“That!”
“…That what?”
“You were asking if I would like to be with other people right? That right there is my answer!”
“Me taking off your choker?”
“Yes! No one else is that considerate. Or at least, I don’t know if they are. But I know that you are.” She took his hands in hers.
“I may be attracted to them but I’m also attracted to you.” A moderate confidence boost, no matter how many times he heard it. “But also I’m comfortable around you. And I know you want me to be comfortable around you. Just like I want you to be comfortable around me.”
“I am comfortable around you-”
“Not like before. Before we started datin- no. Before we started touching each other, things were sorta different. Now there’s this, this thing there.”
“Thing?”
“Yes, thing. Like what you just did. You keep giving me chances to leave and stuff. You keep worrying. Not that I don’t like you worrying but you should at least trust me.” HR didn’t quite get her line of reasoning.
“But I do trust you…?”
“Then trust me when I say that I like you. I don’t want to be with anyone else. And if that ever changes, you’ll be the first to know.” She punctuated her statement with a squeeze.
They spent the next moment staring into each other’s eyes. HR taking in the sincerity of her words, and her looking for understanding on his face. Then his theoretical cup ranneth over with relief and happiness.
“Okay, I trust you.”.
Her happiness was fleeting as a smile left almost as soon as it came “Hilbane?”
“Lai Chan.”
“Can I kiss you?” She looked down, almost guilty.
“Why?”
“Because I want to kiss you.”
HR used one of his hands to cup her cheek, lifting her face until their eyes met again. “I meant, why are you asking?”
“Because I got to thinking that maybe you didn’t want to. You would think you were taking advantage of me again.” Ah yes, the unintended consequences of his actions. Welcome back old friend. He raised his other hand to cup her other cheek.
“Now it’s time for you to trust me, Lai Chan. I always want to kiss you. And you can kiss me whenever you want.” He mushed her face together a bit, and saw the light return to her eyes.
“Really?”
“Of course.”
“Then why aren’t you kissing me right now?” Her tone was completely playful and slightly muffled from the face squishing.
“Because you wanted to kiss me, so I’m waiting.” His voice was equally playful.
“Well, you do it.”
“You brought it up, so you do it first.”
Lai Chan took his hands off her face and placed them down at her waist. She scooted her chair a bit closer and leaned in.
“I have an offer.” A slyness in her voice.
“I’m interested.”
“I also want to do some other things to you. If I do them, will you kiss me?” She placed a hand on his thigh and started rubbing it slowly. A no brainer.
“Deal.” He leaned closer and completed his end of the agreement. A quick peck, at first. He’d just pulled back before she kissed him, returning the favor. The two of them giggled and shared kisses as their hands began to explore each other’s body. Lai Chan’s hand was getting ever so close to his groin.
It was then that they were interrupted.
Someone cleared their throat. HR looked around Lai Chan to see one of the teenage baristas standing there, not making direct eye contact with them and redder than a kickball. He then glanced around the rest of the cafe that he suddenly remembered they were in. He saw a plethora of responses. Shocked looks, sly glances, broad smiles from older couples. The color drained from his face.
“Um… The manager said tha-” He didn’t need her to finish.
“Yup, absolutely. Understood.” HR stood straight up,pulling Lai Chan onto her feet. He fished out his wallet and dropped a twenty onto the table. “Sorry for the inconvenience.” He grabbed Lai Chan’s hand and led her out of there, barely giving her enough time to grab her bag.
—
Minutes passed of Lai Chan giggling and following along before she asked, “Where to next?”
“Home.”
“Why? We still have plenty of-” HR interrupted her with another kiss, rekindling the fire from the cafe. “Right, home.”
—
The two of them arrived at the mansion and rushed inside, not bothering to acknowledge anyone else as they headed towards Lai Chan’s room, hand in hand. They breezed past Veronica whose shock quickly turned to annoyance as she called after them.
“I’m telling Ai!” Her words fell on mostly deaf ears.
They reached Lai Chan’s room and quickly inhabited it. HR made sure to lock it behind them, in case Ai decided to show up because of Veronica’s complaint.
The two of them came together once again, their hands continuing where they left off from the cafe as they moved towards the bed. Once there, she fell backwards onto it and he made to climb on top of her.
A sudden demeanor change and in a moment she had wrapped her legs around him in full guard. Another moment and she had flipped them so that he was on her back.
“Wait!”
“What’s wro-”
“The birds! Ai will kill me if anything happens to them.” She climbed off of him and sat on the edge of the bed. “Take them out for me.” His heart rate settled after a few beats, the disappointment abating after recognizing that this was merely a delay of the sexy times and not a cancellation.
The next few minutes were spent with him picking through her hair, removing the jewel encrusted avians. They were really woven in there. It also didn’t help with her hair appearing to be one solid mass unless his fingers were directly touching that part. Eventually he got them all out and marveled at the wealth he held in his hands. He wondered how much each of them cost. Lai Chan stood up from the bed.
“Go put them on the dresser over there, I’ll put them away later.” HR did as he was told, quickly returning to the bed where Lai Chan was once again waiting for him on her back. He did notice however that there was an article of clothing at the foot of the bed. A pair of freshly worn compression shorts. His eyes immediately focused on her hem of her dress, knowing what now lay bare under it.
“What about the dress?”
“What about it?” Was worth a shot. Though no one sane would complain about a little tawdry action with a beautiful woman in a sundress.
And so our hero climbed once more atop his girlfriend, continuing his noble, and in no way selfish, quest to educate her on the joys of sex. Upon reaching his destination he leaned down and they continued the lesson on making out.
Her hands returned to his torso as they stole kisses from one another, occasionally separating for air. Over the following minute he could feel her restlessness growing. She was the only one doing the touching, as both of his hands were occupied maintaining his position above her. Her hands poked and prodded all over him, trying to tempt him to return the favor. She moaned louder and more needy between their kisses, urging him on. He even heard the low rumbling of thunder as she got more and more worked up. He’d forgotten she did that.
But he maintained course and kept making out with her, taking more than a little pleasure in watching her squirm. Fed up with waiting, Lai Chan tried the same move she’d done earlier, attempting to switch positions. He was expecting it though, and shifted his weight accordingly.
The look on her face that followed was both the cutest and most frightening thing he’d ever seen. And it made him all the more erect. A brief moment of bewilderment passed over her face before immediately being replaced with a concoction of sexual frustration, anger, and competitiveness.
The first attempt had been sort of playful and flirty. The next was as serious as if she were in a real match. Feeling much like their sparring sessions, he was helpless to resist as she maneuvered his body to her pleasing. She rested her weight on his thighs, towering over him as she leaned down. A low growl escaped her throat accompanied by a soft rumbling of thunder. A warning. A sexy, blood freezing, boner inducing warning.
HR had taken notice of her acclimation to sexual acts. The more experience she got, the more confident she got, which is natural. But the more confident she got, the more aggressive she got. An idea that he had a healthy amount of fear for and an equal amount of anticipation to see just how aggressive she would become.
Her eyes left his and shot down between them as her hands began fumbling for his fly, eventually undoing it and fishing out his cock. She wasted no time, spitting into one hand and beginning to jerk him off at a frankly uncomfortable speed.
What sort of partner, sparing or otherwise, would he be if he didn’t put up more of a fight? If she wanted to be touched, touched she would be. Resisting the pleasure she was providing him, he reached up and cupped her breasts.
The effects were immediate. It seemed her desperation to be touched was not without warrant. Her hand, as well as the rest of her, faltered as a result of a simple squeeze as he pressed his fingers into her ample boob flesh. Using this chance he toppled her, using just a bit too much force in his hips. But who would blame him? He knew what she was capable of and she had just proven that the sparring switch had been flipped. Instead of a reversal, they simply laid side by side with one another.
Before she could respond and do anything she wanted with him, he gave her a deep kiss, reminding her body that the sex was much more important than winning the imaginary spar. Now side by side, he had access to more of her body, indulging her and his own needs by squeezing and groping everywhere he knew she liked. Her breast, her hips, her ass, that little spot right between her shoulder blade and her nape. Everywhere he touched had a bigger effect than the last, her moans growing louder as she grew needier.
He had been planning to distract her with all of this before sneaking a hand up her dress but, like always, she was full of surprises as she grabbed one of his hands and shoved it up and under the hem of the dress.
He immediately felt the humidity between her legs, which was justified as soon as she pressed his hand against her. She was soaked, a good portion of her juices slathered along her inner thighs and plenty more where that came from was slowly dripping from her folds. Once his hand arrived at its destination, her hand exited the dress to return to clutching his shirt.
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