A few weeks go by, and you share a friendly, flirtatious relationship with Sarah, but she either hasn't caught on that you're interested, or she's just being coy. Your supervisor sends everyone home early for the weekend, one of the few times he isn't being a massive douche. You figure he's just lined up a date and wants to get ready - it's not the first time he's done that.
After a drive across the city and the walk up to your apartment (damn elevator never seems to work on the weekends), you kick off your shoes and relax for a while with some music. A run of light jazz is interrupted by a chirp from your cell. Expecting a message from the taskmaster, you check the message.
"Hey, wat r u doin?" It's from Sarah. While you hadn't expected the message, you can't help but feel a rise in your crotch.
"Nothing here, just listening to music." You type out everything; text-speak was never your thing.
"Got plans? All ive been doing is petting my kitty 4 the last hour." Your mind immediately brings up the potential euphemism she could be using.
"No, no plans. Want to get a drink? I know a great bar and grill on Monroe Drive." A few minutes pass, and you start to think you've been politely turned down with silence. Then the phone chirps again.
"Sounds good. where?"
"Wallaby's. You need directions?" She's asked for them before to more than a few places around the city. This time, she surprises you.
"No, I kno that 1. Its 3 blocks away frm my place lol." You laugh to yourself and send her a reply to meet you there in an hour. That gives you time to get a quick shower and a change of clothes, plus the twenty minutes it'll take to make the drive, provided traffic isn't working against you.
Luckily, everything's in your favor, and you see her walking up the sidewalk as you pull in to the parking lot. Her skirt is short, showing off those wonderful legs, and her top is low, showing off her perfectly-shaped tits. She smiles and waves as you get out of the car, then surprises you with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. You get a stunned look down her top and realize from a lack of straps that she's not wearing a bra.
"You know, I've gone by this place a bunch of times, but I've never really thought to find out what it is," she says, taking your arm as the two of you head in. The place is busy, but not so much that you can't find a good table. Light conversation about the office leads to topics about your past, then hers.
You learn she was raised by a single mother, along with two other sisters. One sister is a lesbian currently living with a girlfriend in Canada, the other moved to Arizona earlier in the year for college and hasn't said much to the family since. Sarah herself has been single for a long time ("But not for a lack of trying!"), and wouldn't argue with tonight's drinks turning into something more.
You laugh, then admit your own single life, excluding the part about wanting to hire a prostitute just to help get your rocks off. She giggles as the alcohol in her fruity drink starts to take effect. You order a couple of burgers and a basket of fries, then continue into the conversation.
"What were we talking about again?" Sarah asks. "Oh, yeah, sex. I haven't had many boyfriends, but I've experimented around with sex. The same old missionary position gets boring after a while, you know?"
"So.... spit or swallow?" You ask with a smirk. You're curious, but you hide it behind a half-joking question.
"Swallow," she answers, then pauses. "Well, okay *most* of the time. I had a boyfriend who liked it when I went into what he called 'porn-girl mode' and drooled his cum on my tits and rubbed it all over me." She doesn't even blush, but somehow you're glad there's nobody else at the other tables. Your dick is practically pushing to get to her mouth now.
"What about you? Any weird fetishes or fantasies?" she asks. You feel a slight pressure on your leg as she finishes her drink and realize it's her foot. You smile. This is just getting better. |