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We pack up all our stuff again and walk the short distance to the diner. We take a seat in a corner booth and order a couple of beers. I can't help but feel nervous as we sit across from each other, not sure if I'm crossing any ethical boundaries by drinking with her. But then again, she's the one who suggested it.
"So, what did you think of the practice?" I ask, trying to keep things professional.
"It was great," she says, taking a sip of her beer. "The kids seem to really like you."
I smile. "I like them too. They're a good group."
There's a moment of silence as we sip our beers. I can feel my heart racing in my chest--partly from nerves, and partly from the attraction I feel for her. Every inch of her is perfect--and I can imagine that extends underneath her clothes.
"Why did you ask me if you could kiss me at the wedding?" she asks.
That stops me dead in my tracks. "Uh...what?"
"You heard me," she says, sipping her beer. "Johnny...I know you're bad news. My brother told me as much, and everyone in town says you're a player. But you've been a total gentleman with me, and I'm sitting here wondering why."
"Well, you're my friend's kid sister," I say. "That's a good enough reason, isn't it?"
She leans forward. "You're messing with me, aren't you?"
I lock eyes with her, then I move a little further into the booth. It's one of those circular tables, so it brings me close enough to touch her.
"What do you want me to tell you?" I ask.
She clears her throat, her cheeks flushed. "Off the record...if I were just a woman and you were just some guy, what would you be saying to me right now?"
Jesus...a million things. My head spins with all the ways I want to fuck her, thedozensof positions I've pictured in my fantasies.
"Off the record?" I ask, my voice hoarse.
She nods. "Doesn't leave this table. Cross my heart."
I lean in close, my lips against her ear. She goes still, waiting, listening, as I put my arm around her shoulders.
"Look, Birdie," I murmur. "I barely know you...but I wouldn't need to know you well at all to know I want you bent over in my apartment and screaming my name."
She inhales sharply, biting her lip.
"I'm playing wholesome out of respect--for you, for your brother," I continue. "But goddamn...you keep asking, and I"m not gonna lie to you anymore. I want you to sit on my face and use me like a fucking toy. I want you riding my cock all night. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
I move away again, reaching for my beer with white knuckles. I'm hard as a rock under the table, giving into my base instincts--but it'll fade by the time we leave.
I hope.
"Um...yeah, that's more in line with what I thought you'd be like," she says, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
It's the first time I've seen her flustered, and I feel this pang of unease that I may have made her uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry," I say quickly. "If you're not into that, I get it--"
"No, no," she interrupts, shaking her head. "It's...it's not that. I just...it's been a long time since someone said something like that to me, and..."
I sit back. "Yeah?" I ask.
She nods, biting her lip. "I'm a little rusty," she admits. "And I don't like it when someone is better at something than I am. I'm competitive."
I chuckle, shaking my head. "You're not bad."
She looks up at me, a smile crossing her lips. "Was that a challenge?"
