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“Sounds like it.”
Our rolls arrive then, clearing away the gray clouds of our topic. I look down at our spread and realize I may have gone a little overboard in ordering.
“It’s all so colorful,” Hazel says and situates the chopsticks in her hand.
“Start with these three,” I tell her, pointing at the unagi, dragon, and Philadelphia rolls.
She stares at me skeptically, and I wait for her argument, but it never comes. Hazel plucks one roll off each plate, and I choose my own favorites. We eat in silence, my attention never far from her as she wraps her lips around each roll. Her neck moves with each swallow, and I’m gifted with a sweet moan of satisfaction or two.
Watching her eat is utterly erotic. I didn’t expect a dinner experience with her to turn into foreplay—not that I assume we’ll end in bed tonight. I wouldn’t exactly object to losing myself in her warmth, but I don’t want to rush us.
“So?” I ask when she sets her chopsticks down to grab her drink.
She nods. “Well, Nurse Hottie, it seems you know how to give my love of sushi mouth-to-mouth. I’ve never eaten so many yummy flavors.”
I smirk. “If everything goes well, it won’t be the only thing I’ll be giving mouth-to-mouth to.”
Her pretty lips form an O, and her pupils dilate. She recovers and nods slowly. “Maybe I won’t object to it either,” she says, flirting back, and grabs the chopsticks. “Now, what else do you suggest?”
My mind spurns dirty, delicious thoughts of tasting other things, and I clear my throat. Blood has rushed to my groin, and I force myself not to shift in my seat. Unable to speak, I point to two other sushi rolls. She sets them on her plate without a word, the tension building between us.
I’ll be shocked if there aren’t fireworks when we do make it into bed. She stimulates my body and mind. I’m left thirsty for what she has to offer, and from where I’m sitting, I see a lot.
***
I’m not sure at what point during the movie Hazel laid her head on my shoulder, and I don’t care. Her hair is soft against my cheek, and I commit the smell to memory. My heart’s racing in my chest, and I can’t focus on the screen. From what I’ve watched, it’s not a bad movie. I’m just lost in Hazel. Nerves coursing through me, I debate what to do… if anything.
Carefully, I raise my arm and scoop her hand. She shifts her fingers until they link with mine. I feel her puff of air when she sighs, and I smile. My stomach rolls with excitement and nerves. The feeling reminds me of high school when crushing on girls was a thing.
I breathe a little easier at the small show of intimacy. My mind settles a little, and my stomach rolls with waves of excitement.
Half an hour later, we all gather at the base of the stairs, attempting to turn the corner now that the movie has ended. I shift my hand from its new favorite spot at the base of her spine, and someone bumps into me.
Hazel gasps and I freeze, my fingers curling automatically around the round flesh of her ass. A handful really. It’s perfect in my hand, but I must move it. “I’m so sorry,” I mutter and pull back.
Studying her in the dim light, surrounded by countless strangers, I’m not sure what she’ll say or do. Embarrassment hits me, and I hope she doesn’t think I did it on purpose. I want to. I want to take hold of her hot cheeks and press her hips into mine. I want it like I want my next breath, but I won’t do it yet.
This is our first date, and I really like her. I won’t jeopardize things by thinking with my dick. I’ll rub one off later to ease my need, but rushing things won’t get me anywhere. Not with a woman like Hazel. She deserves more.
Her eyes sparkle, and a bubble of laughter slips from between her lips. She shrugs as she moves in front of me and calls back over her shoulder. “An accident, I know.”
I shake my head at the temptress. She saw my look of horror and fear and played me. It makes me want to push her against a wall and kiss her hard.
We reach the bathrooms and separate. A few minutes later, I’m leaning against a wall waiting for her return. With no service inside the building, I have nothing left to do but analyze this growing relationship.
I like this woman a hell of a lot. She’s someone my mother and sister would like. Things are comfortable with her, and the sexual tension between us is starting to drive me nuts. The possibility of a real future is there, but only time will tell.
“Hey,” she says, drawing me from my musings.
I return her smile. “All good?”
She nods. “I should have known the line was going to be out the door.”
This is the end of our plans, but I’m reluctant to end our date. Hazel slips her arm into mine and pulls me forward. We follow the dwindling crowd toward the exit and talk about the movie. Outside, our steps slow to a stroll. It seems neither of us is ready for tonight to end.
As I look up, an idea forms. “How does ice cream sound?”
Hazel groans. “That’s tempting, but I don’t know if I can.”
