She's The One

Wine and Conversation

Tom reluctantly let Denise help him clean the kitchen. She pouted, and he was done for. "Would you like more wine?" He asks her, pulling two fresh glasses down. "Yes, I'd love another glass, thank you," She tells him, watching his arm flex opening the bottle, his large hands gracefully pouring them each a half glass. He hands the glass to her, unable to keep from stepping closer. She looks up at him, feeling her heart pound. Tom's eyes move around her face, a small gentle smile forming. She smiles back, cursing her fair skin. "Blushing suits you, Denise. You glow when you do, " He tells her, curling some loose hair around her ear. She shivers at his touch. He clears his throat and plays with the back of his hair. She looks away, taking a gulp of wine. She was practically swooning like a Victorian maiden! "Can we go sit awhile? I want to know the real Tom." She says, moving towards the inviting corner facing the back yard. A soft, dark blue loveseat faced the window. Tom turned a light on. The dim soft light made the space relaxing. She curled her feet up and sighed happily. "This is so nice," She states, glancing over at him. He smiles. "It's my favorite spot to unwind. Sitting here, sometimes I put music on, sometimes it's quiet. A glass of whiskey or wine, a book. Well, realistically, it's a script since it's difficult to stop working, " He tells her, chuckling. She finishes her wine, placing the glass on a side table before leaning sideways and proping her head with her hand. "How do you truly relax? It seems like you have boundless energy. I'd like to borrow some, " She says, grinning at him. He laughs. "I'm not a morning person, but I've had to be in my career. When I'm acting, I'm so focused and happy. I don't think about how tired I am. I sleep like the dead every night filming."He says, "The hard part is the time in-between jobs. I don't sleep as well, and I run and stay busy to try and wear myself out." She soaks in all his words. She was enjoying learning all about him. She's sure she has a smitten look on her face but can't bring herself to care. "I'm sure it's hard to just go somewhere since you're easily recognized." She says softly. "Must be kind of...well...lonely? Or that's just me projecting, " She says, smirking. He smiles. "It's can be, but I've learned to enjoy being by myself. " He tells her, pouring more wine for them both. She nods. "Me too. Moving here was the best decision I ever made. It took me years to love who I am, and even longer to get my shit together, "She says, smiling. He laughs. "I don't think anyone has their shit together," He tells her, smirking. She bites her lip, seeing that smirk. She sips her wine, feeling warm and at ease. "That's true, even people you think have it all figured out; have no clue," She says. Tom just watches her. Her flushed face from the wine, her fidgeting with her rings, the way she looks at him. She shyly places her glass down before unzipping her hoodie. "Um, getting warm," She tells him, removing it and placing it over her purse. She straightened her shirt; the v-neck had ridden down too low. Tom swallowed hard, trying to pull his eyes away from her partially exposed chest. He glimpsed a bit of green lace and had to force his stare away. He wondered if her panties were the same color. Did she wear those for him? He was afraid she'd be disappointed. She looks up, curling her hair behind her ears. "Are you ok, Tom?" She sees he's anxious or maybe upset. He sighs, placing his glass down. "There's something I have to tell you, Denise. I really like you and I've enjoyed this evening. I want to see you again, " He says, voice trembling. She looks at him, concerned. "I really like you too, Tom, and I want to see you again too," She tells him, smiling. "What do you need to tell me?" She asks. Tom looks away, down, anywhere but her. He can't tell her. It will ruin everything, but she'll find out eventually if he's lucky. She slowly scoots closer and takes one of his hands, holding it gently. "Anything you tell me will be between us, no one else. "She says. He holds her hand tightly. Denise, um, well...I don't have any experience, " He says, looking down at their entwined hands. "Experience in what? Relationships?" She asks. He chuckles sarcastically. "If only that were it. I...I'm a virgin Denise. Not by choice. I just..well...I can feel aroused, but not enough to be..um... successful. I don't think I can be intimate with any woman unless there are strong feelings involved. I'm only guessing at this point. Physically, I'm fine." He says, face flushing, remembering that morning waking up, his cock hard and aching. Her name was on his lips as he came quickly at his own hand. She looks very surprised and he gives her time. She looks at him and smiles softly. "Tom, I'm honestly surprised, but this doesn't change how I feel. We don't ever have to do anything. I mean that. I won't stop seeing you." She says, smiling. He breathes out in relief. "I'm so glad to hear that. I can't tell you how many times I've been dumped, " He tells her. "What? Over that? They obviously weren't interested in you as a wonderful, intelligent, and interesting man, " She states, angry on his behalf. He smiles, lifting her hand and kissing it. She smiles back, that kiss making her blush again. He smirks, knowing how he's affecting her. "Ok, charmer..." She says teasing. He sighs happily, feeling like a huge weight is off of him. There's no pressure now, and it's refreshing. They continue to hold hands, Denise scooting over to curl into his side. "Is this ok?" She asks. "Yes, more than ok." He answers, pulling back, letting his hands cradle her face. She felt so treasured by his touch. Her lips part, his glance moving from her eyes to her lips. "May I kiss you?" He whispers. She gasps. "Y..yes," She says, moving closer, feeling his wine scented breath quick on her cheek. She was breathing fast. He reaches up to take his glasses off, then moves his lips feather light on hers, and she whimpers, her hands gripping his arms to ground herself. He pulls her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking and nibbling. She lets him take control of the kiss, his tongue gently moving with hers. It was the most erotic kiss she'd ever had. He was gasping and making little noises of pleasure that were creating an ache in her. He pulls back, one lingering kiss before opening his eyes. He was beautiful, swollen red lips, pupils dilated, breathing heavily. He sat back and looked at her, hair disheveled, lips kiss swollen, pupils dilated as well, her body gently trembling. "Tom...that..that was devastatingly good," She says, breathless. He ran his thumb over her lower lip. "It really was," He says, voice low and rough. "I think I'm going to fall in love with you, Denise. Are you ok with that?" He says, touching her face. "Yes... because I'm positive I've already started falling for you Tom, " She says, moving up to kiss his forehead. They pull each other close and enjoy talking in low voices. Soon, they both doze off in a much needed nap.