“You haven’t had anal?” Nathan asked in disbelief and handing her a glass of Champaign.
“Yeah, but not with anything like that,” Joyce said still wincing in pain.
Even freshly fucked and sweaty, Joyce still looked beautiful to Nathan. “Joyce, I’m just going to come right out with it,” he said. “I want you.”
“I think you just had me,” Joyce tried to joke.
“No, I mean…” he tried to come up with the right words. “I want you and I to be a couple. Date, be together, go steady….what ever the term they call it. I want to see you everyday. I want to see you beautiful face to be the first thing I see in the morning, and the last thing I see when I go to bed. I want to take care of you in every possible way. I think about you all the time, wishing that you could be mine. Think about it. I’m sure there’ll be issues, but they don’t matter to me. I’ve been feeling this way from the moment I saw you. I know this is a bit much, but just think about it.”
“As sore as my ass feel, I don’t think I have a choice, but to think about you,” Joyce said but realizing that he was being really sincere. “Nathan, you haven’t seen but one side of me. After you get to know me better, you might have a change of mind.”
“I’m willing to take any chance to be with you,” he said. “What I know is how I felt from the moment I looked into those beautiful eyes and at that gorgeous face. There couldn’t be anything about you that I couldn’t adore.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure if I was you,” Joyce said. “I’ve been married a few times before, and they say they felt the same way that you do.”
“Their loss,” he responded.
Joyce smiled. “I’ll tell you what,” she said. “Let’s get cleaned up and something to eat before we say anything else about this.”
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