two bedroom. There's no privacy here, if I want to bring back a guy, well..." She paused. "Anyway, that's not really important right now."
"Oh, so you've never brought a guy back here?" I asked her consideringly.
"No, I haven't."
"So, you normally go back to their place?"
"No."
"So where do you go?"
"I go nowhere."
"Wow. So, you've just been doing it in the street?" My jaw dropped "Or wait, you’ve been going to hotels?"
"I haven't been doing it anywhere because there haven't been any guys. Okay." She looked embarrassed and a deliciously wicked thought crossed my mind.
"Really?" A broad smile crossed my face. "So, you're like a virgin?"
"No." She started laughing hysterically. “Stop saying so, and no I’m not a virgin.”
"Why is that so funny to you?"
"Honey, I’m not laughing because I think it’s funny. Why would you assume I'm a virgin? Just because I haven't had sex in the last couple of months, you know everyone doesn't need to be doing it all the time. I just moved here to the United States of America and the..."
"It's. Okay. It's okay." I put my hand up. "I was only joking. Look, I haven't been with anyone in a while either."
"Really?" Now it was her turn to look astounded. "You haven't hooked up with anyone in months?"
"I know it's hard to believe because I am tall, handsome, and..." I was about to say rich, but I cut myself off. "I have a great personality."
"Yeah okay.” She made a face. “You have the best personality." She said with a small laugh, that made me smile. She really did have the best laugh. All girly and cute.
"Are you being sarcastic with me, Molly?"
"Who me?" She said with an innocent little smile that unexpectedly made me want to kiss her. "Would I be sarcastic?"
"Aren’t the English known for their sarcastic sense of humor? And you're from England, right?"
"No. I thought we already established that I'm a Nigerian princess. Get down on your knees and..."
"Oh, you want me to get down on my knees huh?" I started to get down on my knees and wiggled my tongue at her in an erotic fashion. If she wanted to play around with me, I could play around with her. Ten times better.
"No, no. I was just joking." She blushed furiously as I looked down into her lap.
"Oh, I was about to say, I mean, I know we were just talking about the fact that neither of us had gotten any, but I didn't think you would be this forward by telling me to get down on my knees."
"Ethan. I was not telling you to get down on your knees and perform oral sex on me."
"Okay. Because, all you have to do is ask." I said, with a small wink. She jumped up off the couch and walked over to the kitchen quickly. I laughed silently as she opened one of the cupboards and pretended to look for something. "So, Molly? I have a question for you.”
"Yes Ethan." She looked back at me. I could see a curious, yet nervous expression on her face. I wondered if I should continue teasing her. I could ask her what her favorite position was. Or if she’d be willing to get down on her knees for me. I decided against it when I realized I didn’t want her to think I was serious. I liked to kid around with the best of them, but I didn’t want her to think I was a pervert.
"What is it you do for a living?" I realized as soon as I said the words that I regretted them, because even though I wanted to know what she did for a living, I didn't want her to ask me what I did for a living. In fact, I didn’t want to share anything about myself. I hated that I had to lie.
“Right now, I'm a photographer for a fashion designer, but I'd also really love to be an actress, cliche I know, and perhaps I should have moved to Los Angeles, but this is where I got my job. I'm actually trying to get auditions for parts on Broadway." She blushed slightly, and then she shook her head "Sorry. That was a bit of a ramble, long story, short. I'm a photographer, but would like to get into acting."
"Cool." I nodded; I wouldn’t have guessed she wanted to be an actress. She didn’t have that look, but then I realized she most probably was truly interested in the art of