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It’s been too long and my body is on fire, but I know what she’s saying. I won’t push, even though I am ready.
I agree; it would be different this time. We know each other now. Okay, a lot of our interactions have been food-based, but still. We’ve exposed ourselves in ways that have nothing to do with bare skin.
Tonight, though, was a straightforward first date in many ways, but it’s impossible to ignore everything that came before.
“Can I take you out again?” I ask, trying not to let fear creep into my voice.
That’s what I really couldn’t stand—if she wasn’t willing to give me a chance to be more than the father of her child.
It terrifies me.
Not that I’ll tell anyone, but I can admit it to myself.
I need her. Not simply to fulfill the cute domestic fantasy in my head, the fantasy that will make me feel like my life has meaning, but because she’s Marissa, and she’s lovely, even when she’s scarfing down cabbage rolls like it’s the end of the world.
I need her to return my feelings, and there are signs she might be heading in that direction, but what if I’m wrong? I don’t know much about these things and—
“Yes,” she says. “We can do that again.”
Once I’m back in my car, pulling away from her building, I pump my fist in victory.
Why the hell are you happy? my dick asks. I’m in pain!
“Oh, shut up,” I say.
Now I’m really losing it, because I’m talking out loud to my dick.
And yet all seems right with the world.
Chapter 18
Vince
The morning after my first real date with Marissa, I’m frustrated with myself.
I didn’t have a great sleep last night. I was rolling around in bed, wishing she was there with me. Wishing she’d wake up in the middle of the night and cuddle up to me, then wrap her lips around my cock and let me spend in her mouth.
I jerked myself off to the thought of her.
And now it’s ten in the morning...and here I am again. In the shower this time, the water washing over my skin, my dick in my hand. I close my eyes and tip my head back as I remember the way she bit into that savory donut. The way she licked her lips after eating raspberry-balsamic sorbet.
If I have these foods again, I’ll inevitably think of her.
I pump myself faster, wishing I was inside her instead of alone. I wouldn’t have sex with her in the shower—I’m too worried about her slipping—but we could shower together, and afterward, I could dry her off with a towel and sit her on the counter...and then I could slide into her. Heaven. She’d wrap her legs around me and urge me on, making noises at least as erotic as the ones she makes when eating cheesecake.
I explode in my hand, then brace myself against the wall.
Now that my head isn’t completely lost in thoughts of Marissa, I dimly recall that my dad plans to visit me this morning.
And I just jerked myself off in the shower. Lovely.
* * *
My dad rarely visits me by himself. Usually, my mother is with him.
I can’t help worrying. What does he want to talk to me about alone?
Once I get out of the shower and put on semi-respectable clothes, it’s ten thirty-five and my dad was supposed to arrive at ten thirty.
