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Rob guffawed. “I can’t believe you’re dating such a dud.”
“He…he’s not as bad as you think.”
“Tell me what you love about him.”
Kitt didn’t like where this conversation was headed. “It’s none of your business.”
“Okay. So you can’t think of anything. Just tell me, how serious is the relationship? In case I’m thinking I’d like to make it part of my business.”
Heart melting, blood rushing, Kitt looked up into Rob’s ocean blue eyes and knew it was over with Lionel. If Rob wanted to start something with her, she was all for it. She raised her lips and he kissed her. Tenderly. Then passionately.
“I like your answer,” he said. “Sit on my lap and straddle me,” he whispered in her ear.
Kitt didn’t hesitate although she wasn’t sure what he had in mind. They were both fully dressed.
“I just want to feel you against me,” he said, but once his hard-on met her vaginal area, his breath quickened and he began rubbing up against her.
“Oh God, Kitten. You feel so good.” He held her still against him for a moment. “I should stop.”
“No, you shouldn’t. It feels so…” Her pussy quivered with desire. Her nipples ached. She wanted him. “Heavenly.”
“It does but I want our first real fuck to be special,” he whispered in her ear. “If you don’t mind a dry run…”
Kitt wiggled against Rob so that his cock and her clit made contact. She wanted to make him come. She never had. She supposed he had always taken care of his need after they parted but she wanted the power… She squirmed provocatively.
He gasped. “Now you’ve done it. I can’t stop. Hang on.” Rob stood and she kept her legs and arms wrapped around him. On his feet, he rubbed her pussy up and down against his cock while pushing his tongue deep inside her mouth. The friction of his hard rod against her clitoris sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. Rob released her lips and breathing hard, he bucked against her. Nothing in her life had felt so good. He was going to come. Kitt held her breath and watched his face as Rob gasped his climax.
“I’m com—” She shuddered with her orgasm.
They held tightly to one another until moment passed and their panting slowed.
He helped Kitt to her feet and stood. Her shorts and his pants were wet. They looked at one another and laughed. “There was nothing dry about that,” Kitt said. “We’re both a mess.”
“How about leaving the top down and going through the car wash…and dry…with the Vette?” Rob asked.
Laughing and holding hands, Rob and Kitt left their barn. With a new memory and new hope tucked in her heart, she was too happy to think about breaking up with Lionel. She didn’t want to hurt him but she couldn’t live a lie. Later. I’ll think about it another time. Right now, I am too full of joy.
Watching TV with Sug, Kitt’s mind was on Rob. She was hoping he’d ask her for a date for that evening but he didn’t. When he’d dropped her off, he said, “See you soon.”
That sucked. Where was he and what was he doing? Was he commitment-phobic? Was he afraid if he saw her twice in one day she’d get too serious? Still, he was jealous of Lionel and that pleased her.
“What’s the matter with you?” Sug complained. “The last show was a comedy and you didn’t laugh once. Now you’re smiling at a funeral scene.” She muted the television. “Where’s Rob?”
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“I was wondering the same thing and I don’t know.”
“He probably had to work or something. The man is crazy about you. Trust me. So quit worrying. And you try to say you’re serious about Lionel. Ha!” She turned off the TV and rose. “If you’re going to be such poor company, I’m going to bed.”
Auntie liked interaction and enjoyed conversation. She’d wanted to hear about Kitt’s afternoon with Rob and she’d been in a good mood during dinner tonight. Luckily, she’d been lying down when Kitt came home with wet shorts.
Working? Rob? “Good night, Sug,” Kitt called as her aunt shut her bedroom door.
Of course! Kitt bounced on the couch. If he’s a chef, it’s likely he works at night. He probably thought I’d realise that, so he didn’t bother to mention it. Why hadn’t she asked the name of the restaurant? If she knew where he worked, she and Sug could eat there sometime. It would be fun to eat a meal that Rob Harrison had cooked.
Kitt turned in soon afterward, hoping to have sweet dreams.
Rob called early the next day and she immediately asked him where he worked as a chef. Dead air hung between them for long seconds. “Fruits of the Sea is in Ocala,” he finally told her. She’d never heard of it, but there were probably dozens of restaurants in a town of that size and she’d only dined at a couple. “What nights do you work?”
