how she tastes?
“How about this. Just follow my lead. Close your eyes for a moment.”
She does. “Okay. This isn’t weird at all. Closing my eyes in a crowded bar.”
“You’re the one who asked. I think this will be more fun if we just pictured what it would be like for me to go down on you. Purely hypothetically speaking, of course.”
“Purely hypothetical,” she repeats.
“I don’t like living in the past. Besides, you’re my friend but you’re also hot. I could imagine what going down on you would be like.”
“Can you?” She swallows. “Grant, is this one of those conversations we’re going to regret tomorrow when we’re sober?”
She’s right. My head is buzzing from our drinks tonight and I’m sure hers is too.
“What I’m about to say is the epitome of ‘a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts.’ I’ve thought about you, Maya. I’ve thought about how you taste. How could I not? You’re beautiful. Plus, I know you quite well, and I like you as a person. You’ve intrigued me from the moment I first saw you.”
She quivers. “Jesus.”
“Yes, that’s what you’d be saying.”
“Oh God,” she mumbles.
The bar is getting more crowded. It’s a little harder for us to hear each other and talk, so I scoot my chair around so it’s on her side of the bar table and put my hand on her knee.
She’s still got her eyes closed when I whisper in her ear.
“Well, Maya, I’m a bit of a freak. And you? Being with you would be the biggest prize of all. I’ve never had such a mental crush on someone. We’ve known each other over a year, and we have a terrific connection.”
“I know we do,” she whispers, nodding. Her cheeks heat, and her breathing turns sharp.
There are so many people around us in the crowded bar, but they all fade away. We might as well be all alone here in our own little bubble. I squeeze her leg and she puts her hand on top of mine.
“I’ve never had a connection like I’ve had to you. The fact that you’re absolutely gorgeous and I can’t stop staring at you, well, that’s just a bonus. A really fucking great bonus.” I pause “This conversation is turning you on, isn’t it?”
“Grant,” she whispers. “I thought you were just supposed to be describing how you’d go down on me, not anything else.”
I chuckle, my voice a low growl. I can feel her knee tremble. “But I am telling you exactly how I would go down on you. With a few extra details, of course. So, let’s continue. I’d start by telling you how hard the essence of you gets me. And then I might show you.”
“You’d pull yourself out of your pants for me to see?”
“No. I’d just let you feel. Do you want to feel it?”
She’s silent.
I put my hand on her heart and she takes a quick breath in.
“Are you okay?” I ask. “Your heart is beating like crazy and you’re breathing really hard for just sitting at a bar table.”
“Yes,” she breathes, licking her lips. “I want to feel it.”
Taking her hand, I slowly slide it onto my right-side pocket, on top of my jeans.
“Feel that, Maya? That’s how hard you make me. I can’t hold back anymore. I’m fucking done holding back. You want the truth? Well, how turned on I am right now isn’t a lie. I don’t get hard for any old girl, Maya. I get hard for you.”
“Holy shit,” Maya whispers.
I can’t take my eyes away from her. She’s so beautiful, so complex, so goddamn gorgeous, so willing to follow my lead, so trusting.
“Nothing’s happening unless you want it to,” I remind her.
“I know,” she says. “And I want it all with you.”
I swallow, wondering what “it all” could mean.
A kiss? A night?
“I got distracted, I was supposed to be telling you how I would ravage your pussy by going down on you.”
“Hypothetically.” She grins maniacally and rubs back and forth over my pants.
“Yes, hypothetically. Fuck, Maya, are you really just playing with my cock right now?”
“I’m not playing. Just getting a feel for the shape of it.”
“You’re not?” I say, not totally able to believe all this is happening right now.
“Please, get back to your talk about going down on me and how that would go.”
“Ah, yes, you want to hear about me ravaging your pussy with my mouth, do you?”
She screws up her face. “Tell me more about what you would do to me.”
I lower my