wuvmonki

My friend said that I left her hanging with The Morning After so I decided to write a second short.

The Third Date

I held my plate and mug in one hand as I slowly pushed the door open with my free hand. He had his back to me and was hunched over the keyboard of his computer.

"Come in." He said hoarsely.

I took the seat closest to the door watching him tilt his head slightly to the left while staring at the screen silently. He quickly gathered scattered papers then he slowly stood up and turned around.

I saw his eyes and instantly recognized them. They were gorgeous eyes. Unforgettable eyes. The rest though was a blur.

He sat down in the chair across from me and inspected me as I inspected him.

"You look different in the day light." He said freely.

"Is that a bad thing?" I said.

He simply shrugged then gave a smirking smile. It was a smile that he had most likely worked on for hours in front of the mirror. He had to. There was no way that he could give something so sweet innocent and absolutely perfect. No one owns such a smile. Not in this day and age.

"So..." I started.

"So." He said.

"Ah... what are we doing here? Getting to know each other?"

He spread his smile once again.

"Well, somehow I think we skipped the chit-chat last night. Talking now wouldn't hurt." He stood up quickly and took my hand pulling me to my feet. Raking his finger through the hair on the back of my neck he tugged me forward. "Or we could just go back to bed and get further acquainted."

I felt like he had pressed his hand against my throat. He looked down at my chest as my breath quickened. He took a step back.

"Or we could just sit here and finish our coffee." He mumbled.

But I followed his step. I looked up at his deep dark eyes and that inviting mouth made me realize that I was completely ready to get reintroduced. He took my hand and led me out of the den back down the hall into the bedroom once again. Flashes of the previous night flooded my mind as we once again threw our clothes all over the bedroom floor.

We were back on the bed and much like the night before where we ditched banal conversation and foreplay and dove right into pleasuring each other. He cupped the back of my knees and I wrapped my arms around his neck accepting the call his lips were giving.

Our sex was uncomplicated and paced. He took his time to give me what he thought I needed, which was everything I exactly wanted. After gasping and grunting over each other we finally fell exhausted into a calm silence. In the far distance I could hear the ring of my cell phone and I sat up scanning the room to see where I had dropped it.

"Just let it ring." He whispered.

I gave him a goofy grin and hopped out of the bed looking for it. I found it lying beneath one of his socks.

"Hello... Hey... yes. Uh-huh... Yeah, I'll be there." I snapped the lid shut and immediately began gather my clothes. "I have to go. I promised my mum I would pick her up and drop her home since her car is in the shop."

He nodded and got up to help me gather my clothes. I quickly got dressed and he walked me to the door.

"Listen sweets..."

"Alicinha."

He bashfully smiled. "Alicinha. Kevin."

We sniggered like idiots.

"Alicinha, I was thinking that maybe when you are done with what you are doing you'd like to come back and hang out with me for a bit."

"How about in two hours? Is that good?"

"Just fine. See you in two hours."

Two hours to the minute I was ringing his doorbell. He quickly opened the door and melted me with his boyish smile.

We parked ourselves on the couch. He had already laid out snacks, drinks and other totally decadent munchies.

We spent the rest of the afternoon and night watching bad television, terrible movies and barely paying attention to either because we were making out of feeling each other up. Eventually we made it back to the bedroom and had a slower paced session.

In the morning I would up looking at that ceiling again without the added panic I had had the day before. I was relaxed with him spooned up against me.

The house phone rang and he mumbled curses from beneath my hair before picking up the receiver.

What? He mumbled. Go away. Then he hung up the phone.

What was that all about?

Uh. Business crap. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer. Hey youre not doing anything this week why dont you come with me?

Who says Im not doing anything?

You did. You were laid off.

Oh. Right. Ok, where?

Vegas.

So hours later I was on a plane to La Vegas, Nevada. We got there and he went directed to business while I wandered around the casinos. When he got back we drank ourselves silly and gambled like we were Trumps children.

In the morning I woke up with the worst hangover staring up at strange ceiling again for the second time in a couple of days. Kevin rolled over and squeezed my ass.

So is this like a first date? I asked.

Nah. We had our first date the first time we met. The second date when you came back over and this is now our third date. What do you think so far?

Fabulous. I ran my fingers across his lips and saw a little sparkle on my right finger. I quickly sat up and grabbed his hand. We were wearing matching rings. Kevin whats happened here?

I just dont know how to keep myself out of trouble.
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The day is going slow. I am here until 8pm. Viva la hatred!

I tried on my hoochie mama catsuit this morning just for a little torture but it wasn't bad. I think if I actually do a few exercises my little ponch might disappear. Just four pounds to go to reach my goal.

I'm looking forward to the Burlesque Show this weekend. I feel like a twelve year old getting excited over porn I found under a matress. I've never been to a Burlesque show. Looking forward to it.

Right now, I'm hungry like a salivating dog. I should go out to get something to eat but as always I have settled into laziness. Fuck it. I'm going. Catch you later Suicide folk.