Uncertainty

“Maybe,” she murmured into his chest. “I don’t know now. I just want to stay here in your arms for now.”

In for a penny, in for a pound, Francis frowned, looking down upon the dark brown curls of the girl leaning against him, a soft, dreamy smile playing across her lips. His hands twitched against the smooth, satin blouse, slowly sliding down as they pressed against Jenny’s back.

“Mmmm,” she purred softly, pulling herself tighter against Francis, pushing her bosom into his chest. “Don’t stop. Please.”

Rolling his eyes at the drop-down ceiling with a smirk, the young man gently stroked her firm back, his hands drifting lower and lower to the black waistline of her mini-skirt. He paused, suddenly unsure of himself.

“Aren’t you going to feel me up?” she asked playfully, looking up into his blinking green eyes. “Isn’t that what all men do when holding a woman in their arms?”

Francis gaped at the blue-eyed woman in surprise. What was with this girl?

“C’mon,” she said brazenly. “I’m your ****, remember? You can do what you want to me, right?”

“I guess I could, couldn’t I?” the young man said. “I could ravage you any time and place I wanted.”

“True,” she nodded, blinking up at his face.

“I could order you out into the mall naked, begging to be screwed by any man or woman of any age, no matter the consequences.”

“Well, yes…”

“I could tell you to work a street corner non-stop, bending over for nickels and pennies, a never-ending parade of fucks and sucks.”

“Hmm,” she frowned worriedly, pressing her thighs together.

“But do you really want that?” Francis softly asked her, his fingers tracing circles against the taut fabric of her skirt.

“Not really,” she choked. “But I’m your **** now. I have to do as you tell me. So you command, so shall I obey.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way,” Francis smiled warmly at the brown-haired woman. “This is a first for me as well. After all, you are still a human being. I couldn’t really have you do such nasty and degrading things. Not yet anyway. I’m not in the mood to share you.”

“Give it time,” Jenny barked a laugh. “I grate on everyone in time, even my, well, ex-fiancé. You’ll throw me out eventually.”

“We’ll see,” Francis said. “Until then, it’s you and me. Maybe your sister as well. Perhaps even Laurie Dhue.”

“Laurie Dhu?” she gasped. “The Fox News anchorwoman? Why? How?”

“To be honest, she gave me her hotel and room number earlier.”

“Oh? And why would she do that?”

“She had a little help.”

“From what? Whatever you used on me?”

“Yes,” he answered matter-of-factly. “I was acting on impulse at the moment. Schemes of **** and what-not.”

“Oh.” Jenny looked up, searching his dark green eyes. “Was I an act of impulse?”

“In the beginning,” Francis admitted. “You were bent over, picking up your parcels and I couldn’t see a panty line.”

“I think your still acting on impulse,” she said, her eyes twinkling merrily. “After all I did agree to be your **** and suck your cock.”

“True,” he nodded. “But I think the hormones are calming down now.”

“Not from what I can feel,” she laughed, thrusting her hips against his.

“Well,” Francis grunted. “We don’t have to take care of that now. It may have a mind of it’s own, but I can control myself.”

“Most of the time,” Jenny giggled.

“Most of the time,” he grinned. “Now unless you want to do something about it now, and that hard floor does not look that inviting, we could walk out that door hand-in-hand and enjoy the rest of the day together.”

“I kind of like that.”

“The hard floor?”

“No, silly,” she softly fisted his ribs. “Spending the day together. No one has ever really done that with me.”

“Not even your mother?”

“Never had a chance to,” Jenny sniffled, a sudden tear leaking from her eye. “She died shortly after I was born.”

“Well,” Francis said softly. “Let’s not waste the day standing here then. We can talk as we walk and shop. We have so much to learn about each other.”

“Yes, we do,” the brunette smiled, releasing her hold on him.

“Shall we then?” he offered his arm.

“Yes, let’s,” she said, hooking her arm around his.