Denied Date Night

I was sitting at the table I reserved at the restaurant when Sandra walked in. She was wearing this dazzling red dress with the hem cut higher then I was used to seeing her in. Not that she looked slutty. Sandra had this strange way of making slutty look classy. I must have been gawking, because she realized how impressed I was.

"Keep your eyes in your head over there, tough guy."

We exchanged a playful grin, almost childish. The dinner flashed by very fast. We talked, we joked, we went over the past week. It was anything that might have been said back before she met Paige. For example, the fact that I'd been telling her not to cum every day for the past week didn't cum up once. It was like we were just dancing around the topic.

The first moment when it became apparent that something was up was when we were walking out of the restaurant. She walked right up to me, brushing the side of her breasts against my arm.

"You know, we could just skip the movie." She whispered softly.

"No no, I want to see it." I looked back, keeping control of myself. Somehow. I put up a dark little smile.

"Are you sure? Do you just not want your plans..." She leaned up close to my ear as she said it. I probably almost got a lipstick stain on my ear from it. "...frustrated?"

"I don't think so. I like a bit of frustration sometimes." I brushed her back into a more naturalistic position and hailed the taxi. All Sandra could really do was wiggle softly in place. I enjoyed that wiggle.

"You're a bastard." She mouthed inaudibly.

"I love you." I mouthed back.

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