Tainted Desires | 18+

40 - Excuses

Mirabelle Morrison

As I stood on Terrence's doorstep, my heart pounded with nervous anticipation. I was excited about the date I had planned for us. However, a wave of self-doubt washed over me as I remembered how effortlessly creative Terrence was when it came to planning our last date.

The door swung open, revealing Terrence with a warm smile on his face. He looked handsome as ever, wearing a casual stylish outfit that made my heart skip a beat. "Hey," he greeted me enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Hey," I replied, returning his smile. "I have a surprise for our date today, but I'll need you to trust me and let me drive."

Terrence raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Oh, really? Well, I trust you with my dick, I trust you with my car."

My cheeks flushed, surprised by Terrence's unexpected comment. Trying to regain my composure, I chuckled softly and playfully nudged his arm.

"Alright, Mr. Trusting, let's get going then," I said, reaching out to grab the car keys from his hand. Terrence followed me, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

We hopped into the car, and I took a moment to compose myself, letting go of the lingering heat on my cheeks. As I started the engine, I couldn't help but feel a sense of determination. I wanted to show Terrence that I could plan a memorable date, too.

With a clear destination in mind, I navigated the familiar streets while stealing glances at Terrence, who was sitting beside me. His playful smile hinted at the excitement building within him, and it spurred me on even more.

As we arrived at our destination, I parked the car and turned off the engine. We stepped out, and Terrence looked around with curiosity. We were standing in front of an art studio-a place I had discovered during my search for unique date ideas.

"I thought we could try something different today," I said, gesturing towards the studio. "How about a pottery class?"

Terrence's eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of intrigue and amusement. "Pottery class? You just want to get my hands wet, huh?"

Grinning, I pulled him into the studio, where a friendly instructor greeted us and led us to a table filled with clay, tools, and examples of finished pottery. As we settled into our seats, the instructor explained the basics of pottery and guided us through the process.

As we listened attentively to the instructor's guidance, our hands began to explore the malleable clay before us. Terrence glanced at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"You know," he started, his voice playful, "I'm starting to think you brought me here just to witness my amazing dipping skills."

I glanced around, hoping no one heard his naughty remark. A playful blush crept up my cheeks once again, and I playfully nudged his arm. "Oh, really? Is that the only skill you're here to showcase?"

Terrence chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you know me. I like to keep you on your toes."

The instructor, seemingly unaware of our banter, continued explaining the various techniques and demonstrated how to dip the pottery into glaze for a smooth, glossy finish. As we followed along, dipping our creations into the vibrant colours, Terrence couldn't resist adding a bit of flair.

He dipped his fingers into multiple shades of glaze and playfully flicked some droplets in my direction. I gasped, feigning surprise.

"Hey now, watch where you're flicking those droplets," I teased, wiping off a tiny speck from my cheek.

Terrence grinned, unapologetic, and he leaned to whisper in my ear, "I'm just getting you ready for later."

A shiver ran down my spine as Terrence's words tickled my ear. I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through me.