Just a kiss

Yeah. I needed more than two sandwiches.

I couldn't believe I had been sitting in her bushes like six hours by now. Was I really this ****? Was I really this sad? At which point would I give up and come up with another plan?

The only edge I had on Lana right now was her trait. Her competitiveness. Was I able to use that in a smart way? What if I sent her a message that said something like "heard you were sick. Can't believe you're letting a virus defeat you"? Would that even have an effect, since she obviously wasn't sick? What if the message was more like "didn't know you were so weak that you can't face me again"? She would probably at least answer me back. But she would remain pissed off. And I didn't think I could make inroads when she was this pissed off.

And it's not like it was with Gretchen. I have no **** material. Sure I have the panty-video, but that's not ****. There was nothing truly embarrasing there. And if I tried that, I'm sure-

My exessive thinking was finally got cut off by the sound of her front door. There she was. Actually taking steps into the outside world. All was not lost.

I was stalking behind her for the next fifteen minutes. Maybe I was getting the hang of this. At least nobody had caught me yet. And I actually used skills that I learned by stalking Gretchen. Staying just the right amount behind, finding nice corners, etc. I had a sneaking suspicion that this wasn't going to be my last stalking mission anyways, so all the better if I upgraded my skills along the way. Nice bonus to my CV.

Then she stepped inside a coffee shop. Still couldn't live without her daily macchiato, huh? Fine. This was going to be our place of confrontation. She wouldn't run or cause a scene in a crowded place like this.

I stepped into the store as well. She soon got her coffee from the clerk, she noticed me. And was shocked, of course.

"Lana. We really need to talk about the other night."

"What the fuck Jack? Are you stalking me now?"

"Lana, listen. I know it was a new experience for you. And maybe you're scared. Let's sit down and talk."

She turned her head towards a couple of empty tables. She was considering it.

"Come on. Are you really that afraid? What do you think I can do in this crowd of people?"

"No, I'm not scared of you. I'm considering if you actually deserve a chance to speak. But fine. Let's get this over with."

So we sat down at a table. Sure she seemed angry, but not as confident as I remembered. She could hold my stare for only a few seconds before her eyes were looking everywhere else.

I decided to start off light.

"How's your banger of an article coming up?"

"Very nicely. If you planned to distract me, you failed. It's going to be a fucking masterpiece."

That I was very happy to hear.

"I'm happy that I didn't cause for your work to suffer, Lana."

"...Yeah, well, you didn't."

"So... Let's just get into this. I thought we had fun the other night?"

She went silent for a little while. And her cheeks turned a little redder.

"I don't want to give you the wrong impression. It was... fun. Maybe. But just that one night. I don't like giving my power away. Never have. And I really don't like how you made me do that."

"Wait... You really don't like how I made you have fun?"

"No! And it's not just that! It's something weird. Like right now. There's a weird energy between us."

"Oh. Is there?" I said, as I started to caress her hand. She let it go on for just a little too long, before she pulled it away.

"...Yeah. Like. I don't know. It's like our whole relationship changed in one night. I mean obviously it did, but more than that. You've always been that nice guy that I can push around a little bit. And I enjoyed that chemistry. And I started liking you because of it. But now... I feel like I can't do that anymore, for some reason."

Really? I took away her enjoyment of pushing me around? Man. This bitch truly was as arrogant as they come.

"You want to know why that is, don't you, Lana?"

"...Why?"

"You do like giving your power away. It just has to be the right guy."

Her face got redder again. She drank from her coffee, trying to hide it.

"You need to explore this side of you Lana, otherwise you will be an incomplete person."

"I don't know..."

"Tell you what. We'll have a movie night tomorrow. At your place. And we'll see how things go when we aren't drunk. Okay?"

"Jack... I don't know how I feel about being alone with you."

"Don't worry. I'll fix that. Just say yes."

Small silence.

"...Yes." (LANA: +4SP) (+15SP)

"Great. Tomorrow then."

I got up from the table. She instictively followed my lead, and got up as well. We had an intense stare.

"Go ahead. Give me a kiss. You know you want to."

Lana rolled her eyes at that one. But she was also still struggling with her emotions. Finally she smiled, and decided to give me a small smooch on the cheek. (LANA: +1SP) (+16SP) It wasn't much. Maybe a good place to finally check her competitiveness?

"Come on. I've had better than that."

That phrase really got her going. I could see a new look of determination on her face. She looked around the coffee shop, just to see that too many people weren't staring at us. Then she took a real, sultry step towards me, but her hands around my neck, and just stared into my eyes for a while. She opened her mouth just a little bit, and breathed hot air into my open mouth. Then the lips closed in. And she went in hard.

It was really sloppy, powerful kiss. Her tongue was playing with mine like they were in a carnival. It wasn't a quiet one either, she was releasing little soft moans here and there. I think she was even bending one of her legs in a 90 degree angle, like they did in old movies.

I think I got in a small squeeze of her ass, but to tell you the truth, I was so overwhelmed that I don't remember. When she finally let go, after what felt like an eternity, the entire coffeshop was staring at us. Lipstick was covering my entire mouth. And she smiled coyfully. (LANA: +5SP) (+21SP)

"That one any better?", she asked while holding her little finger on her lips.

I nodded my head. I had trouble speaking.

She smiled kittenishly and turned around, walking out of the coffee shop, swaying her sexy ass with every step.

I just stood there for a minute. Little by little people returned to their coffees, with some chuckles mixed in.

Dear God, this competitiveness trait was more powerful than I could have imagined.