Page 15 of Carnal Desire

I nodded, suddenly feeling shy. What would happen once we were alone? Would we continue that kiss? Do more? I hoped so,but then again, everything was happening so fast… I vacillated between hoping that we’d continue what we started and wanting to slow things down a bit. I was so confused.

Ariel took my hand and led me to the private elevators at the back of the building. As we passed the VIP area she lifted a hand to wave goodbye to her friends, several of whom were hooting and hollering at us. I kept my eyes down, too embarrassed at how I’d acted in front of a bunch of people I’d just met. God, they probably thought I was a slut or something.

Ariel and I were both quiet in the elevator, standing side by side and facing forward. When we got back inside the condo, Ariel gave my hand a squeeze.

“That got intense kind of fast,” she said.

My face fell. Was she regretting kissing me? Had I been too forward?

“I’m sorry, I should have --.”

As usual, Ariel seemed to be able to read my mind.

“That kiss was hot as fuck and I want nothing more than to tie you to my bed and make you come so many times you black out,” she said.

My jaw dropped at the visual. A rush of arousal flooded my already soaked panties.

“But we should probably slow down a bit,” she continued. “I don’t want to do anything that you’ll regret later.”

I found it interesting that she thought I’d be the one to regret if anything happened. Ariel was rich, beautiful, and successful. I had no doubt she could have her pick of any lesbian, bisexual, or bi-curious woman in the greater Chicagoland area. The fact that she wanted me was almost unbelievable.

Then again, so was the idea of me staying in this fancy condo with the perfect view of the city.

“How about this?” Ariel continued, oblivious to my inner turmoil. “Let’s get our pajamas on and watch a mindless sitcom. Do you likeMy Name is Earl?”

“My Name is Earl?”I asked in confusion. “I’ve never even heard of that, although I’ve never been a big TV watcher.”

We hadn’t been able to afford cable or streaming services when I was growing up, so I’d never really gotten into TV show culture. Video games had always been my favorite way to pass the time.

“Do you like weird, quirky shows?”

“Usually,” I responded.

“Oh well, you’re in for a treat then,” Ariel assured me. “Put on your jammies and I’ll meet you back here in five.”

I went back to my room, changing into the same sweatpants and tee shirt I’d found in the guest room dresser last night. After washing my face and brushing my teeth I went out into the living room. Ariel was wearing her pajamas, settled right in the middle of the overstuffed couch, a remote control in her hand.

“Come on,” she said, patting the cushion next to her. “You’re about to learn about Earl’s special brand of karma.”

As it turned out, I lovedMy Name is Earl.The characters reminded me of people I’d grown up with, and I found myself laughing along at their antics. At some point, Ariel put her arm around my shoulder, and I moved closer, snuggling against her side. It was nice.

We watched four episodes of the show before we decided to call it a night. Ariel walked me to my bedroom, then gently pushed me against the wall and kissed me until I was dizzy with lust. When she pulled back and wished me good night I almost cried out in frustration.

I was so on edge I would have willingly gone to her bed. Then again, Ariel was right. We probably needed to slow down. Not that my throbbing clit cared about common sense. I was tempted to take a bath and spend some quality time with the detachable showerhead, but somehow that seemed disrespectful so instead I just headed to bed.

When I got up the next morning Ariel was at the dining room table working on her computer, just like the day before. I wondered if she ever took a full day off. I guessed she hadn’tconquered Chicago’s commercial real estate market by sleeping in and neglecting work

“Good morning,” I mumbled.

I’d slept hard again, my dreams filled with visions of Ariel and woken up groggy. Once again I’d slept late I realized as I glanced at the clock. It was already nine-thirty.

“There’s coffee there,” she said, pointing towards the kitchen. “And there’s a breakfast casserole in the oven. Help yourself. I left the toaster out if you want toast with it.”

I slipped a piece of bread into the toaster, then served myself some casserole. I wasn’t sure what was in it, but it looked delicious. After buttering my toast and pouring a cup of coffee, I returned to the dining room. As soon as I sat down, Aiel closed her laptop.

“How’d you sleep?” she asked.

“Good. Really good. You?”

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