Page 134 of Twisted Legacy

“There. Good. We’re even. Now get out.”

While we’ve been talking, his hands have been creeping up my body. He’s now playing with my tits. My nipples pebble against his palms. “I can’t leave until I’ve thanked you.”

“We’ve already discussed this.”

“The coffee is because you asked. My thanks will make you feel as good as you made me feel. I’m not leaving until you’ve cum for me. How does that sound?”

I mull that over. I’m feeling a little horny from earlier. “Sounds good. Since you woke me up, it’ll be hard to get back to sleep. An orgasm might help.”

I lay on my back, linking my arms behind my head, mindful that he has to work himself up into being okay with my touch. I’m actually kind of surprised he let me lean against him on the couch earlier.

He climbs onto the bed next to me and stares at my face. “I liked watching tv earlier.”

“You barely paid attention. You were reading a book.”

“I know, but I liked the company. And since Finn had you to talk to about the movie, he didn’t try to get me involved.”

“Yeah. Finn and I like action flicks. We had a fun movie thing hanging in the beginning, and he surprised me with tickets to Graffiti Warehouse once, but that was before things went to shit.”

“You and Finn were dating?”

“Not dating. We were just at some of the same places at the same time and hung out.”

“For Finn, that’s considered dating.”

Curiosity that I shouldn’t be feeling has me asking, “And what would you call dating?”

He lays his head next to mine on the pillow. “I don’t know. I never actually thought about it. My parents will pick my future wife, so when they find someone for me to court, we’ll go to dinners and things like that. Probably a few parties here on campus. I don’t know, the usual stuff other people do.”

He lists each one like an item he has to check off. “I’m not asking about the stuff other people do. I’m asking what you would do on a date you took the time to plan.”

“I’d take her to work in a community garden for the day. Pick some veggies and then come back and cook. Or go on a hike and have a picnic and read a book. Go to a tech convention, or a yoga retreat.”

“That sounds like fun.”

He dismisses my comment. “Sure it does.”

I roll onto my side. “No, I’m being serious, Holden. I would have so much fun at a tech convention, looking at all the gadgets from the security vendors. Or even hiking and putting my hands in the dirt. Or going to visit an excavation site or museum exhibit with one of those fake digs that kids get to play in.”

“I understand your interest in the museum and hiking, because you want to be an archaeologist, but why a tech convention?”

“My best friend Sasha is into technology and gizmos. We went to a few conventions in Vegas and we had fun.”

We had even more fun using the stuff we brought to do some other things we got paid to do. When I moved here. I left my gadgets with Sasha, and that part of my life behind.

“We’ll go to a convention in LA.”

“You assume I’d want to go with you.”

“We both agreed it would be a fun, so my assumption is correct.”

Rolling my eyes, I say, “You can try asking me, you know.”

“Asking you to go with me makes it a date and comes with pressure and expectations. If I have an extra ticket and give it to you, it’s us hanging out, and we’ll have more fun.”

I don’t hate the idea. It’s the type of suggestion I would have offered if he’d have asked me out.

“Why don’t you talk to people?”

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