Boundaries

She unlocked the door and opened it before inviting Ashton into her apartment, while ignoring the trepidation bubbling inside her stomach. He looked around curiously before smiling at her.

“Oh, your place looks nice! A lot neater than mine.”

“I cleaned up recently,” she shrugged, remembering what exactly she had cleaned from her apartment. She did not mention that detail.

“Oh, and there’s your balcony! I want to see the plants I helped carry!” He pointed at it, eyes lighting with excitement.

So they went out and she showed all her plants while telling which ones were flourishing and which ones were not, while he paid her compliments and listened intently. After that they came back in and she actually prepared some coffee while he sat on the couch and they traded idle conversation. The tentative, quiet talk that two people share when both have something in their mind. The foreplay before the foreplay, Hannah imagined.

Ashton looked at her and hesitated, she could see him mustering his courage for a brief moment, before he reached out for her cheek and brushed his fingers against it, while pulling her close. They glanced at each other briefly, their faces inches from each other, before they closed their eyes and kissed. It was a passionate kiss, more intimate and wet. They licked each other’s lips, their tongues teasingly rubbing against each other before they parted. Ashton looked flushed, but happy.

“Umm… Before we begin, can we establish some… Boundaries?” He asked. He winced slightly after saying the word ‘boundaries’, as if he had just let out a nasty word in a church.

“Sure…?” She braced herself for what would come next. If he was backing down at the last minute…

“I don’t want to go all the way today.” He blurted out. “Uhh… You know. Full… Sex. I think we can still do some fun stuff without going there yet, right?” He hesitated, a nervous grin flashing on his lips, before adding. “And also… I want to keep my shirt on. At all times.”

She took a moment to consider what he said. “So… Just your shirt?” She asked.

He nodded. “And, if possible… Nothing too crazy? I want to take things nice and slow… If possible?” He grabbed her hand and held it in his, before kissing it. Then he looked up at her, pleading with his eyes.

He did look cute, and the desire to make him happy conflicted within her with her other, more carnal desires.

{if Lust > 40}No, she had come too far to leave unfulfilled. One way or another, she would have him. It was high time she pushed his boundaries, at least an inch or so.{else}She felt calm enough to listen to him… But she wondered if this wasn’t a good moment to push his boundaries, at least an inch or so.{endif}