Foreplay

I was lost in the moment. Good food, amazing atmosphere, and most importantly, a beautiful and smiling woman across from me. It was everything I imagined a date would be—coming with the realization that this was actually the first date I had ever been on. I had a great time and it seemed Emma was having fun too. We talked about everything from school, to plans after school, future hopes and dreams. She seemed interested in my desire to follow in my father’s footsteps. I don’t think I was as ambitious as he was, wanting a far better work and life balance than he had. That said, I was far more confident in myself—especially in the social areas—since meeting Emma. The idea of managing people wasn’t the daunting wall it once was.

Emma was much more uncertain of her future. She was looking at community colleges first, hoping to find something that pulled at her while doing general courses. From there, she planned to finish at a four-year college somewhere.

I expected Emma to throw in some jabs now and again—she certainly had plenty of opportunity. They never came though. On some level, it caused me to worry. Was she faking this? Putting on what she believed would be the ‘perfect’ girlfriend for our date?

The more I thought about it, the sooner I pushed it from my mind. It was paranoia and had no place in this. We were enjoying our time together, and that was the important thing.

“Oh, man, that was some of the best food I’ve ever had,” she said, patting her stomach as I got into the driver's seat. She looked over. “Thank you for taking me here. Never would have been here otherwise. A bit out of my price range.”

I blushed at the gratitude. “Glad you enjoyed it.”

“What do you have planned next?”

My face grew hotter. “Um… Well…” Her eyebrow went up as she watched me trip over myself. “My parents are actually out tonight…”

“Oh my,” she said softly. My leg went stiff when her hand rested atop it. “That sounds… dangerous.”

“I—I didn’t mean it like that. I know you—Well—That is—I was hoping—”

“Hoping for what?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

It was hot. Why was it so damn hot? It was her. Eyes running over her, I paused at her chest. Was it just me, or was there more cleavage there before? That made no sense. It was the same dress. Looking up, I knew she had caught me looking.

Her voice had taken a seductive tone, hand slowly running up my leg. “Hope that taking me to a fancy restaurant would get me to spread my legs for you?”

My heart hammered against my chest. “N-no.”

There was a fire in her eyes, a hand running along my inner thigh. Ho, god. It was so close, yet never there. “Is that how you see me, Isaac? Like some slut who spreads her legs because a guy was nice to her?” I groaned as her hand came way too close to my growing erection. “Is that why you asked me out tonight? All this was just some ploy to fuck me?”

“No!” I gasped.

“So you don’t want to fuck me?” She looked hurt. “But I’m your girlfriend.”

“Emma, I—”

She withdrew her hand, settling back into her seat. I whimpered. Actually whimpered. She had done that just long enough to get me hard. Now I was stuck aroused with no relief in sight. Even without her touch or seductive words, my heart was pounding blood through me and the echoes of her teasing still bounced around inside me.

“Why don’t we head back to your place?” Her voice was strange in the context of everything. Normal, the playful nature completely gone. The more concerning thing was that she wasn’t looking at me, instead focusing out the window. “We can continue things there.”

“Are you okay?” I asked softly. The shift was so abrupt that I was frightened something had happened.

“Fine. I just… Need a minute, okay? We can talk at your house.”

I didn’t say anything more. Starting the car, I put it into drive and headed home.