In for a penny

Deshawn and Rachel spend quite some time catching up and enjoying their evening. Not wanting to be rude or impose, you elect to solemnly wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. You reflect on your brief and tenuous conversation during dinner. "A little overcooked" may have been the only three words he said to you. Few more came from Rachel.

Without a comfortable living room, it doesn't take long for the pair to retreat from the kitchen table. You dutifully continue at the dishes, but watch they coyly head into the spare room where the couch (your new bed) lays in wait for them.

The two spend quite some time alone. After some distant giggling and a particularly stubborn bit of food stuck to a frying pan, Deshawn and Rachel finally return from their solitude. Without a word, Deshawn heads out the door, leaving you and Rachel alone at last.

"Thank you for dinner, Nick. Everything tonight was delicious." She reaches her hands around you and pulls you in for a passionate kiss. You feel her tongue push and swirl through your mouth. You match her pace and fall into her, surprised by the sudden passion. The moments fly by as you explore her mouth. It's silky and wet. Her breath is hot and quick. You taste the sweetness of her lipgloss, but as your salvias mix, hers has a saltier aroma.

You hang in Rachel's arms for a minute or so before she finally releases you. You think for a moment to make your move, maybe you can salvage the night after all.