Virgin Porn Star

Virgin Porn Star Part8

Vincents POV

As I got myself ready to go to the diner, I could feel the worst pain imaginable in my cheeks. They hurt unbelievably. I hadn't known someones cheeks could hurt like this, but apparently, they could. I tried for the 60th time to stop smiling, but it made my cheeks hurt even more. Maybe if I stopped thinking about Mercy for at least a couple minutes, the pain would stop. But I couldn't. I knew I couldn't. Because, even though there was so much pain in my face, the rest of me felt better than I had ever felt before. Every other part of me felt so good. I could tell the maids and cooks at my house were very worried with me walking around smiling all the time, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

I slipped on the smooth black socks that I had layed out on my bed, and stood in front of the full length mirror. I had on a dark pair of jeans and a black button down shirt. I hope I'm not over dressed. What if they come in tee shirts and jeans? I'll look like a fool who thought too much of the night. But, what if its more dressy, and Rick comes in a suit, and Mercy comes in a dress? Automatically, my mind switched to Mercy in a dress. I could just picture a deep vee in the dress, and a long slit up the side. I could run my hand up that slit, and I could easily remember the softness of her smooth skin.

Without even realizing, I had moved my hand to my crotch, and was massaging the area. Disgusted with myself, I quickly moved my hand, and walked away from the mirror. What I had on would have to do.

**~an hour and a half later~**

As my eyes scanned the restaurant for any sign of Mercy or Rick, I couldn't help but feel nervous. I had only met Mercy once. This would be a completely different atmosphere. The diner is a nicer one, so it would be a semi-formal, night, business dinner. Different times of the day always had a certain effect on people. Things were different at night. Even I'm different at night. I could tell that the night was putting a calming effect on me, telling my nerves to relax.

Finally, I spotted Mercy. She was alone sitting in a booth in the back. She looked lovely. There was a small clip in her wavy hair, holding back her long bangs on one side. She was wearing a satin blouse with a tie around the waste ending in a bow. It was dark teal and once again, gave me delight seeing a deep vee neck, even if there was lace under it. I could still see some skin. Walking towards the table, I could see she was also wearing black skinny jeans. So I had been right in what I wore. I wasn't over dressed, and I wasn't under dressed.

I felt myself smile when it finally hit me that Rick wasn't here yet. I would get more time with her. The only thing I was having trouble with was where I should sit. I could sit next to her to be closer, but then I wouldn't really get to talk to her face to face. It might make it awkward with two people on one side and no one on the other until Rick got here. I could sit on the opposite side of her, and I would be able to have a clear view of her right in front of me, and it would be easier to converse, but then when Rick got here, they would be sitting on the same side with me over there like some fifth wheel. Not to mention the fact that he would be so close to her. What if she likes him and not me? She probably does. How the heck was I supposed to eat dinner with them when the two of them like each other? I was such an ass for liking her, and expecting her to like me back? Or even thinking about confronting her about it.

Great. Now I was psyching myself out. I had reached the table and Mercy looked up at me from the menu. She didnt say anything, just watched. Maybe she was watching me think fast as to where I should sit. I acted on impulse and sat next to her. Seconds after my decision, I was infinitly glad I had made it. I could literaly feel her presense and I wouldn't have been able to feel that across the table. At least, I didn't think so. And I could still see her from here, just not as openly. As much as I hate to admit it, I wasn't going to let Mercy and Rick get a chance to start anything if I could.

I looked over at Mercy after I settled in and she was still looking at me. My earlier happiness of her came back and I smiled, feeling the pain again from having smile so much in the past day.

"Hello, ma'am," I said quietly, the smile still permanently on my face as long as I was around her.

She had her mouth open in a little 'O'. I could feel her breath on my arm that was holding up the menu. Had I done something wrong? Dammit Vincent, what on earth have you done now? I could feel my cheeks redden and my smile fade. Not this again.

"Hi, Vincent. It's good to see you again," she whispered.

I turned my head back to her immediately once I heard her voice. She was licking her lips and closed her mouth. Her eyes were wide. Before I new what was happening, my hand dropped the menu and carefully touched her cheek. Her eyes were still wide and her mouth opened again in the same 'O' as before. I could feel my breath coming so fast now. I licked my lips. Our eyes were locked, never faltering. My arm felt like it was holding melting glass. The veins in the arm touching her cheek were pounding, the blood being forced to move faster than normal. I watched as she took a deep breath in, and before she could let it out, I moved in fast and kissed her.

Right when my lips touched hers, it felt as though I were now kissing the melting glass. The breath she had taken in, she now sighed out. I felt the heat of her sigh fan out on my face, and it made everything more real. She wasn't pulling away, so I deepened the kiss and turned more toward her. I had just wanted to be close to her, all this time, and I just needed to get this out. I felt one of her tiny hands grip my shirt on my shoulder and pull. It was as if I were a ribbon tied in a knot, and she pulled one end, causing me to unravel. It set something off inside me. My other hand went to her hip
and I leaned into her. She made a small noise and I grumbled back, reminding her who she was dealing with. I wanted to be sure that all other guys she had ever kissed were out of her mind. I wanted her to only remember ever kissing me. She turned her body more toward me and raised her other hand to my neck, kissing me back in earnest. Oh God, she felt so good. At least we weren't touching too much, or she would have recognized the large bulge in my jeans.

Half of me was about to throw her up on the table and take her right here, and the other half of me was about to pull away. I forced myself to be rational and pulled away, looking down as I did so. My hand left her cheek, but my other stayed on her hip. I leaned back in and kissed her slowly and lightly on the mouth twice, her kissing me back each time. Her hands had left my shoulder and neck, but one of them had just moved to rest on my arm that I still had my hand resting on her hip. I leaned in again, this time only kissing her cheek on the corner of her mouth, and she closed her eyes as I did so. I kept my face close to her this time breathing her in. Then, I moved back to my original spot and picked up my menu and began reading it again.

I looked over at mercy out of the corner of my eyes, and saw her back to normal, reading her menu. I licked my lips, tasting her. I had never imagined her to feel so perfect. If I had thought she was perfect before, she was better than perfect now. Is that even possible? It had to be. My proof was sitting about three inches away from me.

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