Chapter 12

He plopped back into the seat and tucked himself into his pants. “Thanks,” he mumbled.

Back in the car, Alex leaned over to her and they kissed again. His hand started on her hip, but quickly climbed up her waist and felt her breast. It was firm under her bra. Cyn moaned into his kiss as he felt her erect nipple under his fingers. Using the tip of his index finger to stroke it, she moaned louder. His erection was straining against the fabric of his pants. Begging to be released.

Still kissing deeply, Alex, attentive to her every reaction, watching for any indication that he should slow down, brought his hand back down to her waist and slipped it up inside her shirt. She squirmed in her seat as he caressed the bare skin of her waist.

Deciding to continue – really having no choice because, at that moment, his raging hormones were calling all of the shots – Alex curled two fingers between her soft belly and the top of her pants. His thumb found the button and, very careful not to pinch her tender skin, he deftly flipped the button. The first step in releasing her to him.

She placed a hand on his shoulder and gently but firmly pushed him back. “Alex, we can’t.”

Not for the first time and not for the last time, Alex stared at her dumbfounded.

“I don’t put out until the third date,” Cyn explained. She gave no further explanation. That was enough.

Knowing any argument to the contrary would be fruitless, Alex replied, “Okay.” Then desperately asked her, “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” Cyn looked at him, her eyes suddenly very cold. “We haven’t even known each other for a week. Do you think I’m a slut?”

“No! No!”

“I’m just kidding!” Cyn laughed. “I’d be honored to be a slut for you. On our third date.”

Alex had been on two dates with her, met her parents, felt her up, had his cock sucked by her, and he was still unable to make heads or tails out of this curious woman. The more he got to know her, the more open she was, the more complex she became. Maybe he just wasn’t used to someone who always spoke their mind and had absolutely no hidden agenda or angle. Maybe she was just everything his life had been missing.

“You can come over Friday. My parents are down at the beach house again – not that they really care that much, but I would feel super weird screwing around with them, like, just sitting in the living room or something.” Cyn smiled. “And bring me some flowers. Nothing fancy, but pretty. To show me that you care about me as a person and that I’m not just something for you to fuck.”

Wide-eyed at her constantly candid openness, Alex agreed. “Okay.”

“And if you want,” Cyn told him, “I can suck your dick again. I don’t want to send you home all frustrated.” Without waiting for a reply, she leaned over and started to unfasten his pants.