She raises her eyebrow in question then lets a perverted smile form on her plump, pink lips. He catches this right away and chuckles, raising his eyebrows in response “You’re dirty, but you’ll pay for that too… do you want to go to the Vietnamese place?” She purses her lips now, her body still tense from earlier, now begins to relax ” That sounds good, they’re not too busy on Tuesdays.”
In the next hour in their apartment you can hear sounds that describe their usual evenings. A keyboard as he answers work e-mail, the turn of a page as he catches up on the scores from yesterdays game. The sound of water hitting the tiles in their bathroom from her hot shower and then the low hum of a blow dryer as she gets ready to have dinner with Lance. In her room she goes through her closet, “Will he like this one? no he’s seen me in it too many times…” She discards the black, low cut dress onto the floor. Picking up a red one and immediately discarding it too “Were just having dinner, no big thing.” She goes through colors, styles, then finds one she hasn’t seen in a while. A brown body hugger, he once said showed off her natural tan. She smiles as it slips onto her body, the cut low enough to show but not tell. The skirt of the dress at least five inches above her knee. She grabs an apricot colored scarf and her jacket, heads out of the room and finds him keys in hand by the door. “Hey…” he looks her up and down, smiling softly “Hey, i like that dress.” She tries to contain the smile but it’s too late, she can feel the muscles on her face straining.
The host gives them a table far to the back in a corner near two or three tables, only one occupied but they cannot see the occupier. The place is warmly lit and smells of spices and steamed things. Viet’s is warm enough to take off their jackets and relax, their food arriving shortly after their order. They eat in peace, watching each other. She notices his eyes move about to her lips then her cleavage. She sits straight, giving him a better view of the supple peek of flesh. His eyes droop in appreciation, and her knees get weak under the table. Her eyes wander to his fore arms, his dress shirt is rolled up to his elbow, it fits him well enough to see the outline of his arms. She swallows, noticing there is no food in her mouth and moves her eyes slowly to his strong jaw and mouth. His mouth. It gives her a smile because he has noticed her watching him and her eyes dart to his hands.
“Annie… scoot your chair in please.” She looks up and smiles sheepishly, she scoots her chair until their knees are touching. Her body feels waves of shock as he places her hand on her knee. ”Good…i can see you better this way.” He whispers now and leans over the table slightly. It’s small enough to not be a barrier so he can lean in and his face is right in front of hers. “How was your day Annie?” She feels a slight pang of nervousness as he asks this, her hand is resting on the table and she lifts it, fitting it in his. “Good, just a lot of work, classes were okay but i worked on my projects in the library and you know how they get in there…” He nods along, his fingers caressing hers. “How was your day sweetie?” His eyes move slowly, painfully so from her hand to her chest until they make eye contact. “Mine…was great. Work was a bit rough but when isn’t it? and apart from not hearing from my love, it was…alright.” She smiles down at the table cloth, the plates long gone, her glass of water full to the brim. She picks it up and takes a nervous sip, nodding.
“Do you think you could make it better?” She pays close attention to him, nodding slowly, her smile fading as his grip in her knee tightens. The noise from the kitchen and the busier part of the restaurant startle her because she realizes they are in a public place. She blinks rapidly replaying his request in her head, but she doesn’t have to because his grip increases as he repeats it “Show me, slut.” She knows exactly what he wants. Her hands are trembling as she tries to scope her surroundings without being obvious. She doesn’t see anyone but the noise behind her is enough to make her face flush a deep pink.
He licks his lips and stares her down, his hand going under her and pulling the chair in closer. She moves slowly, moving her scarf aside covering her right side with it as she pulls the left side of her dress to reveal her white lace bra. His hand moves past her knee to her thigh, rubbing it slow and hard, her hands trembling again, she grasps the strap and pulls it down to the side of her shoulder. She lets out a low breath as his middle and pointer finger caress the lace of her panties. A quick shiver passes through her body and she looks down at the table, not daring for eye contact as she pulls the fabric covering her tits, down. She feels her flesh roll out abundantly, like her bra was trapping it. Her nipples tense as they hit the air, he reaches across the table discreetly and pulls in her tender nipple. Her mouth forms an “Oh” with no sound. His forms a grin made purely of pleasure.
“Hi babe” Annie breathes softly as he makes his way into the apartment. He looks up from the mat and locks eyes with her “Hi sweetie” she goes over and gives him a peck on the cheek. He removes his shoes and grabs her by the arm. She tenses as he steps out of the foyer and guides her to the living room. She notices her palms are still sweaty , she rubs her free hand on her pants hoping to erase any sign of nervousness. He places her against the wall and puts his nose on hers, his eyes on her collar bone. She can feel his breath on her neck as she concentrates on staying still. “You look very pretty today, Annie.” She feels conscious of her white long sleeve and plain black skinny jeans and flats. His eyes move from her legs, stomach, chest to her lips then up to her cheeks, his face moving back, his eyes locking with hers again. “Thank you..” she mumbles and loses eye contact “I’m sorry i didn’t answer your call earlier” his grip on her arm moves to her waist and he pulls her to him, his lips forming a smirk “or my text” he whispers. She nods slowly,evaluating her next move carefully.
She moves her hand up to his neck feeling his skin change with goosebumps as she places it on the back of his neck inside his grey button down shirt, and looks him in the eye again. “I’m sorry.” her eyes droop slowly and she kisses his rough lips softly, lingering on his bottom lip. Tenderly peeling her lips from his and opening her eyes to see his still closed, his eyebrows raised and the smirk back on his lips “Mmm, needed that after a long day…” She smiles and moves her hand from his neck to his shoulder.
”But ‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t cut it. does it Annie?” she feels the nervous rush swell inside her as he opens his eyes with that and a small frown settles on her lips. She knows better than to answer ans shakes her head slowly. His hand moves from her waist to her own hand on his shoulder, removing it and holding it tightly in his. His other hand moves to her face and holds it squeezing her cheeks until her lips open. Her breathing speeds up as she feels her cheeks ache in his hand. He lowers his face to meet hers, his hot breath teasing her mouth, he loves seeing her like this “No, it doesn’t” His grip tightens on her hand and pins it above her head as he lets go of her face and moves his hand down to the side of her hip. Annie watches him, not willing to move an inch in his grip, biting the inside of her cheek and feeling her knees could buckle soon. ” I know you’re busy with classes and i’m busy at work, but that’s no reason to forget about me is it? No…that’s a bad Annie.” Her frown deepens into a pout. When he sees this his hand squeezes the side of her plump thigh, “You wanna be a good Annie, don’t you?”
When he asks her she swallows, relieving her dry throat, nodding eagerly. “Right…” he releases her and stands straight “What do you want for dinner?”
TBC part 3
She groans as she walks up the stairs, the weight of the day settling on her shoulders. As She reaches her apartment door, number 209, she digs around her purse absentmindedly sliding her hand around until her fingers touch the cool metal of her keys. Walking in, she takes a deep breath, suddenly relieved to be free of school stresses for the day.
She lays her head back, resting it on her couch blanket, breathing in it’s comforting smell, her eyes droop. She can fall asleep but her mind is wondering. She turns towards her purse sitting next to her and stares at it. She’s startled to hear the buzzing that her purse is emitting. Breathing hard now, she feels a hollow pit in her stomach as she realizes what she’s done. Or rather, what she has failed to do. Frantically she sits up and flips her bag on it’s side, emptying out it’s contents. She quickly spots her touch screen phone with its pastel pink case. The screen glares, a small light flashing, telling her about 3 messages and 2 missed calls.
Her pink tongue licks the corner of her mouth as she taps the screen and the phone comes to life. Her nervous fingers tap until she sees that the messages are from her email, classmate, and one from Him. She scrolls through the calls, one from a company and the other from Him, she sees that he had called when she had a break, He knew she had a break when he called, “why didn’t I answer my phone?” she whispers to herself, moves her bangs from her face and proceeds to open his text. “Answer your cell, Annie.”
Those four words say everything she needs to know. There was no need to wonder if he was mad. “fuck…” she sighs and feels a flush as she dials his number. It rings twice, three times, then she hears a key at the door. She listens as he works the lock and hears his phone vibrating in his pocket. She hangs up as he walks in to the living room, she stands, her face hot and her palms sweaty. ” Hi babe…”
TBC part 2.
