You do

"I don't know,"You reply, racking your brain without coming up with any good questions to ask Rachel, who observes you with a look as if she's expecting a few of those.

"I guess I should start with asking you if you've always had it," you finally say, after a few seconds more of silence.

"Yes, John, I didn't suddenly grow one when I turned thirteen or something," Rachel replies, grinning as she seizes the opportunity to be a little snarky.

"Why thirteen?"You ask, before you've had a chance to think about it.

"I don't know," Rachel sucks her bottom lip into her mouth for a moment, then shrugs her shoulders and meets your gaze again, "Because it's an unlucky number, I guess."

"Rachel,"You begin, but she cuts you off.

"I don't think there's any reason I should feel lucky about being a freak," she says.

"Rachel, come on,"you say, reaching out across the relatively small table and placing your hand on top of hers, squeezing it gently, "you're not a freak, okay?"

"I'm pretty sure I am, John," Rachel replies, "most girls don't have one, and I think that one fairly common definition of the word freak is possessing a piece of anatomy that other members of your gender don't have."

"Quit it Rachel. Most girls don't have your looks, smarts or personality either," you tell her. You could probably have thought of something smoother and more original if you'd thought about it longer, but instead you went for direct and earnest.

"You really think so?"Rachel asks you with a faint smile on her lips as she turns her hand underneath yours and gives it a squeeze back.

"Of course I do. I have ever since that night we first met," you tell her, then feel the corners of your mouth rising higher as you add "And besides, I barely even noticed it when I was fucking you from behind!"

"John!"Rachel cries out, in mocked outrage, flashing you a cheerful grin that lingers on.

"What?" You ask her, and now its your turn to shrug your shoulders.

"Oh, you're so not getting anything tonight if you keep coming up with comments like that," Rachel tells you, trying to sound stern and decisive but just barely managing to keep from giggling.

"Is that so?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Okay, so it probably isn't," Rachel grins, and you can see that her cheeks have gone a little flustered as you feel the edge of one of her shoe-clad feet start rubbing against your crotch.

"Rachel?"You say, in a tone of voice that suggest that you're changing the subject somewhat.

"Yeah?" Rachel replies, though her feet slowly retreats from your crotch, although that's only begun she's using it to trace the outline of your cock as it runs down the inside of her left thigh.

"You said 'most girls'. You ever met anyone else like you?" Your question makes Rachel stiffen up a bit, and her foot stops moving.

"Why?"

"I don't know, it's just,"

"You're thinking about Katie, aren't you?" Rachel says.

"Yep," you nod.

"I forget that you can be pretty damn smart when you're pretending to be all goofy and everything," Rachel smiles at you.

"'Crouching moron, hidden smartass,' that's me babe!" you reply, making Rachel snort before she shakes her head.

After a brief silence, you're about to steer the conversation back towards the subject of Katie when a look from Rachel makes you think otherwise. Recalling her words from before about them not parting under the best of circumstances, you figure that continuing to talk about it would probably ruin the mood.

"Anyway," you decide to take refuge in audacity, "any chance I can convince you to prance around in a string-bikini all day tomorrow?"

"Maybe!" Rachel replies, after she's finished giggling, "But only if you agree to wear even less than that!"

"Shouldn't be a problem. I'd just look silly in a teeny bikini," you reply, deadpan, making Rachel chuckle again.

"And now," you say to Rachel as you push back your chair and get on your feet, "the plan was to treat you to dinner and a movie."

"Sounds like a good plan," Rachel smiles at you as she gets up and accepts your free hand, both of you are carrying your wine glasses along with you, she then slips in under your arm and hugs your waist. Rubbing against your side, she reaches up and plants a peck of your cheek, before you turn your head towards her and meet her in a kiss that soon has your tongues darting against each other.

The kiss over, and both of you sporting warm, happy smiles, you move into the living room, with Rachel's right arm still wrapped round your waist while your left hand is slowly stroking her left shoulder.

When you reach the living room, Rachel slips away from you, snatches your wine glass out of your hand and advances towards the couch table. You could load the new DVD into the player, but instead you're distracted by Rachel leaning forwards over the low table to place the glasses upon it, and your lips curl into a smile as follow how the back of her short skirt rides further and further up over her asscheeks.

Sensing that you're ogling her, Rachel shakes her ass at you, making you inhale sharply whilst your whole body stiffens for a second or two.

"Hey" What are you looking at?" Rachel asks you with a playful smile as she straightens up and spins around.

"Oh, nothing," you reply with a smile to match that.

"Really?" Raising one eyebrow and widening her smile, Rachel begins sauntering towards you.

"Are you sure about that?" She asks you, as she locks her arms round your neck and presses her full tits against your chest. You have time enough to chuckle softly before her lips are mashed against yours and her tongue enters your mouth.

You kiss back with as much vigour as she, the two of you moaning and gasping whilst squirming in each others arms, with your hands travelling down Rachel's back. When your fingers brush against the top of her buttocks, her response is to remove her arms from around your neck, and she wiggles against you while reaching in behind her back grabbing hold of the hem of her skirt, tugging it upwards for your benefit.

While Rachel's hands move on to stroke your sides, you begin caressing the now exposed skin of her buttocks, teasing her ever so often by rubbing your fingers against the back of her panties.