For Daphne

“I may not have been completely truthful earlier,” you say.

“Why is that?” Daphne asks.

“Well, I… how to put it delicately…”

You’re suddenly acutely aware of your Japanese captain’s soft brown eyes on you, the dim mood lighting, the way her chest rises and falls with breaths that might be anticipation, and you decide to let the wine do the talking.

“I find you deeply attractive, Daphne,” you say. “You’re smart, you’re quick, you’re beautiful…”

The look of shock on her face quickly fades to one of slight amusement.

“What is the lie, then?” she asks.

“I said you were in great shape earlier,” you say. “That was wrong. You’re in perfect shape, and it would be a damn shame to let Nicole’s suggestion remain only that.”

Daphne smiles, shaking her head slowly.

“Nicole was not wrong earlier,” she says. “You are a sweet talker.”

The next thing you know, you’ve pulled Daphne into your lap, and your lips meet. The first thing you feel is the heat of her mouth against yours. It’s a tentative brush of your lips against hers. You squeeze her fit ass, feeling her moan slightly against you. Then, it’s the taste of her tongue against yours. She is so extraordinarily, ridiculously sweet, it’s unbelievable. Of course. You were just eating pie.

“Mmm… maybe I was wrong earlier,” Daphne says, smiling coyly.

“Sometimes it’s good when it’s sweet,” you say, and she nods, the two of you going in for seconds.

This time, there’s no hesitation. The kiss is instantly all tongue, mouth pressed against mouth, and you cannot get enough of her. You squeeze her ass again, loving how firm she is, and the way that she subtly grinds against you, raising the interest of the little guy down there. You’re hungry for more, thinking about slipping your hand under her shirt, when you hear somebody clear their throat.

“Ahem, I told the two of you to finish up before I got back,” Nicole says, and you and Daphne separate so abruptly it’s like a bomb’s gone off.

Daphne’s red in the face as she takes her seat again, fixing up her dress.

“Sorry, we um… lost track of the time,” you say.

“I knew something was up between the two of you,” Nicole laughs.

“I am so sorry, Nicole, I do not know what came over me,” Daphne says, pressing her hands together. “Please, forgive us.”

“Oh come on, getting to gloat like this is reward enough,” Nicole smiles. “Why didn’t you tell me about your new boy toy, Daphne? You’re supposed to tell me things like this. Especially when he’s so cute!”

You start to go red in embarrassment too, sharing a glance with Daphne.

“He is not… we are not…”

“Still trying to deny it! Incredible,” Nicole laughs, shaking her head. “Okay. I’ll let it drop for now, but you better give me the deets later.”

“There will be no such thing,” Daphne says, crossing her arms.

“You come to my house, eat this pasta that I poured my sweat into, drink the wine of my blood, and this is how you repay me? How cruel,” Nicole says, putting a hand to her forehead. This girl has a flair for the dramatic, you think.

“Okay, fine, you will get what you want later, but we should really talk about something else now,” Daphne says, draining the rest of her wine a little too quickly.

“Yes!” Nicole says, pumping her fist and giving the two of you one last smirk. “Okay. Back to Alex and his music. I want to hear more. Tell me what you’ve been working on lately…”

Daphne +15