Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Wild Side

Dinner went by slowly. She ordered cheesy focaccia for them to share and fed him each bite, licking his drool from her thumb and staring into his eyes each time. Her shoes rested on the floor beneath the table so her feet could rest in his lap. Every once in a while she would run the sole of her foot along his zipper, innocently looking away.

  They ordered a bottle of wine. Eddie was impressed by how elegantly she spoke to the wait staff. "You really know your stuff," he said, grinding his thumb into the ball of her foot. She smirked and nodded, tipping her wine glass back to finish her third glass. "That feels so good," she hummed, scooting further down in her seat so he could get his hands all over her feet.

  They had Cacio e Pepe, Eddie doing the feeding this time. It was amazing to eat such fancy food when you had the munchies. Beth winced as the fork smacked into her teeth. Eddie apologized as their main dishes were arriving to the table.

  Steam rose from her ossobuco, filling her nose with garlic and citrus, making her stomach growl. "What the hell is that?" Eddie poked at the meat. "A baby cow" she laughed, mouth full of dripping meat. She wiped her mouth and offered him a bite. He held her hand and guided the fork into his mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head at the flavors and how buttery it felt.

  Eddie's ravioli was nothing like he was expecting. It had flavorful meat and cheese stuffed inside, and the sauce had mushrooms and was creamy. "Damn Italy," he mumbled through bites, "We need to move there." She beamed. "Sì!"

  They exchanged more food, more intense eye contact, more touches that were barely there, but were enough there to turn them on. When their stomachs were full, highs now faded, they held hands and told silly childhood stories. "I was a mermaid for Christmas one year", Eddie admitted. "No way I was Peter Pan once!" Eddie had never told anyone this before, but it seemed like a good place to share.

  They talked about school. Eddie was really embarrassed to admit to her how badly he had been doing. "I can help you, for real. I was valedictorian of my class." She wasn't even bragging. She was so smart and sweet and Eddie wanted to make her cum right here and right now. "You're amazing," he whispered, kissing her nail beds.

The waiter handed Eddie the check. He did his best to pretend it wasn't the biggest bill he had ever seen. "How much is it?", she asked, opening up her purse. "Don't you fucking think about it," he griped. "Eddie you look like you're going to shit yourself", she insisted. He shook his head, hands flying around in refusal. "I have a real job, you aren't my mommy," he argued. He even left a big fat tip to prove a point. "I may not be your mommy, but can I call you daddy?", she begged.

Eddie carried her to the van on his back, hands squeezing at the underside of her thighs as he enjoyed keeping her held up. He opened the back doors of the van and climbed in with her still wrapped around him. He slammed the doors, gently laying her down on a pillow and spreading out a blanket.

He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. She wrapped her fingers up in his hair, then moved one to his throat. She nibbled at his bottom lip until he growled. He remembered there was nothing below her skirt keeping him from feeling her wet slit. As she was pulling a cigarette out and lighting it, Eddie swept her onto her back and pushed up her skirt. His tongue was hot against her cunt. His breath teased at her nerves, almost causing her to drop her cigarette and burn the whole van down.

"Oh, Eddie, you're so good to me. You're a fucking rockstar," she praised. He slowly and deeply ran his tongue around her swollen bud with his hands pulling her hips down against him. She involuntarily grinder against him, eager for a change of pace. His mouth squished against her glistening pussy. Mumbles of how good she tasted and what a good girl she was rumbled against her skin and caused her to moan even louder.