I've been working with this sexy redhead for about three months now. I've had my eye on her from the first day. One, because she set off my gaydar, and two, because I thought she was hot.
Eventually, I found out she was married and had a kid, but that doesn't mean much to me. I know girls well enough to know that it doesn't mean much to them either.
I added her as a friend on Facebook this past Monday and the banter began immediately. The next day at work, she was even more friendly than normal, even playfully pushing into me from behind.
Wednesday she told me she was getting either a lip or tongue piercing done and asked me if I wanted to come along. Of course I wasn't going to pass this opportunity up.
We exchanged cell numbers and the flirting intensified.
Me: "I'm so looking forward to seeing you get stabbed."
Her: "Hmm...you're a little sadistic, eh? ;)"
Me: "Only when it comes to you."
Her "Mmmhmmm....What did I do?"
Me: "I think you know. You need to sit in the corner and think about it. You can come out when you are able to use your nice words and talk about it...I'm going to go to bed now. Good night bad girl"
Her: "You have no idea. ;)"
Me: "Hmm...I look forward to knowing."
Her: "Definitely looking forward to sharing"
Next day...
Me: "How you feeling about tonight? Excited? Anxious? Scared?"
Her: "Ehhh, no, not yet."
Me: "I didn't mean about the piercing, I meant about hanging out with me. ;)"
Her: "lol, no. I'm looking forward to that ;)"
She picked me up and we began talking. She started out with little comments like, "my ex-girlfriend bought me this jacket." And occasionally found some reason or another to pat my leg or squeeze my knee.
I could tell she was a bit nervous. Almost missing her turns. Running a red light. I teased her about being intimadated by me. She said she was with a playful laugh.
Eventually it came out that she and her husband were swingers and that she has been into girls for a long time.
I knew it. I sensed this about her. I was right.
After she got pierced, we went and got a drink. Scooting closer and closer together at the table. Our legs were touching, my hand on her knee. She gave me seductive glances as we talked about me coming over to her place to watch movies soon. Her coming over to my place to play Rock Band. I knew she wanted me.
I could feel myself burning for her. I could feel myself getting wetter.
After a drink, we walked out to the car. We joked about being drunk and were bumping into each other's sides as we walked. Dangerously close to one another. I could feel the gush inside me. We got in the car.
God dammit, why didn't I kiss her right then?
She drove me home. God dammit, again. Now I have to worry about being seen. I was looking at the house, wondering if Kay would be looking out the window. My heart was beating so fast.
I knew she wanted to kiss me. I wanted to kiss her too. I wanted to fuck her. I knew she wanted to fuck me too.
My heart was pounding, hoping to god that Kay wasn't watching. I leaned over and hugged her goodbye, but then I pulled back enough so that we could kiss. Just soft and brief. A tease of the tongue. Enough to give her a taste. And to leave her wanting more.
But it also meant that I was left wanting more too.
So fucking horny, and I knew I wouldn't be getting any from Kay. She's got the flu.
We parted and I went in the house. I got a text:
Her: "I had a good time. Do it again. Soon! :)"
Me: "Me too. Definitely."
Awhile later...
Me: "Damn girl. I wish we had more time together. But soon enough, we will be able to finish where we left off."
Her: "Definitely. For sure. ;)"
