I supposed to compete? Firsts are hard to forget. I don’t say anything, I just focus on my meal and quietly seethe this guy owns all of hers. There must be something I can do she’s never done before.
“What’s the riskiest thing you’ve ever done?” I ask.
She smiles. “Coming on this date with you,” she answers.
“You don’t really mean that do you?” I ask, unconvinced she’s serious.
She nods. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I grew up sheltered and taking risks has never really been my thing.”
“What about moving here? That was risky, I’m sure,” I mention.
“Not risky; just necessary for my peace of mind. This date feels riskier to me.”
“Well then, I guess I better think of something we can do to make sure this date lives up to your expectations. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“I don’t think you could. You’re already so good at reading me and making me feel better.” She smiles. “I’m not sure how you’ve remained single. I’m sure there are a lot of ladies who wanted to be your girlfriend.” Her cheeks flush pink and her eyes lower to her plate.
“I’ve been busy with work and other things. I’ve never had time to be in a relationship, until now.”
Her eyes flick up to mine full of questions she wants answers to, but doesn’t want to ask.
“I like you, Lana. I have fun with you and I think you’re beautiful - inside and out.” I pause our gazes locked.
I can see the insecurity she feels and the hope my words are bringing her at a stalemate. Which one will win out? “I’d like to keep taking you out and see where this attraction we have goes.” I lean forward. “Unless this attraction is all one sided and you don’t feel it too. Tell me I’m not imagining it.”
She stares at her water glass, her finger trailing through the condensation built up on the outside.
“Lana, look at me.” Her eyes timidly lift to meet mine. “Why are you retreating on me? I thought we were friends.”
She inhales a deep breath and lets out a big sigh. “We are friends. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to you also.” She covers her eyes with her hand for a moment before placing it back down on the table. “I’m not good at this,” she whispers. Her eyes dart around the dimly lit space, looking at anything but me.
“Not good at what?” I ask.
“This.” She gestures between us. “I’m not good at talking about things involving feelings. I’m not good at talking to guys, period.”
Her fingers nervously play with the spoon on the white tablecloth, beside her plate. I cover her hand with mine. “I don’t care how you do talking to other guys, Lana. I only care how you are with me and so far, we’ve had no problems. Being with you is fun and easy.” My thumb soothingly brushes over the back of her hand. “Don’t over think things and make it awkward. There’s no reason for it. We already know each other pretty well.”
We eat the rest of our meal with no more awkwardness between us. Lana just needed to get out of her head and stop over analyzing everything. As soon as she did, our usual comfortable vibe returned.
Once the waitress clears away the dishes and leaves our bill. I stand behind Lana and help her with her coat, always the gentleman. I rest my cheek on hers and whisper in her ear. “We’re going to leave without paying the bill.”
“What?” her whisper is harsh. She tries to shake her head but my cheek is pressed tightly to hers. “We can’t.”
I squeeze both her shoulders with my hands. “Just follow my lead. It will be fine.”
I take her hand in mine and walk through the dining room as if there’s nothing wrong. She clings to my arm, the nails on her other hand digging in. I like it, I’m not going to lie. Since the day I lost my virginity, I’ve known I’m a fan of pain with my pleasure. There’s nothing I’d like better than to end tonight buried nine inches deep inside her sweet pussy with her nails raking deep furrows down my spine. I’ll take any pain she can give me. Just thinking about it has my dick at half-mast. That might not be how tonight’s going to play out though. Rushing Lana would be a big mistake. She’s not that kind of girl and if we have