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Nichy could barely get out of the booth when it was time for Gavin to go back to the office. He kissed her when she stood up and pulled her into him, so that she could feel every hard line of his body. She pressed her lips to his cheek, as he handed the check to the waiter.

He had already lingered over time for their meal, but now he had to go back to the office. Neither one of them was able to let go of the other, their arms about each other as they walked out of the bar. The night air was not cool, but because they had been so hot and heavy inside the bar, even the sultry breeze hit them like a bucket of ice.

“Come back to the office with me…” he said. 

She knew that he was just as heated as she was, and that was what was talking.

“I am going to go home, because if I come back to the office with you…you will not get any work done…”

He pressed her against their office building–she had to pass it to get to the train–and ran his hands through her hair as he kissed her. She closed her eyes even tighter, because the soft massage consumed her. 

Gavin kissed her forehead.

“I know, I know…” he said, looking down at her.

He kissed her pulsing temple again, and hugged her.

“Text me when you get home princess,” he said.

Walking the couple of blocks left to the train, Nichy felt so much sweet congestion between her legs, that she felt she could sit on the curb and pull up her dress. Once her dress was up over her thighs, she would caress the softness of her belly and then let her fingers caress her damp labia. She feared that her shifting as she rushed down the street, made people think that she had just been fucked.

Her legs were spread on the curb in her mind, and she rubbed frantically. Resting on a tire, she bent one knee and rubbed until she came so roughly she almost lost consciousness on the sidewalk. She fantasized herself looking like Marilyn Monroe in that iconic shot where she was sitting in the street in fishnets. In reality, she knew she would look more like the hot mess that she was, later that evening when she got home. In bed, she played with herself until the bedsheets kept getting stuck between her legs, because it was super wet there. Nichy was covered head to toe in her sheets, her entire body damp with the consummation of her pleasure when she heard her buzzer.

The only person she could think would come over this late was Renee. She grabbed her brush, to get her hair into a semblance of something.

“Hello,” she spoke into her speaker.

“Princess?”   

Nichy felt a aftershock of orgasm hit her, when she heard Gavin’s voice.

“Hey…”

She waited for him by the door. When she let him in, he pulled her close like he had in the bar.

“I am all sweaty, I did not put the AC on,” she said, lying to explain why she was so damp.

He licked behind her ear.

“You taste sweet,” he said. “I just needed one more good night kiss, princess…”

He kissed her again. Her body so damp she felt pasted to him. His being dressed in his full suit except for his jacket which he placed on the table by the door, and his hand roaming over the soft parts of her that he could not access in the bar made her swoon.

“Tomorrow night, come hell or high water Nichy…tomorrow is going to be our first date…”

They kissed again, her damp body responded to his touches and just his nearness in general as she was molded to his body. 

She felt she did not belong anywhere else.

“Tomorrow,” she said within a kiss, panting from the sultry air not from outside…but that they created inside.

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Nichy’s hand was almost stuck between her legs when she woke up. She pulled it slowly, letting her fingers brush her labia. A small jolt tremored through her, and she let her hand stick there just a little longer. On her side, in bed, she felt deliciously languorous and rubbed her labia over and over. When she was slippery enough, she moved faster and faster until she closed her eyes and came. Her orgasm was not hard, but fully gripped her. She felt it as she tossed her legs over her bed, and looked down at her bare legs which just touched her floral curtain. 

She had that feeling all day at work. It was date night, and she was very excited to be with Gavin…at last! She did not have to work late, everything was set. And she still savored the delicious remnants of the pleasure that had gripped her that morning in bed.

Gavin came over to her desk, the look on his face gripped her in a different way.

“I have to work late tonight, and nothing as cool as what you did the other night. No party, and I will probably be here until midnight.”

“Do you get a dinner break?”

“Sort of?”

Nichy beckoned him with a rose-polished nail, as he leaned into her and she felt that grip sweeten between her legs again.

“Then I am “sort of” it.”

Gavin stood at full height, his face softened with desire.

“I’ll go to the bar after work, and you come meet me.”

“Oh, I will come,” he said.

Nichy turned back to her paperwork, with a soft smile on her lips.

That same smile hovered over the cucumber gin tonic she sipped at the bar, waiting for Gavin. She stirred her drink sweetly, when her phone vibrated. She told Gavin not to text her unless he was coming, she was running out of tolerance for canceling their first assignation. 

He slid into the booth with her easily, his leg rubbed against her bare thigh.

“This is going to be like a speed date,” he lamented.

“Depends on what you do with the time…” 

He kissed her forcing the breath from her, before chewing on her lip.

“Seems you are very hungry…” she whispered, as he caressed her cheek. 

When he kissed her again, he caressed her neck and the soft swell that was the tip of her spine. 

Their food came. Nichy had ordered before he walked in. Mussels and frites with a rich saffron sauce, that aroused her as much as his mouth. She licked his lips, and in the corner of his mouth tasted a burst of coffee that she knew he must have been drinking so he did not fall asleep. He was very awake now, as was she. 

The grip of his hand, replaced the feeling of his leg on her thigh. Nichy luxuriated in lying back in the high plush leather booth that she picked out for them, as Gavin licked the tip of her earlobe and kissed her neck. She lifted her arm to one side to brush her hair over her shoulder, when she felt the gentle tickle of Gavin’s fingers along her arm and the side of her breast. Nichy closed her eyes tightly, relishing the feeling.

They pulled away from each other, but Nichy kept her arms wrapped loosely about him. Gavin dipped a lengthy frite into the saffron broth, before swirling it around in the homemade ketchup that came with it and fed it to Nichy. Nichy let him feed her, and sucked on the tips of his fingers. Her tongue caressed the tips, until any evidence of the broth or ketchup was gone. Pulling his fingers away, Gavin caressed her lips with his damp fingers.

“You’re making me so damn hard,” he moaned quietly.

His words were treated as an invitation for Nichy to run her hand over his stomach, pausing to tug on his belt buckle before she caressed the very damn hard bulge below it. She felt his hand cover hers, as she caressed him. It turned her on that he was was this hard, and that she had made him so. 

Nichy searched for a lengthy frite of her own that she let get soggy in the mussel broth , before she swirled it in the homemade ketchup and kissed him before she fed it to him. She gasped when he roughly sucked her fingers, not just the tips. His tongue lapped at the flesh part of her palm, licking along its curve.

“I want to eat you,” he said.

Nichy thought about Renee and Tyler in the stall of the unisex bathroom, Tyler’s hands on Renee’s breasts, and she almost wanted to drag Gavin there. But she did not want their first time to be so careless and unremarkable. 

“I want you,” he continued. “I could have you in this booth, but I don’t want the first time to be like that. I want to seduce you properly, slowly princess. I want to treat you like my princess…”

He kissed her forehead gently, before picking up more frites to feed her. 

Neither one of them ate anything that the other did not feed them. Their feeding each other was like they wanted their lovemaking to be: slow and filled with caring.

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Nichy pressed her nails into her palm so deeply, there was an imprint that she rubbed now sitting at her perch as the faux librarian.

Her boss had been gentle about it, but since out the day before she was scheduled to work in the library this evening. Sitting there now, she rubbed that ridge on her palm. Pressed that same palm to her face because that Gavin held when she told him that she was going to have to work that night.

“We can go out after everyone has left,” he said to her as they walked outside during lunch.

“But you know when we have parties no one ever goes! They stay until the booze is done!”

“I will wait for you princess, I will wait.”

He stopped in the middle of the street, caressed her cheek and pushed loose strands of her hair away from her eyes. Their second kiss was the most natural thing, feeling more like need than desire. Gavin held her close. 

“I will wait for you.”

The feeling of his body against hers was still heavy upon her as she sat at the heavy oak desk, remembering what Renee had told her. She wished she had had the nerve to ask Gavin to sit with her, but she had not. At least she knew that he would wait for her.

If she could not quench her desire at all, at least she could get up and get a drink. She was allowed to get as much as she wanted to eat or drink while she worked and she would get a car home. Gavin could go home with her, and they could go to the restaurant where he had found her when he came looking for her.

Nichy washed her mouth with a second gin tonic, and nibbled on a small plate of appetizers. Her tongue lingered over the savory blood on the warm slices of lamb on crusty bread, as if she was seeking the rawness of life. 

After she placed the small plate on a silver tray for the servers who walked around, she sipped slowly on her gin tonic with copious cucumber pulp.   

Gavin sat at the library desk, replacing her. Nichy paused, a little heady from having her second gin tonic. It was late enough that she was beginning to think that they were not going to have a date. But he sat there sipping scotch, she knew that was what he liked from being with him after work at the bar.

“So I guess we are going to have to have a date here then,” he announced.

Gavin got up, and pulled out the chair for Nichy.

She sat down, and he pulled up a chair to sit beside her.

“I was thinking that we were not going to have our date after all. And that I should have asked you to come keep me company.”

“Glad I came Nich.”

He sat beside her, and they talked about the goings on around them. Nichy realized that just having him there talking with, made her feel the same electricity that Renee had described to her doing far more with Tyler. Gavin stayed with her until almost everyone left, but she was at least relieved when her car came. They said nothing, but walked out together and into her car. 

Nichy looked at the stars in the sky from out of the window, her eyes already full of them.

It was just after midnight, and she was exhausted. They stopped in front of her apartment building, and she walked out looking up at the full moon. The moon shone so bright, she almost had to shield her eyes from it. But instead her eyes closed as Gavin kissed her. Their hands moved faster than the speed of light over each other. Gavin caressed all of her curves softly when he encountered them though: one hand lingered on the curve of her backside just under the swell of her cheek, while the other was filled with the fullness of her breast. He almost pulled away from her lips, but sucked on the bottom one like a candy.

“I needed the taste of your lips again,” he whispered finally letting go, and squeezing her bottom which made her feel like she might come. His touch made her labia tremble.

Nichy’s answer was her hands in his back pocket, as she kissed him again. She kissed him tiny kisses as infinite as the petals of a flower, before she utilized words.

“You should have asked the driver to wait for you.”

“It is okay, I will walk home. Tomorrow, we will have a real date?”

Nichy stood still, but her body felt as though currents raced through her. The electricity of her desire was rampant. Gavin smiled at her, and she squeezed his hand before she let it go and watched him walk away until he disappeared into the night.

His kisses left her wanting more. Under her sheets much later, she caressed her bottom the way he had when they kissed. Her finger lingered just under the curve of her cheek, but did not stop there. She let her fingers slip between the divide of her cheeks and let the tips of them address the wetness there. Between her legs was congested with the desire that their kissing had created. Now she let her fingers move along the wetness there, and she did not even have a chance to touch herself in earnest. With just the recognition of how wet she was, Nichy made herself come with with the lightest of caresses. She was so tired that her climax lulled her to sleep, and she woke up with her hands sticky between her thighs.

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When Nichy’s buzzer buzzed, she assumed that it was Gavin–not wanting to wait for date night after all. “Nichy?” 

Renee’s scratchy voice was disembodied coming through her speaker, as she buzzed her in. Her friend’s actual presence was even more unsettling than her voice was.

“Are you okay Nichy? I was trying to get in contact with you all day, but I kept getting your voicemail.”

“Why, what happened with Tyler?”

Renee stared at her.

“I did not come here to talk about Tyler, I came to see you! To make sure you were not dead or something. You never take time off.”

“Well I needed some time to myself.”

Nichy’s body still buzzed from making out with Gavin. She could still smell his warm scent, and feel the scruff of his beard against her face. Felt his hands on her body…she was saturated with desire all over again.

“Why are you being so mysterious Nichy? What is going on?”

“Nothing,” Nichy said quickly. “Would you like some wine?”

“Sure!”

Nichy knew that she would be able to distract Renee with the offer of liquor. Renee plopped down sloshing red wine on herself and the couch. Nichy looked at the bruise-colored stain, and shrugged her shoulders.

“And Tyler did come in today…” Renee started.

Nichy drank a few more glasses of Lambrusco than she was planning to. The sweet red wine tasted like bubbly punch. And there was really no words to get in edgewise, once Renee started talking.

“I covered the library today since you were out–”

Nichy pressed the back of her hand to her mouth but before she got an apology out, Renee continued.

“Tyler came in to keep me company. He was sitting next to me, and since the library was empty…and since we had not seen each other for a long time…” Renee looked dreamily into space, and then finally purred. “He plays my pussy like a violin…”

Nichy remembered almost kissing Gavin in the library, and actually kissing him just moments ago. Renee had a knack for getting her wound up. She wished Gavin had come back to see her, instead of listening to Renee who was making her body heavy with desire telling her about Tyler.

They both jumped when wild lightning flashed first, then deafening thunder followed it.

The pouring rain outside made Renee sit up straight. 

“Do you mind if I stay over? I know it sounds terrible, but I am afraid of thunderstorms.”

“Sure,” Nichy shrugged. “It’s late anyway.”

Nichy got up, and pulled out her own stuff out of her overnight bag since she did not often have guests stay over. She placed everything on the couch where Renee sat stiff, just nodding to show her appreciation for the donation.

Nichy got herself ready for bed, her body was soft and desired to be touched. Renee had made her want to be touched even more than she had already wanted to be. The sheets aroused her as she got into bed. The rain poured steadily against the window, and lightning in broad white bursts like the Fourth of July before finally thunder so heavy. Renee jumped into her bed, and under the covers with her.

With Renee in her bed, she was even more restless than she would have been if she had been in bed alone.

Renee shifted more than the occurrences of lightning and thunder combined, which made Nichy lie in bed with her eyes open. When the rain subsided, Nichy’s eyes got heavier than her desire. She was drifting into sleep when she felt Renee her body pressed close to hers, Renee’s arms about her. She shifted to get out of her embrace, but Renee grabbed her breast and moaned between her shoulder blades. Nichy jumped out of bed. 

“Renee!” 

Renee rolled around, and covered her head with the sheets.

Nichy realized she was not going to get a bit of sleep in the same bed with Renee, so she let her have it.

In the morning, Nichy found herself with her head on her arms at her dresser. She felt that she had not had enough sleep, but at least the sun was out. Nichy got up and got ready for work, after she had hit Renee several times to make her get up. 

To no avail.

When Renee finally woke up, she walked into the bathroom with just a thong. Nichy felt Renee’s breasts pressed to her back again. She was not sure how much more of Renee as a sexual being she could take, between her stories and having her in her bed. Renee telling her that sitting in the same chair that she had sat in, where she had almost kissed Gavin for the first time, that Tyler had caressed her thighs and that he had touched them slowly, digging his finger in the part between her upper thighs until felt the hair between her legs. He ran his fingers through it, ran his fingers through her hair and circled her labia, until he felt felt her wetness which he smeared first in her pubic hair…before played her like a violin…before she came in the chair Nichy usually sat in as faux librarian.

Nichy smiled at Renee who walked past her into the bathroom. She waited for Renee to get ready so she could lock up after her, and fished through her bag for her phone when she saw it:

I can still taste your lips.

Nichy pressed her lips to the phone, where Gavin’s text was located with anticipation…

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