Danger... it's a trap

"This was a nice date," he tried when they reached her pickup. "Thanks for inviting me even if the invitation itself was a little unorthodox."

"Yeah, you can thank your sister for that, I guess. Still, if she hadn't butted in, I guess it wouldn't have happened at all so don't be too rough on her."

"My sister gets vicarious pleasure out of my sexual conquests, limited though they may be. But I hope the date would have happened without her. I wasn't planning on giving up on you."

He was pretty sure Ophelia blushed although it was hard to tell with her dark coloration. "Listen to you go on."

It took a few grinds before her truck started but, once she had it running she headed back up to the Hill.

"I'm thinking maybe dinner somewhere for our next date," Matt said. "There's a cute Italian place on PV Drive North. Where you let me out the other day."

"You think I pay attention to where I let you out, kid?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you do."

"Okay, maybe." She laughed.

They chatted about not much at all until she pulled into his driveway (he'd given her a few directions once they got to the bus stop).

"Thanks for the date," he said. "Uh, there is one thing."

She sighed. "Let me guess. You're going to go for a kiss and feel up my tits."

He laughed. "I was going to save the tits for the second date but if you insist--"

"Just a little. You've got one minute."

"Really?"

"Fifty seconds."

He kissed her.

For a couple of seconds he thought she was going to keep her mouth closed but then she met his tongue with hers and grabbed his shoulders with her strong hands, pulling him to her.

Had she meant fifty seconds for kissing or fifty seconds for kissing and tit-grabbing. There was, he realized, only one way to find out.

He grabbed, gently, though. This was definitely time to remember his sister's instructions on boob-handling. Touch once, back off, go for the top, ease off the bra.

He had just gotten to the 'ease off the bra' part when Ophelia pulled away.

"Nice kiss, kid."

"It's Matt."

"You saying I can't call you kid?"

"Uh, no. Call me whatever you want."

"Got to go. Have to work this afternoon."

"You have another job?"

"Yeah, work with my cousins doing repossession?"

"Really?"

"What, you think I'm not tough enough?"

"No, I'm sure you're plenty tough."

"I mostly drive the getaway. Anyway, you didn't ask me whether I'd do your streaming. You think a black girl isn't good enough for your lilly-white show?"

"Actually it's not lilly-white. I have a couple of Asian girls interested."

"Oh, yeah. The yellow white people."

"That's not very nice. But anyway, I planned to ask you but thought I might be jumping the gun. Would you be interested? I mean, you could do a solo show if you didn't want to have to put up with me."

"I'm pretty busy."

"No problem."

"I didn't say no. I just said I was busy."

"Either way. The important thing is that second date."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll give you my phone number. You can call me sometime and I'll think about it."

"Great." He added her number to the photo he'd taken of her... and noticed she was looking.

"Thought that photo was for your sister. And I didn't know you'd gotten so much cleavage in the shot."

"Uh, I sort of exaggerated about my sister."

"Yeah, I figured. Still, nice shot. I look pretty hot there."

"Ophelia."

"Yeah?"

"You look pretty hot everywhere."

"Get out of the truck, kid." But she was laughing.