughed. "Doesn't it go to whichever of you beds me first?"
"Maybe it'll be a threesome."
"We'd need to make it four and invite Bonnie."
"Oh, now that would change the dynamic," Gwendolyn said. "Bonnie is a handful."
"Are you talking about her chest or her ass?"
Gwendolyn smiled. "No comment."
"Have you checked out my ass?" I asked her.
"Yes."
"Really? When?"
"When you were on stage. I wouldn't mind a closer look."
"Did it pass inspection, Doctor?"
"Cursory inspection only," she said. "If you want a proper medical opinion, you'll need to take off the dress."
I smiled. "I guess I'll have to live with the cursory inspection."
She looked over. "We're just flirting."
"I know. I'm having fun."
"Good."
We pulled off the freeway and began working our way through the surface streets. Grand Avenue was busy, but it's always busy. But it was early, and the parking lot wasn't too full. Gwendolyn parked, and we climbed out. At the back of the car, I took her arm. She reached over with her right hand to cover my hands on her arm, but had to release me to open the doors. We stepped inside and were promptly led to a table.
The restaurant was cozy. Not too small, but not huge, with a simple Japanese decor. There was a sushi bar along one side and too hibachi tables in the opposite corner, but we sat at a table near the middle, sitting across the table from each other.
"Will you let me order?" she asked.
"Will you be ordering my favorites?"
"And a few other things. You are not obligated to eat anything that doesn't suit you."
The waitress came by, and Gwendolyn ordered for us in Japanese. She surprised the waitress, but I heard
"You mean feed you a hurried meal and lure you back to my home for a night of sex?"
I laughed. "If you treat me like you did on Saturday, I will be ecstatic."
She started the car and backed out of my driveway.
"Where is dinner?" I asked her.
"Do you like sushi?"
"Yes." I smiled.
"It's a drive, but there's a great sushi place on Grand Avenue in St. Paul. We have reservations."
"Wonderful."
As I had with Moira, I set my arm where Gwendolyn could readily touch me if she wanted to. She noticed right away and smiled. She wrapped my hand in hers and drove one handed most of the way to the restaurant. I asked her about work.
"Two bypasses this morning, and I was only assisting on the first one . Consultations this afternoon. How about you?"
"I assisted with two closings today and wrote loans for three others." I paused. "Neither of us are good about talking about our jobs."
She laughed. "I'm sorry."
"Tell me about your first sushi experience."
She thought about it for a minute. "It was in college. I was seeing this woman from Japan. It was casual. Steamy but casual. She took me."
"What was her name?"
"Kazuko," she said. "She was lovely."
"Do you remember what you had?"
Gwendolyn looked over at me. "The first time we went, she kept it simple. Nigiri and spicy tuna rolls, I believe. We went a few times, and she introduced some of the more exotic items."
"Do you like those?"
She shrugged. "I won't order any tonight, but you certainly may if you like. My favorites are pretty tame. I like the salmon and tuna nigiri, spicy tuna rolls and California rolls."
"Those are my favorites, too," I said. "Especially the tuna."
She smiled. "Something in common."
I reached over with my right hand and caressed the skin on her arm. She glanced over at me and smiled.
"You've been out with Moira."
"How can you tell?"
She glanced down at my fingers. "That."
"Have you and Moira dated?"
"No. We would be horrible together. We're both dominant. We would fight horribly." She smiled in understanding. "Now I know why I don't get any truffles."
"I'm sorry," I told her.
"No. This wasn't your idea. You didn't even want to be there."
"You are both being amazing so far," I said. "No freaking the straight girl."
She laughed. "All part of our fiendish plan to both earn a toaster oven."
I laughed. "Doesn't it go to whichever of you beds me first?"
"Maybe it'll be a threesome."
"We'd need to make it four and invite Bonnie."
"Oh, now that would change the dynamic," Gwendolyn said. "Bonnie is a handful."
"Are you talking about her chest or her ass?"
Gwendolyn smiled. "No comment."
"Have you checked out my ass?" I asked her.
"Yes."
"Really? When?"
"When you were on stage. I wouldn't mind a closer look."
"Did it pass inspection, Doctor?"
"Cursory inspection only," she said. "If you want a proper medical opinion, you'll need to take off the dress."
I smiled. "I guess I'll have to live with the cursory inspection."
She looked over. "We're just flirting."
"I know. I'm having fun."
"Good."
We pulled off the freeway and began working our way through the surface streets. Grand Avenue was busy, but it's always busy. But it was early, and the parking lot wasn't too full. Gwendolyn parked, and we climbed out. At the back of the car, I took her arm. She reached over with her right hand to cover my hands on her arm, but had to release me to open the doors. We stepped inside and were promptly led to a table.
The restaurant was cozy. Not too small, but not huge, with a simple Japanese decor. There was a sushi bar along one side and too hibachi tables in the opposite corner, but we sat at a table near the middle, sitting across the table from each other.
"Will you let me order?" she asked.
"Will you be ordering my favorites?"
"And a few other things. You are not obligated to eat anything that doesn't suit you."
The waitress came by, and Gwendolyn ordered for us in Japanese. She surprised the waitress, but I heard
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