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It was like the shit hit the fan all at once. My workload increased ten-fold due to several marketing campaigns my employer was signed on for, so that didn't leave much in the way of free time. Vivian's workload increased as well. He was in the final stretch of his photography degree and had to focus his energy of his final exhibition, and both he and Elena were contracted for a fashion shoot with a local company. As a result, we didn't see much for each other for a long while.
I welcomed the space at first. After coming to realize how intense my feelings were for Vivian, I was a wreck. I didn't know what to do anymore. I didn't feel like I could tell him my feelings - I still didn't know how he felt. Sure, we weren't fucking like rabbits anymore, but he never gave me any indication that our relationship meant more than just sex to him. I mean, that was our primary mode of communication - sex. Every thrust relayed at the very least, a lustful attract to me, and every moan that escaped my lips sang a song of admiration for him.
I never felt like he clued in on that. Why should he? I felt like I was his fuck buddy - someone he could get himself off with who he took pictures of from time-to-time. It didn't matter that he prided himself on his brutal honesty, and the sex had evolved from just furious fucking to a mix of both the naughty and the very nice. It didn't that whenever we slept, his arms was wrapped tightly around my waist. It didn't matter than more and more, the arrogance wasn't so overwhelming, and there were moments of tenderness and sweetness along the way. He never once indicated and he never told me outright that he had feelings for me beyond lust.
So, I kept my feelings bottled up inside. I couldn't tell him how I felt - I couldn't. I was already afraid of the day where he'd wake up and realize there were more beautiful women out there and move on to his next seduction. I'd already been through rejection - and it nearly killed me. And while my chances of surviving were high, I still didn't want to take the risk.
Yes, the space was nice. I could finally breathe again.
But then, as the hours turned to days, then weeks, then one month, just like before I started to miss him. Only this time, I really missed him. And it wasn't in a lustful way, the way that would wake up in the throes of an orgasm or or made me eye the ladies' bathroom looking for an opportunity to sneak in.
No. I missed him. I missed being near to him.
There were times when I was asleep where I swear, I could feel his body close to mine. Then, I'd open my eyes, and the warmth for dissipate quickly, and I'd realize that I was all alone. The chilliness that came afterward was bitter, almost unbearable. Sometimes, I'd just sit in my bedroom, in the center of my bed, thinking about all times we rolled around in it, messing up the sheets, laughing like children, fucking like rabbits.
Even worse, I began to miss the sound of his camera clicking whenever he caught me in a moment of bliss. There were times in the middle of the night where I thought I heard it, only to discover that I was hallucinating.
What a change. One minute, I'm enjoying being alone, and the next minute I'm moping over him like I'm a teenager again, crying to "Foolish Beat".
I couldn't go on this way, of course. I knew I had to do something - but what? What could I do? Tell him what I was feeling? Confess that I was falling for him? Tell him about my feelings when all we had was really good sex?
No. I wouldn't do it. And if that classified me as a "chicken shit", then I'm a chicken shit. Where the hell are my feathers?
But I knew something would have to give. I knew I needed more than this. I just had no idea of how to get it.
Seriously, just what the hell was I supposed to do now?
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"Are you sure this is okay, Elena? If you're in the middle of a shoot here, I don't want to get in your way."
I wanted her to say no. I wanted her to send me away. Elena called me up that morning, asking if I could join her for lunch. She was really knee deep in her fashion shoot and needed a break. So of course, she called me up to bail her out.
I didn't want to go. I knew that Vivian would be there, and as much as I missed him, I wasn't ready to face him yet. I tried to respectful decline, but Elena wouldn't have any of it.
"You have got to come over here and help me out, Lexie!" she demanded. "I'm so sick of this photo shoot! There are people everywhere. Why the hell do you need a stylist for a lingerie shoot? It's a lingerie shoot! Geez! I didn't even want to do it, but the client wanted Vivian specifically, and I'm here for back-up and consulting. Otherwise, I wouldn't be caught dead doing a shoot like this. Scantily-clad women do absolutely nothing for me."
"Ah..." A mushroom cloud of jealous threatened to burst inside me. I struggled to suppress, though I could just imagine the smile on his face. "I don't know if I'm comfortable being in the same room as Vivian, Elena. I cancelled the lessons, remember, and I told you that I never wanted to see him again."
"Oh, relax, Lexie. He'll be too busy snapping pics of scantily models to notice you. I bet he's making plans on how to divide and conquer them." She had no idea that her words were like razor cuts to my heart. "Oh yeah, he's acting like it doesn't affect him, but no man, not even a himbo, could ever resist the affections of a scantily clad woman, let alone a model."
"No, I guess not." Now, I really felt like crap! I couldn't go there. If the incident at the club was an indication, I wouldn't be able to hide my jealous. And if Elena caught wind of what was going on - oh lord, I didn't want to think about it. Still, the thought of Vivian being tempted by beautiful models didn't sit well with me, either. "I'm sorry, I just don't think I can..."
"You can, and you will, and that's that!" she declared. "I'm going to hang up now and order food from that Thai restaurant you like so much. Don't bother calling back to convince me - I know you can't resist pad thai and spring roles."
Before I could get another word in, she hung up. I sighed heavily, and I slid down to the floor, feeling heavy and weary. I was on the hook now. If I didn't go, she'd have my ass. She's a notorious penny-pincher, Elena is. She must have been really serious about needing me there if she was buying me lunch. Normally, we go dutch.
So, that was that. I had to go and visit Elena and I had to keep my cool while watching Vivian do his best impression of Hugh Hefner.
This wasn't going to end well.
The trip to Elena's studio went by in a blur. My mind completely blocked it out. I don't remember dragging myself into the showering, throwing on my clothes, and heading out of my apartment onto the Brown Line L-train at Southport toward the Loop. It was only after I entered the studio and Elena's eyes went absolutely bugged that I was able to remember.
"Damn girl, look at you! What are you doing, going on a hot date after this?"
"What?" A shot her a puzzled look before looking down at my outfit - a a short-sleeve black crepe mini dress with cutout booties and a black diagonal coat. "Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?"
"Are you kidding? You look hot as fuck, Lexie. Usually, you're always in your granny dresses and whatnot, but this - I've never seen you like this." Her eyes were luminous with mischief. Oh, man - that's never a good combination. "You must have a hot date today. That's why you didn't want to come, isn't it?" Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge. "Huh? Huh?"
"Elena, it's not even like that." Okay, maybe in hindsight I was hoping to dress a little sexy to counteract the throngs of sexiness I would see here in the studio. But I wasn't going to tell her that - and I wasn't completely comfortable with my fashion choice either. "I - I just wanted to do something a little different. Is that so bad?"
"Different, huh?" She raised an eyebrow, still suspicious. "Ah, now I get it. I see it now, I understand." Her eyes narrowed. "You've been getting laid, haven't you?"
My face remained calm, but I was freaking out on the inside. "What? You don't know what you're talking about."
"I know exactly what I'm talking about! You've been fucking someone, haven't you? You go from dressing like a granny to a minx, and you think I wouldn't notice? Girl, please! Now, I want details. DETAILS!"
Stay calm...don't let her see you sweat. "What details? I have no details for you. I'm not seeing anybody. You're reading too much into this."
"Is that why you cancelled your lessons with Vivian?" Damn it, why the hell did you need to bring him up? "Ooh, I bet he got jealous knowing that you were having lessons with such a fine piece of ass. I can't say I blame him."
"Ladies." The sound of his voice nearly unraveled my calm facade. I turned around to see Vivian standing behind us, that damn smirk on his face. "Surely, I'm not that threatening a person."
"Of course you are, Vivian! You're sex on a stick, don't you know that?" She was clearly teasing him, but it struck a nerve anyway. "That's why your models are giving you so many good shots. They are enamored with you."
"If you say so." He looked over to me and smile. "Hello, Lexie. It's been a while."
"Y-Yes, it has been." Too long - and we both knew that. Lucky for us, Elena couldn't sense that. "I hope there's no hard feelings."
"Why would there be? You made a choice, and I had to respect that." Every word he spoke carried a double meaning. My photography lessons may have ended, but he was certainly teaching me many, many things. "I will say that I've missed seeing you around here. You have a pretty way about you, you know that right?"
My smile widened his words sunk into my head. Did you just say that you missed me? I knew I missed him, but I wasn't sure if he missed me. Even worse, I wasn't sure if he spoke the truth of if he was just being his flirtatious self.
Still, my heart soared.
"Oi, Vivian, do you ever turn off the charm?" Elena laughter pierced through my thoughts. She's still in the dark about things. "This isn't some model here, Hot Stuff, this is my friend, remember? If her boyfriend finds out you've been talking to her like, he'll come over and punch that pretty face of yours."
"Boyfriend?" he asked, flatly. Flatly? "Is that a fact?"
"No, no, not at all!" I stuttered, trying to play it all off. "She thinks that just because I've dressed nicely for once that I'm trying to impress a guy, when really I'm just trying to look nice."
"Bullshit, you've got a boyfriend and we both know it. Isn't that right, Vivian?" My heart skipped several beats at the mention of his name. This wasn't going well at all. "You know Lexie, she's always dressing frumpy, and now, she's dressing like a fox. It has to be a guy she really likes. You can see that, can't you?"
My breath hitched, and the world faded all around me. All that remained was his eyes and my heartbeat. With every passing moment he remained silent, my heart sank deeper and deeper. It didn't it feel like he was looking at me - more like right through me.
That's right - of course I'm all alone in how I feel. And he just gave me the reminder.
"I think a woman can dress up nice for either herself or for a guy she finds favor with," he began finally. "I couldn't tell you either way, Elena."
Wow, way to take the easy way out, you bastard! I thought, dejected.
"Ugh, you're no fun!" Elena waved him away, annoyed that he didn't take her side. "You're a fashion photographer, of course you'd say that."
"If you say so." I felt like I was going to be sick. "In any case, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask for Elena's help as the next model is ready for her shoot."
"What? Already?" Elena pointed to the bags of takeout on a nearby table. "Lexie and I were about to have lunch here. I can't take seeing anymore scantily-clad women on an empty stomach."
"You can still eat. I just need your advice on a few things." He looked over to me and I wanted to spit at him. "And of course, I'd never ever consider sending away the best friend of the studio owner."
"Damn straight, you won't! I'd tell your ass to find another studio to shoot in if you tried!" Elena sighed, reached for my shoulder. Just give me a few minutes, and then we'll start eating, okay?"
I watched as she scurried off with Vivian, probably to do a few last minute lighting checks as well as discussing the shoot concept one last time before commencing with the shoot. Meanwhile, I was plotting my escape. I didn't want to be here at all, and I wish I hadn't allowed Elena to strong-arm me into doing so.
I knew he said precisely what he should have said in front of Elena. She didn't need to know about this. But there was something about those words that filled me with a heavy sadness.
I accused Elena of reading too much into things, but maybe I'm guilty of doing the same thing.
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Just when I thought I couldn't feel any crappier, the model shimmied on in - this blonde bombshell that was this smallest little thing. She was definitely cut from the same cloth as those Victoria's Secret models - God definitely spent some time on that woman. She knew she was desirable. She walked into the shoot like she knew everyone wanted to fuck her and she was quite pleased with herself.
Kind of like Vivian - only in female form.
Speaking of Vivian - she was quite enamored with him. She didn't even bother to hide her desire. She had eyes for him the entire shoot. Her poses were a little sexier, she took his directions a bit too eager, and she relished every opportunity she had to be touched by him.
"You're certainly know what you're doing," she purred. Vivian didn't say or do anything to her - the same as the vixens at the club - but that didn't do anything to ease the tension. "Are you sure you just a student? Because you certain look like you have experience."
Ugh.
I couldn't eat my lunch at all. The sight of quite possibly the world's most beautiful woman flirting with Vivian robbed me of an appetite.
"What a shameless woman," Elena whispered in between shots. "She thinks she's so hot because youth and gravity on her side. Just wait til she hits our age. Physics is a real pain the ass."
"Speak for yourself," I huffed. "I'd like to think that I still have gravity on my side."
"Well, of course you do. With all that money you pay for bras, gravity better be on your side!" She was right, but she didn't need to be so forward about it! "Haven't you eaten anything yet? I didn't buy this food for you to just look at it."
"Sorry," I mumbled, reaching for a spring roll. "I, um, I guess I got caught up in the shoot - more importantly, the flirtation going on."
"What? Oh, that shameless hussy? Yeah, I know, isn't that messed up? I'm surprised she hasn't put her ass up in front of him with the way she's going. It's tragic."
"Maybe for us, but Vivian seems to be enjoying it." Vivian was taking to her now, probably giving her more direction. She hung onto his ever word, twisting a lock of her golden tresses while giggling every now and again. Classic flirting behavior. "You said it yourself - " my voice dropped, " - he's very promiscuous."
"Yeah, but there's a different between 'promiscuous' and 'desperate', and Vivian is anything but the latter."
I snapped my head toward her. "What?"
"You heard me, darlin'. Vivian isn't desperate in the least. Sure, he's well-versed in the pleasures of the bedroom, but that's by his own volition, not the other way around. Now, I don't go around demanding him to tell me in great detail about his encounters, but in his way, he's made it clear that it is he that initiates them." She burst into laughter. "I've been trying to convince him to initiate one with me, but to no avail. That's just how he is. He won't do it unless he's really interested in the person - the attraction has to be mutual."
I couldn't breathe. "Is-is that so?"
"I'm afraid it is." She became pensive for a moment. "It's been weird, though. Vivian hasn't be coming in with that womanizing grin on his face lately. Ah, then again, it's probably because he's been so busy with everything lately. He hasn't gotten much rest that one."
I could hear what she was saying, but I didn't want to believe it. "Maybe he's just keeping his activities from you."
"Vivian, not kissing-and-telling? Yeah, right. Like I said just because he doesn't give me details, you know how arrogant he is. He just loves to come in with that 'I got laid because I'm sexy as fuck' smirk on his face. It was getting to be such a regular thing that I couldn't stand it. But I haven't seen it in a while." She snickered. "I guess even beautiful man have their moments of drought."
Elena laughed even harder, clearly amused by thoughts. I looked over to Vivian, still keeping things professional even if the model wished that he wouldn't. I remembered the few lesson we had together, and how flustered I got because he never kept it professional. I shivered at the memory of our first meeting, and how intimate it felt when he said my name. He might have kept it professional in the beginning, but eventually, he crossed that line, standing a little too close or allowing our bodies to touch, if only for a moment.
I'm sorry...did I overstep my bounds?
He wasn't doing that at all with the model. He didn't do that with women in the club either. Sure, he may be smiling at the attention (he's a man after all), but he never acted on it.
Still...I didn't know what to think anymore.
"Elena," I began quietly, "are you sure that Vivian is as promiscuous as you make him out to be?"
"What?" She wrinked her nose.
"Look, I don't know the guy..." I'm such a horrible liar. "...but if he isn't really telling you about all his supposed conquests, then how do you know for sure if he's a verifiable slut?"
"Are you for real?" Elena laughed so hard, she held her belly. "A guy as gorgeous as that isn't meant to be with one woman! He's too beautiful, and he enjoys the chase way too much. You're right, he doesn't say much, but he doesn't have to. He's just pure sex waiting to happen. A guy like that isn't meant for one woman."
"How do you know that? Maybe he just hasn't met the right woman..." I stole another glance at him snapping a few more photos. "A woman that can cater to his every need."
"Oh, Lexie. Always so romantic and idealistic." She pat my shoulder sympathetically. "What would you do without me?"
I watched as Elena walked over to Vivian, striking up a chat. My mind and my heart raced. I felt weary, like the world was on my shoulders, as Elena's words danced in my head.
A guy like that isn't meant for one woman.
But he wanted me - he said that much from the start. And it's not like we'd had sex a few times - we've been at each other for weeks now. And it was just one fuck after another. He'd been kind to me, had taken his time with me. Surely, there had to be something more to it other than good sex.
There was more to this, right? It had to be right...?
But really, I just didn't know.
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The shoot wrapped up just after five. The clients were happy, the models were happy, and Elena was ready for it all to be over with.
The beautiful blonde wanted to celebrate the shoot by going out to dinner, but Elena wasn't interested, and Vivian wanted to start the editing process right away. She respected their decision, but she didn't look too happy about it. She looked like she wanted to wine and dine him before jumping his bones - or at least slip him a mickey so it made it easier to jump his bones.
"You will call me, won't you?" She slipped him a pink post-it note with number scribbled inside. "My head shots are in need of an update, and I bet you know all the right angles. I get excited just thinking about it."
Her subtlety - or lack thereof - isn't lost on Vivian or anyone else. "I'm glad your confident of my...abilities."
"You could say that." She gave him a wink before departing. "See ya around."
She swish and sashayed out of the studio, quite pleased with herself. Elena, on the other hand, was not pleased at all.
"Shameful!" she hissed. "She thinks she's so hot, but I saw some of her shots, and let me tell you, Vivian, you've got your work cut out for you. Just - yuck!"
"I beg to differ," he replied with a chortle. "She's quite the beauty, and I'm sure the client will feature her prominently."
"Whatever." Elena waved her hand. "Pack up your stuff and give me back my loft. Your shoot is done, and I don't want to see your face til Tuesday, you understand?"
"Yes, Elena, I understand. Thank you again for your help."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." She turned to me. "You can stick around here for a bit if you want to, Lexie. You can even buy me dinner."
"Ah, as tempting as that sounds, I think I'll have to give you a rain check for that." I sighed, exhausted. "I just want to go home and rest now. I'm feeling a little tired."
"Aww, you're not fun!" A gave her a weak smile as she wrapped me into a hug. "Well, call me tomorrow if you want to hang out. After tomorrow, I've got a busy week, so you won't be able to get a hold of me."
"I'll keep that in mind. Bye, Elena." I gave Vivian a quick glance. "Goodbye, Vivian. Congrats again on your shoot."
I left him before he had a chance to say anything. I just wanted to be left alone. I went from secretly looking forward to seeing him again to wishing that I'd never see him again, all in the course of five hours. Even though I learned things that for any normal, self-respecting woman would have equated to an ego boost, for me, it was just another reason to keep my heart in check, and another reason to believe that this tryst couldn't end well for me.
I was so deep into my thoughts that I didn't hear my cell phone ringing. I fished it out of my purse and didn't even bother to check the caller ID.
In hindsight, I wish I had.
"Hello?" I answered, weary.
"You left without saying goodbye." ...it's him. Now, I wished I'd checked my caller ID. "How rude."
Says the rude playing with models. "I was tired, and you were busy. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go home and rest."
"Is that anyway to talk to someone you haven't seen in a while?" he teased. Unfortunately for him, I was in the mood for teasing. "You must be in a bad mood."
"Gee, ya think?" I didn't bother to hide my displeasure. "I just had to go through five hours of watching a woman more prettier than I am prance around in her skivvies while flirting shamelessly with the photographer. Not exactly the way I'd hope to spend my Saturday."
"No, I'd think not. Unless there's something you're not telling me..."
"No. Just, no." My finger hovered near the end call button. "Listen, Vivian, I'm not in the mood for the playfulness. I'm really, really tired, and I just want to be alone for a while."
"But I haven't seen you in so long, Lexie." There was something about the way he said it that eased away some of the tension. "I thought I could handle it, but...the moment I saw you with Elena, well, I found it very hard to contain myself. You may not believe me, but the whole time, I just wanted to take you into a dark corner and ravish you."
"You're right - I don't believe that." Oh, but I wanted to. I really wanted to. "You've got that gorgeous blonde throwing herself at you and you're thinking about me? You must be crazy."
"Then I guess I'm crazy." Damn it, I won't feel soft with him! I won't. "Why do you find it so hard to believe that I go crazy because of you?"
"I..." I knew how to answer that. I knew why I couldn't believe him. I was afraid. I'd never been with a man who was so passionate and honest with me. I'd never experienced this kind of thrill before. And because of this, I didn't know how to handle it. I was so used to being used, being hurt, and I couldn't conceive that maybe Vivian was really different, that maybe, just maybe, he didn't want to hurt me. But I was too proud to admit my fears to him. This time, I planned to get the jump on before could. "Because it always seems to be sex with you, Vivian."
"Oh - that." He chuckled again. "Is that such a bad thing - to be with someone so passionate about you that they must fuck you every time they lay eyes on you?"
Shit! Why does he always have to say the right things? "Yes...no...damn it, Vivian! Have you ever considered that maybe, just maybe I want more than just than really awesome, mind-blowing sex?"
I could feel him grinning over the phone. "Ah, so you agree that the sex is awesome and mind-blowing. I'm glad we're on the same page."
I need to get off this phone and now. "Oh my God, are you even listening to me?"
"I hear you quite well." His serious tone startled me. "And to answer your question, no, I haven't." I recoiled, stung by his honesty. "Is there any reason why I should?"
I felt like I wanted to vomit again. "No. I guess not." I needed to get off this phone. I wouldn't allow him to hear me cry. "You're right - why should you?"
He didn't answer. He didn't have to. "Lexie -"
I sighed heavily. "Right. I'm - I'm going to go now because I'm really tired and I really need some time to myself. Have fun editing."
I ended the call, and turned off my phone for good measure. I just wanted to get home and cry and watch bad TV shows and eat a bon-bon or ten.
I just wanted to be alone.
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I arrived home just before the rains started. And they were merciless, pour on every hapless human being who was dumb enough not to heed the warnings of lightning and thunder. Meanwhile, I was dry and warm in the comfort of my apartment, dressed in my favorite black-and-white striped lounge dress I'm especially fond of.
There's something about watching people scramble to get out of a downpour that cheers you right up.
But only for moment. For all I knew, those people were probably running to their devoted partners waiting at home, partners that will hug them and kiss them and stripped their wet clothes off their moist bodies. They were way better off than I was, sprawled out on my bed, watching some show about some real housewives that live somewhere outside of Chicago.
I wondered if I was being a brat. I missed him still - and I didn't give him a chance to explain himself.
And it's not like I ever told him that I wanted more than awesome, mind-blowing sex. Probably because the sex was just that awesome and that mind-blowing.
Ugh...I'm such a hot mess. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore.
I was in love with him, but I had no idea how to just enjoy that feeling. All I knew how to be was defensive.
Maybe I should just end it all, so he doesn't have to deal with my crazy, over-emotional behind anymore.
Knock, knock. At first I thought it was the TV, but then I realized that someone was actually knocking on my door. I glanced over to my bedside clock - 10:13pm.
Who the hell is coming to visit me this late?
I walked over to the door, ready to send whoever it was away. "Who's there?"
"It's me, Lexie."
The voice was muffled but I knew it well. Every hair on my neck stood on end. I wasn't expecting anyone, least of all him?
"Vivian? What are you doing here?"
"If you let me in, you'll find out," he replied.
"I thought I told you I wanted to be alone." My edge came back. "I told you I was tired and..."
"I know what you said. But I didn't like the way you sounded earlier, and with then you went and turned off your phone, which made me more worried. So, I came here to see you."
I felt myself soften toward him. "You were worried about me?"
"I'm an cocky bastard, but I'm not an asshole. Of course, I was worried about you. Now please, could you let me in? I'm freezing out here."
"Freezing?" Oh no...he couldn't have. "You didn't come out in the rain, did you?"
I fumbled with the lock before throwing the door open. There stood Vivian, dressed in all black, completely drenched. A puddled formed all around him from all the droplets of water falling for his hair, his face, and his fingertips.
"Oh my!" I breathed, covering my mouth. "You got bombed."
"Don't laugh." I giggled anyway. "I hope you're happy. I came all the way from my house, braving the pouring rain just to see if you were all right. Not something I normally do."
"You didn't have to come," I pointed out. "I didn't ask you to."
"Yes you did - but not in those exact words."
"I thought my exact words were 'I really need some time to myself'." I wilted under the heat of his gaze. "Have you come here hoping I'd be in the mood. Because if you did, you needn't bother."
"I'm not here for that." I softened even more. "I'm here for you. Rather, I'm here to hang out with you."
I couldn't stifle the snicker in time. "You came to hang out with me?"
"Yes. Is that so hard to believe?" I shifted from one side to the other, fully expecting a "psyche" or a "fooled you" or some other indication that this was a tasteless joke. Instead, I noticed the plastic bag he carried in his hand, and the familiar, delicious aroma of cheese, beef, and bacon. "Well?"
"Well...it's just that whenever we meet, we..." My cheeks tingled. "...well, you know."
"Oh yes - I know very well." Jesus. "But tonight is different." He held up the plastic bag. "But tonight, I'm afraid you'll have to get your pleasures from this burger, rather than from me. Though if it's so good that makes you cum, I can't guarantee I won't watch."
"What?" I was so caught off-guard by his words that I just couldn't help but laugh. "You really are crazy."
"Maybe so, but I can also make you laugh." He looked very proud of himself. "Been a while since I've seen that smile of yours. You should do it more often." He shook the bag a few more times. "Come on. Let me in before these burgers get cold."
I was still hesitant. "And you promise you won't do anything?"
He crossed his heart. "Scout's honor."
"That doesn't count if you were never a Boy Scout." I sighed, the last of my guard coming down. I knew I there was a chance I'd regret this. And I knew there was a chance that he would make a pass at me behind closed doors. But I did miss him. And those burgers smelled so good... "I can't believe I'm doing this, but...come on."
His face lit up. "Really?"
I nodded my head. "Really. Come on in."
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Cámara Sensual (Completed)
General Fiction"Here, look this photo. It's one of my favorites. I caught you at all the right angles. You look so hot...but then again you're always hot when you're with me. I wanted you to see - how much the camera loves you. You must let me do this again...
