out.”
“What?” I shook my head frustrated. “I don’t want to go out.”
“What would you rather do?” He smiled wickedly.
“I want to make love.” I groaned and reached for him. “Make love to me.”
“I will,” He grinned. “Eventually.”
“What do you mean eventually?” I made a face.
“Let’s have some fun first.”
“What kind of fun?”
“I want to take you somewhere.”
“Where?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Why not?”
“Because then it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
“You never said it was going to be a surprise.”
“Well, I’m saying that now.” He jumped up and pulled me up with him. “Come on, Katie.”
“I don’t want to go.” I shook my head childishly and wiped my tears away. “Not unless you tell me where we are going.”
“I want to take you to an art exhibit at the Met.” He sighed and shook his head. “I wanted it to be a surprise because I wanted you to meet the artist.”
“Oh.” I made a face. “Sorry, I didn’t realize.”
“And I wanted to have sex with you behind one of the sculptures.” He grinned at me with vulture eyes.
“Brandon,” I laughed and jumped up eagerly. “Let’s go.”
“You’re my eager beaver.” He swung me around. “If I’d known you’d be this excited, I would have told you right away.”
“I like trying new things with you.” I paused and touched his face. “Unless we get caught. If we get caught I’ll kill you.”
“Don’t worry, if you get caught and you get a record and your job finds out and they fire you, you can just come and work for me.”
“Yeah, sure.” I pressed my face into his chest so that he couldn’t see the rising red in my face. Every time he brought up my job I felt a burning wave of shame and horror fill me up.
“We won’t get caught, though.” He hugged me to him. “Go and put on a dress. Not too long.”
“Okay.” I grinned back at him wickedly, excited about what he had planned for us.
“Oh, and Katie?”
“Yes?” I turned back to look at him as I walked into the bedroom.
“No need to put any underwear on.”
“Okay.” I smiled at him and he winked back at me. My body rose in temperature and I giggled as I looked through all my new dresses, deciding what to wear, all thoughts of the phone call long gone.
“You look gorgeous.” Brandon’s eyes widened as I walked out of the bedroom in my flowy white dress and light pink lipstick. “Your hair.” He touched it lightly. “It’s so wavy.”
“As opposed to frizzy?” I smiled, joyous at the appreciative looks he kept giving me.
“I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to leave the house.” He shook his head as he kept staring at me. “Your breasts are telling me you feel the same.”
“Huh?” I looked down and saw my nipples poking through my top. “Oh, maybe I should put a bra on.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I want easy access.”
“But other guys...”
“Other guys can fuck off. You’re all mine. If I even see one looking at you, they won’t know what's hit them.”
“Oh, Brandon.” I rolled my eyes and rubbed his jaw line. “You look sexy when you don’t shave.”
“You like the stubble, huh?”
“Yeah.” I nodded and blushed. ”It tickles.”
“Tickles?” He frowned, and then he grinned at me as he understood. “I guess it’s a good contrast to my tongue.”
“Yeah, the rough and the smooth turns me on.”
“Katie.” He groaned. “You don’t want us to go out, do you?” He pulled me towards him and kissed me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth and sucking mine as if it were his favorite lollipop. I reached down and rubbed his cock and it was already hard.
“I think you’re the one that doesn’t want to go out anymore.” I teased him as I pulled back from him. I reached my hand down his pants and held him for a few seconds before slowly running my fingers down to his balls and squeezing.
“Shit, Katie.” He groaned and closed his
“What?” I shook my head frustrated. “I don’t want to go out.”
“What would you rather do?” He smiled wickedly.
“I want to make love.” I groaned and reached for him. “Make love to me.”
“I will,” He grinned. “Eventually.”
“What do you mean eventually?” I made a face.
“Let’s have some fun first.”
“What kind of fun?”
“I want to take you somewhere.”
“Where?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Why not?”
“Because then it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
“You never said it was going to be a surprise.”
“Well, I’m saying that now.” He jumped up and pulled me up with him. “Come on, Katie.”
“I don’t want to go.” I shook my head childishly and wiped my tears away. “Not unless you tell me where we are going.”
“I want to take you to an art exhibit at the Met.” He sighed and shook his head. “I wanted it to be a surprise because I wanted you to meet the artist.”
“Oh.” I made a face. “Sorry, I didn’t realize.”
“And I wanted to have sex with you behind one of the sculptures.” He grinned at me with vulture eyes.
“Brandon,” I laughed and jumped up eagerly. “Let’s go.”
“You’re my eager beaver.” He swung me around. “If I’d known you’d be this excited, I would have told you right away.”
“I like trying new things with you.” I paused and touched his face. “Unless we get caught. If we get caught I’ll kill you.”
“Don’t worry, if you get caught and you get a record and your job finds out and they fire you, you can just come and work for me.”
“Yeah, sure.” I pressed my face into his chest so that he couldn’t see the rising red in my face. Every time he brought up my job I felt a burning wave of shame and horror fill me up.
“We won’t get caught, though.” He hugged me to him. “Go and put on a dress. Not too long.”
“Okay.” I grinned back at him wickedly, excited about what he had planned for us.
“Oh, and Katie?”
“Yes?” I turned back to look at him as I walked into the bedroom.
“No need to put any underwear on.”
“Okay.” I smiled at him and he winked back at me. My body rose in temperature and I giggled as I looked through all my new dresses, deciding what to wear, all thoughts of the phone call long gone.
“You look gorgeous.” Brandon’s eyes widened as I walked out of the bedroom in my flowy white dress and light pink lipstick. “Your hair.” He touched it lightly. “It’s so wavy.”
“As opposed to frizzy?” I smiled, joyous at the appreciative looks he kept giving me.
“I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to leave the house.” He shook his head as he kept staring at me. “Your breasts are telling me you feel the same.”
“Huh?” I looked down and saw my nipples poking through my top. “Oh, maybe I should put a bra on.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I want easy access.”
“But other guys...”
“Other guys can fuck off. You’re all mine. If I even see one looking at you, they won’t know what's hit them.”
“Oh, Brandon.” I rolled my eyes and rubbed his jaw line. “You look sexy when you don’t shave.”
“You like the stubble, huh?”
“Yeah.” I nodded and blushed. ”It tickles.”
“Tickles?” He frowned, and then he grinned at me as he understood. “I guess it’s a good contrast to my tongue.”
“Yeah, the rough and the smooth turns me on.”
“Katie.” He groaned. “You don’t want us to go out, do you?” He pulled me towards him and kissed me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth and sucking mine as if it were his favorite lollipop. I reached down and rubbed his cock and it was already hard.
“I think you’re the one that doesn’t want to go out anymore.” I teased him as I pulled back from him. I reached my hand down his pants and held him for a few seconds before slowly running my fingers down to his balls and squeezing.
“Shit, Katie.” He groaned and closed his
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