dare say, ‘That's what she said,’ again. You are not nearly as quiet are you think." This time we both bust out laughing. Seconds later, I silence her with my lips.
A FTER ORDERING Chinese food, we spend the rest of night curled up on the couch pretending to be watching old movies, but really making out like teenagers. We were able to keep things on a very PG level. Jesse apparently isn’t the type of girl to go any further on a first date. She didn't say this to me, but when I trailed kisses down her chest toward her exposed cleavage, she literally jumped off the couch making an excuse about using the restroom. After that, I kept my hands and mouth, focused above the neck. There is tons of stuff above the neck. I licked her neck and sucked on her ears. She made the cutest moans and sighs when I would let my teeth graze across her skin. I laughed once because I swear she almost got off.
Jesse gave just as well as she took. She did amazing things with her tongue that only served to get me excited to see what else she could do with that mouth.
At almost midnight, she announced that it was time for her to leave.
"Brett, I've got to go home," she says, pulling away from our heated kiss.
"Why?" I follow her forward trying to continue the kiss.
I’m not ready for her to leave yet. After our rough start earlier, this day has been perfect. It’s not very often that I feel this way, so I’m reluctant to let her go, leaving me to face my shitty life again. I want to ask her to stay the night, but I remind myself this is only our first date. Besides, I have been hard for almost ten hours straight. Asking her to stay is not in anyone’s best interest. She seems to have loosened up around me over the last few hours, but I'm relatively sure waking up to me unconsciously dry humping her in the middle of the night would not go over well.
"It's late, and we both have to work in the morning," she says, squirming out of my arms and picking up her boots.
"Alright, if you insist. You're still cooking me dinner this week, right?"
"Of course, how about Thursday? I have class Tuesday and Wednesday afternoon, so it won't give me enough time to prepare the food."
"Oh, um…Thursdays are bad for me." Of course she would pick the one night that I see Sarah every week. And just like that, all of the guilt and responsibilities come crashing back down on my shoulders. It was one night of freedom, but it was just long enough to remind me how great it is to feel like myself again. All good things must come to an end, right? The universe has never been kind to me. I should have predicted Jess's only free night would be a Thursday.
"Okay, how about Friday?" She smiles.
"Yeah, that works," I say in somber tone.
"What's going on? You just flipped on me again. You went from funny and sweet, to sad and distant."
I let out a loud breath feeling bad that I keep doing this to her. "No, I'm fine. I just don't want to wait until Friday to see you again." It's the truth, but not the answer to her question. "Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?"
"Are you sure you don't want to wait the mandatory three days between dates?" she asks. I have no idea if she is kidding or not, because she looks worried about my answer.
"Yes, I'm positive I don't want to wait three days. If you decide to avoid me for three days just to play hard to get, I will remind you that I'm a detective and I know where you work." I joke trying to lighten the mood again.
"Brett, I've asked you out twice now. It's safe to assume that I don't understand the concept of playing hard to get."
"Good, then its decided. Dinner tomorrow night. I'll pick you up at seven. Oh and Jess, please don't let Kara dress you this time. I won't be able to handle seeing you dressed like that again without being able to touch every inch of that sexy body." And just like that, my mission is accomplished. Her eyes go wide and her cheeks turn pink as she sucks in a shocked breath. She looks so
A FTER ORDERING Chinese food, we spend the rest of night curled up on the couch pretending to be watching old movies, but really making out like teenagers. We were able to keep things on a very PG level. Jesse apparently isn’t the type of girl to go any further on a first date. She didn't say this to me, but when I trailed kisses down her chest toward her exposed cleavage, she literally jumped off the couch making an excuse about using the restroom. After that, I kept my hands and mouth, focused above the neck. There is tons of stuff above the neck. I licked her neck and sucked on her ears. She made the cutest moans and sighs when I would let my teeth graze across her skin. I laughed once because I swear she almost got off.
Jesse gave just as well as she took. She did amazing things with her tongue that only served to get me excited to see what else she could do with that mouth.
At almost midnight, she announced that it was time for her to leave.
"Brett, I've got to go home," she says, pulling away from our heated kiss.
"Why?" I follow her forward trying to continue the kiss.
I’m not ready for her to leave yet. After our rough start earlier, this day has been perfect. It’s not very often that I feel this way, so I’m reluctant to let her go, leaving me to face my shitty life again. I want to ask her to stay the night, but I remind myself this is only our first date. Besides, I have been hard for almost ten hours straight. Asking her to stay is not in anyone’s best interest. She seems to have loosened up around me over the last few hours, but I'm relatively sure waking up to me unconsciously dry humping her in the middle of the night would not go over well.
"It's late, and we both have to work in the morning," she says, squirming out of my arms and picking up her boots.
"Alright, if you insist. You're still cooking me dinner this week, right?"
"Of course, how about Thursday? I have class Tuesday and Wednesday afternoon, so it won't give me enough time to prepare the food."
"Oh, um…Thursdays are bad for me." Of course she would pick the one night that I see Sarah every week. And just like that, all of the guilt and responsibilities come crashing back down on my shoulders. It was one night of freedom, but it was just long enough to remind me how great it is to feel like myself again. All good things must come to an end, right? The universe has never been kind to me. I should have predicted Jess's only free night would be a Thursday.
"Okay, how about Friday?" She smiles.
"Yeah, that works," I say in somber tone.
"What's going on? You just flipped on me again. You went from funny and sweet, to sad and distant."
I let out a loud breath feeling bad that I keep doing this to her. "No, I'm fine. I just don't want to wait until Friday to see you again." It's the truth, but not the answer to her question. "Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?"
"Are you sure you don't want to wait the mandatory three days between dates?" she asks. I have no idea if she is kidding or not, because she looks worried about my answer.
"Yes, I'm positive I don't want to wait three days. If you decide to avoid me for three days just to play hard to get, I will remind you that I'm a detective and I know where you work." I joke trying to lighten the mood again.
"Brett, I've asked you out twice now. It's safe to assume that I don't understand the concept of playing hard to get."
"Good, then its decided. Dinner tomorrow night. I'll pick you up at seven. Oh and Jess, please don't let Kara dress you this time. I won't be able to handle seeing you dressed like that again without being able to touch every inch of that sexy body." And just like that, my mission is accomplished. Her eyes go wide and her cheeks turn pink as she sucks in a shocked breath. She looks so
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