Virgin Porn Star

Virgin Porn Star Part9

Mercy's POV

Oh.
My.
God.

What just happened?! I tried to concentrate on my menu, but it was so hard to not steal glances at the beautiful man sitting next to me. My body felt as if I had just received a charge of power. I needed to let it out. I wanted to. I had to. What was wrong with me? I was supposed to be normal, like Vincent, and be content, and read my menu. But I can't! Can't he just reach over again? Why did we stop anyway? Lord knows i didn't want to. That was my first kiss, and goddamn me, but I didn't want it to be the last. I wanted more. And soon. Right now.

I made a loud noise of frustration, causing Vincent to look over at me questioningly. I threw down my menu, grabbed his face in my hands, and kissed him fiercly.

Vincent seemed shocked at first, and didn't move. Just when I was about to pull away, feeling extremely embarrassed, both his hands grabbed my hips, and suddenly my back was against the wall that I sat near. I felt my whole body burn. This is what I needed. I briefly wondered if I would feel this powerful energy kissing other guys, but that thought quickly went away when Vincent's tongue swiped my bottom lip. I couldn't help it, but I let out a small moan, and slid my hand into his hair. I pulled, needing him to be closer still. One of his hands went to my thigh, and I became frantic, my breath ragged, pulling his hair harder, needing more. My mouth opened, and Vincent's tongue immediately warmed me even more, coming into my mouth. Had I wanted more? This seemed so perfect. I could feel him all around me.

Just when I thought it couldn't get better, I was suddenly feeling empty. There was no hair in my hand, no hands on my body, no tongue in my mouth, except mine of course, no strong power flowing into me, and no Vincent. Vincent ran a hand threw his hair, and answered the waitress, ordering us drinks. Well, I didn't remember her getting there. Vincent must have been more aware than I was, because as soon as she had said, "Ahem, can I get you guys some drinks?" Vincent was out of my reach. Back to his normal spot. With me, still against the wall, panting like a dimwit.

Once she wrote down the order and left, Vincent looked over at me, still slumped against the wall, and chuckled. His smile made me melt even more. He reached over and picked up one of my hands, which were now resting in my lap. He gently pulled me back into place, his eyes never leaving mine, a gentle smile still on his face. I tried to get myself back to reality, and picked up my menu. I took a deep breath in, and paused before letting it out when I felt his hand soothingly going up and down my back.

I looked over at him, but he was paying attention to his menu. I let my breath out, and tried to forget about the heat that was running up and down my spine, causing my heart to beat faster. When would Rick get here already? It seemed like a century that I had been waiting here, and I couldn't calm myself, being alone with Vincent. Trying to ignore his hand, I read the first thing on the menu I saw and decided that would be my best bet, since I couldn't really think much. It was chicken fettichini alfredo. At least it was something I liked. It came with a side, so I flipped the menu over to choose one quickly. As I was looking for the section that read 'Sides' I suddenly felt smooth lips kiss my cheek. I tried not to move, and continued looking for the sides, my breath coming to quickly. I finally found the sides, and decided garlic bread would go good with the pasta. I set down my menu, at the same time Vincent did, and felt his hand leave my back. I tried not to let my disappointment show at that.

"How was work?" Vincent asked quietly, that smile still on his face. Would he ever stop smiling? I mean, that alone could give me a heart attack.

"Fine, thank you. Rick told me I might have to quit though," I told him. I felt my cheeks flush at having a regular conversation with a man that I met yesterday, but had just basically made out with. After all, I had never made out with anyone, so not only was this a little weird, but it seemed extra weird for me.

"Did he? Maybe it's for the best. I mean, you'll be making more than enough money working for Rick, and having the second job will probably just be a hassle. Don't you think?"

"Yes, I suppose you're right. I've always liked working at the coffee shop, though. And I've known the people there for quite some time. I think it will be hard to leave, and even harder when I can't tell them what I'm doing. I guess I could always tell them I'm moving in with family far away. But then, they kind of know I don't have much family." I told him.

"You don't have much family?" he asked.

"Well, I do have an aunt in Missouri, but she's my moms sister and I don't get along with my mom at all, and her sister is alot like her."

"You could always tell them you've went to live with your aunt to get out and try new things," he suggested.

"That sounds like a good idea. I think I'll try that," I said with a genuine smile.

Vincent smiled back as a way of saying 'Your welcome' but my smile faded when I noticed him staring at my mouth.

Watching him watch my lips, I could see a wanting in his eyes. Part of me wanted him to go after what he wanted, but another part of me told myself to take it slow. However, all of me held the same wanting that I saw in his eyes. I wouldn't act on it though. For one, I needed to get to know him. Secondly, we had to stop this, I mean, we're in a restaurant. And thirdly, I could see Rick making his way over to the table.

I got Vincent's attention by saying, "Well, Rick has finally decided to show up," pointing over in his direction.

I could read disappointment in Vincents eyes, and I felt unexpected joy out of that. Did he enjoy being alone with me? I liked the thought of that.

I've started the next part, and it's a little bit ..different. But not bad. At least, I don't think so. Well, you'll see what I mean by 'different' when I post next. ;) aha. I hope you all like this part. <3