he teases me repeatedly, brushing his lips against mine, and then puling them away. He bites and licks the edges of my jaw, the curves of my collarbone. He’s driving me crazy.
Finally, our lips meet, and he eventually loses his resolve. My mouth opens eagerly for his, and our tongues finally collide. He’s an amazing kisser, just as I’d imagined. It feels a little strange to kiss another man, but it’s wonderful. I feel his kiss in every inch of my body.
Our hands wander and explore. He slips a hand under my skirt and strokes my ass. I desperately want him to go further, but he’s teasing again. I reach for his fly and undo it. I’m quick to wrap my hand around his erection. I steal a glance. He has a beautiful cock, and I want him inside me.
His fingers toy with the lace trim on my panties, teasing.
“Touch me,” I beg.
He slips a skilled finger in my panties and I go wild. He teases and I kind of want to hate him for being so cruel. “Take them off,” I plead.
“I can’t, baby,” he says. “Your rules, sweetie.”
I reach for the band of my panties. “Screw the agreement,” I scoff as I pull them down and slip them over my heels.
A mischievous grin stretches across his face as he watches me intently.
“Touch me,” I beg again. “Please.”
He slides a hand under my skirt. “Well, since you said please.”
He finally touches me the way I really want to be touched. He’s slow and teasing… and perfect. I get a little antsy and I wrap my hand over his. I take control. I need to get off.
His beautiful green eyes study me as I reach that peak, as I lose all control. His gaze never leaves me as I squirm and moan, as I slither and whimper.
“Beautiful,” he says as I come to.
I’m flushed and shy when I finally fall back to earth. I kiss his cheek and reach for him. “You’re still very hard, Mr. Hanson,” I whisper. “Let’s take care of that.”
He smiles in agreement, and I’m happy to return the favor.
Hey Gretchen, How are you?
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Did you get the flowers I sent?
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I hope you like them.
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I wasn’t sure if you like purple.
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Can you reply when you have a chance?
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Are you not getting these texts? Are you very busy?
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I’d really love to know if you received the flowers.
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How is Ethan? He’s a cute boy.
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It’s been hours. I think you’re being kind of rude.
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I’m sorry. I’m just impatient. Please text back when you have a chance.
Ten texts in three hours. I really need to deal with him.
Hi Samuel. Sorry, I’ve been swamped at work. Yes, I did get the flowers. They’re beautiful. Thank you so much.
I debate sending a happy face for the longest time. Finally I decide that yes, this definitely calls for a happy face.
:)
He replies a second later.
Glad to hear it. Can’t wait to see you again.
I blow out a breath. He’s obviously kind of obsessed with me. And I’m not doing him any favors by leading him on. I need to nip this in the bud. Right now.
I hate having to do this, but there’s no other play here. Ive been going to the group for weeks now, and I’ve gotten all I could get from it. I never really enjoyed it, and life is too short to do anything you don’t want to do, unless you really need to. And now, with Samuel’s infatuation, I think I’ll be doing everyone a favor if I leave.
My heart is heavy as I call him. He answers on the first ring.
“Hey, Gretchen. How are you?”
“I’m… great. Thanks so much for the flowers. They’re sitting on my kitchen table. They really brighten the room.”
“I’m glad you like them. I just wanted to thank you for coming over. I had a really good time.”
“Well, I’m the one who should thank you. I’m the one who enjoyed a nice home cooked meal.”
“So you liked my meatloaf? It’s my mother’s recipe.”
“Yes, it was great.”
“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?”
My heart sinks. “Uh… about that. I was calling to thank you for the flowers, but also to let you know… I won’t be coming to the group anymore.”
A long painful silence fills the line.
“What?”
“Honestly… It’s not doing anything for me,” I try to explain. “You know how I hate it.”
“Well, I hate it too,” he points out. “But we both need it.”
“I don’t,” I argue. “I’m doing really well these days. Ethan is too.”