With being sensitive!

Closet! Great idea! I dropped the book into my dirty clothes and covered it with some random piece. There. Safe from ever been seen by a woman by accident again. I let oh a sigh. Okay, that was one problem solved. But what about Chrissy. Fuck. Why did I ask her to come over? Like seriously? Reading the book was pretty awesome. I could have waited until tomorrow.

I know I wanted to show it to her but like, to break one of her rules. How to explain it to her? I didn’t have a gift for her. I couldn’t improvise something good enough for a gift either. And art and poetry wasn’t exactly my thing. Come on, fuck fuck.

I didn’t wanna lie to Chrissy, but telling her I was studying a sex book to spice up our sex life definitely sounded too close to a booty call to be a good idea. But maybe a half lie was okay? That was kind of what a white lie was, right? A pic of my family prompted the idea. And my adrenaline would help sell it.

I took a deep breath and walked out to the main area. As a sports sponsorship, I got a nice room, all to myself. I could smell the chicken in the air. A hint of beef as well. “Mixing the ramen?” I asked.

“Its good,” she said. “You can’t insult my cooking until you can cook.”

I laughed. “I don’t care about cooking.”

“Yeah, I know,” she teased as she put a steaming bowl in front of me and jumped back on the counter, sitting next to her own bowl. “So, what’s up?”

“I uhm. Well, its hard to say,” I scratched my head. “I didn’t have a reason in like a thing exactly.”

She rose an eyebrow. “Was this just a booty call?”

“No! Not like that, just. I was feeling emotional, and I wanted to see you,” I said. I looked away to try and help sell it. I mean, I was feeling strange today. It was only a half lie.

She hoped down. “Serious question, did someone die? Is it the anniver-”

“No no! Nothing like that,” I said. “Just, you said you wanted to be the one I could open myself to if I ever felt… emotional. Ya know? Should I have not interupted a girl day for that?”

She hugged me. “My baby! Aaaaw. Of course not. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to doubt you.”

I wrapped my hands around her and grabbed my wrists. I didn’t trust myself to not grab her ass. I had to tilt my body to just make sure my cock didn’t stab her and feel hard. Hmm. Her pants were wet. “Did you spill water while cooking.”

“Eep! I told you no insulting the cook!” she said as she pulled me in closer and squeezed my head into her breasts. Hmm. So… firm. Just perfect. Shit, I was gonna get a full hard on if she played this way. Unfair!

“Your so beautiful. Your breasts are,”

“...”

She moaned. “What about… Hmmm. I don’t know what has gotten into me tonight.”

“Me too, sorry. You cooked, we should eat. Before it gets cold,” I said.

She bit her lip. “Yes. Lets.”

We grabbed our bowls and ate. It was… an awkward kind of silence. The way her legs moved. Was she horny? But… she hadn’t touched the book? Or read from it? She should be fine. Wait, did what was on it on it, rub from me to her? Crap.

She stretched and yawned. “Wanna go to the bedroom?”

“That’s a good idea, but I think I should shower first.”

“Oh… that is a good idea. I’ll join you! I need to wash the ramen water off myself remember,” she said smiling.

Oh. Oh! So she was horny. Hehe. Well. Considering if I got any harder I may blow a hole in these shorts. I certainly wasn’t against. I smiled.