Pets

Man Whore (Gage)

I wake up a little before her and she is making her tiny sleeping noises. I love twirling her ponytail around my hand and fingers. It's so soft and silky. I look at my watch to check the time. It doesn't really matter as long as it's dark. I wish I had something more for her to do, but right now we are limited. And I really have no idea what to do on a real date.

Her eyes blink open and she has a lazy smile. "Best nap ever! Is it time to go?" She sighs and stretches.

"No, we have time. We can stay out as late as you want. Are you hungry?" I ask her and tug gently on her ponytail. I know that's a stupid question. She is almost always hungry.

"Yes, let's get food! What kind are we getting? Are we going out again, or ordering in?" She is so easy to please. Excited over the tiniest of things.

"What do you want to do?" She is thinking. One of the cool things about her is she will know what she wants. None of the 'I don't know/I don't care' bullshit most people do.

"I really want to eat breakfast, Like pancakes with bacon! Do you know a good place to get that?"

"I do know a place with all that. It's pretty popular with tourists. There are a crap ton of places like that all over." She wants to see all the crap around here because she's never been able to. So I will show her.

"Awesome!" She sits up and kisses me again. I guess I'm doing a good job, but she has been pretty easy to please so far. I guess if you keep a girl locked up for a while then take her out everything seems good.

"If you want to stay here longer and have sex again we can do that too?" I grin down at her. She gets up and crawls on top and over me to get off the bed. Small hands and knees hurt when they dig into your ribs and gut. "Damn! You could have just said no." She gives me her annoyed face. Then starts pulling on my arm to get me up.

"Gage, come on. Feed me!" Such a whiner. She almost pulled me off the bed. She's a lot stronger than I remember.

"You are such a little brat. You know that?" I get up and she is still pulling me around.

"I am well aware that I am a brat. You like to tell me that all the time. Now get that ass moving! We got things to do." She states moving around the room gathering her clothes and other things.

It took me all of 10 minutes to get ready. Then I laid on the bed and watched as she prepared for the rest of our date. She did her hair and makeup. Not like how she does for the club. This was completely different. Light natural looking makeup, and her hair was down. She didn't dress up. Charlie just wore a pair of jeans and a slightly cropped t-shirt. Fuck, if she didn't fill them out perfectly. My girl looked good in whatever she put on. I loved this look as much as the slutty shit she had to wear for work. Actually, I liked it even more. This girl has got me so fucked up. Sometimes I fight it, but lately I don't want to. I like the way she makes me feel.

When she is all done she stomps over to the bed and pulls me up again. I tease her a little, and try to talk her into fooling around before we leave. She is not amused. I have to grab my keys and phone off the coffee table as she is dragging me to the door. She really doesn't have to drag me. I just enjoy being a pain in the ass, and watching hers. I would follow that ass anywhere.

We get to the restaurant and she orders her pancake which is bigger than her head. She is ecstatic, and practically bouncing in her chair. It might be all the sugar too. She is smiling from ear to ear. It makes her look younger. Giving her the sweet and innocent look. When she's happy or excited her eyes are greener than usual. It is another cool thing about her.

"Are you ready for the next part of our date?" I ask. She is picking at her giant pancake now trying to decide if she is done or not. It's not even half gone.