Call it a night.

"No. As fun as that might be, it will be that much sweeter for waiting." Cindi looks disappointed but also oddly excited by the prospect of a partner that has twice turned her down. You wonder if you'll survive a third 'no', and make a mental note not to push your luck tonight, lest the amazon pin you down and **** the cum right out of you. Cindi gets her sly smile back as she reads your own desire and discomfort on your fetchingly flushed face, and she takes your hand and follows you down the dinosaur, through the increasingly eerie path as dark settles in around you, and past the slumbering security guard through the front gate.

You idly chat on the way to the car, mile a minute minutiae as if making up for the satisfying silence you shared for hours. You continue talking about everything and nothing as she drives you back home, enjoying the occasional claws of her catty comments when you get too nerdy even for her and pleasantly surprising her with some snappy rejoinders of your own. When you finally reach your house, Cindi asks shyly, "So...do you have anything planned for tomorrow?", suddenly not as certain of her stranglehold on you.

You don't exactly hate her waiting with baited breath for your response, but the honest answer is, "I don't have anything planned for the rest of my life. That said, I think I should reach an understanding with Emma tonight before I call you tomorrow." Cindi offers a strained smile. You promised each other honesty, but right now, both of you would rather play pretend for a little longer. However, it's the pain of the process that makes the perfect moments possible, and you share, "But I don't have a single doubt that I want to spend as much of my future as possible discovering everything about the fascinating creature before me."

You pull Cindi into a kiss that is considerably more chaste than your first, but no less passionate. Your lips crush against each others like you want it to hurt, and you guess you do. You reach down and slide your fingers around hers and clasp tight, then tighter. She squeezes back until you both have to break the kiss, gasping in pleasured pain, a strand of spit still connecting your lips with a fragile bond. You lick your lips, but Cindi is too quick and she gets the prize while you catch the tip of her tongue, sending tantalizing tingles down your spine. You stare in each others eyes for a long, longing moment.

"Okay, you take your time. But not TOO much time. As hot as it is too hear you tell me no, one of these days soon, I won't be able to resist **** you." Cindi smiles sweetly and it takes everything in you not to tell her no over and over until she takes you on the front lawn. Instead you shyly smile and make your way back to your house, hoping you can avoid Emma until you can relieve yourself of the pent up pressure that's practically backed up to your eyeballs.