Chapter 39

The date was coming to a close, and you found that you didn’t want it to.

Gemma in the office was fun - witty, sometimes a little snarky, and focused without being a hardass about it. Gemma out of the office? She laughed more, and you could see her smile in her eyes when she would look at you in the middle of a conversation. She was also more touchy in general, touching your hands and arms, hugging you, giving you those delightful firm pecks on the lips.

“This is me,” she said. You hadn’t wanted the date to end so much that you’d ridden the bus uptown with her instead of offering to get her an uber. You’d sat together, and she’d held your hand in her lap with both of hers as you both laughed through her trying to explain the plot of an Australian soap opera that you’d never heard of before.

You were now standing outside of an apartment building, no nicer or worse off than your own, and Gemma had taken one step up towards the door and turned, now standing even with your height.

“I had a really great time,” you said.

“I did, too,” said, and looked down at your lips and back up to your eyes. The streetlights were reflecting in them.

“You never really told me if I’d kissed you any better after skeeball,” you said. “Any notes?”

“Don’t hesitate,” she said.

So you kissed her. She raised both hands, holding the sides of your head and running her fingers into your hair, while you pulled her to you by her waist. You teased your tongue against her lips, and she reciprocated, and your bodies pressed close as you breathed each other in.

“I want you so bad,” Gemma finally breathed out when you stopped for a breath. “In all the worst ways.”

“Any speed you want,” you said, and she kissed you again.

“Ahem,” you were interrupted. Breaking apart, you and Gemma realized an elderly woman was trying to get past you and into the doorway of the apartment - without realizing it you and Gemma had stepped up and she was leaning back against the door.

“Sorry,” Gemma blushed, taking your hand and pulling you out of the way.

“Horny teenagers,” the lady muttered, keying into the building and scowling at the two of you.

“Well, she got one thing right,” you laughed.

Gemma chewed on the corner of her lip for a moment, then reached forward and put her hand on your hard, tenting cock. “I know,” she said. “But not ... tonight?”

“Alright,” you nodded. “When can I see you again?”

She smirked. “Pretty sure we’ll see each other in the office tomorrow.”

“You know what I mean,” you said, and kissed her on the nose.

“Friday?” Gemma asked.

“Friday works,” you said.

“Then Friday,” she nodded. “Now kiss me goodnight.”