Page 62 of Renegade

The swing creaked as Lauren stood up suddenly. She swayed as she regained her balance.

I frowned. “You going somewhere?”

She drained her wine glass and then carefully set it down on the porch before coming back over to stand in front of me. She gave me a small grin and then surprised the hell out of me by placing a knee on either side of my legs, straddling me.

“Hi,” she breathed before brushing her lips against mine. “Is this nice?”

Nice?It was fucking exhilarating. I never expected to get this far on my first night with a five-dater.

I closed my eyes and nodded, trying to get my body under control. She pressed her lips to mine again, this time with more firmness, as her hips rocked against my body.

“And this?” She whispered again.

I nodded again, afraid to speak and break the spell she was most certainly under.

The air was filled with the sound of cicadas and our heavy breathing. At some point the sun had set, leaving us alone in twilight.

She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth and I groaned, conflicted. I wrestled with wanting to lift up that pretty dress and force her down onto my cock and respecting the fact that she was a five-dater.

I could taste the red wine on her lips and smell her scent in the air.

I was so screwed.

Lauren sat back and rubbed at her swollen lips before deftly unfastening the red microscopic buttons on her dress. She stopped just as she got to the top of her strapless bra and asked, “Is this nice?”

I nodded shakily as she slipped the strap down on one side and then the other until the dress fell around her waist. She took my hand and brought it up to rest against her tits.

“What about this?”

She was fucking with me—that had to be what this was. She wanted me to agree to all of it and then it’d somehow prove that I wasn’t long-term material.

She wouldn’t have been wrong though.

I dropped my hand back down and she gave me a puzzled look. “We don’t have to do this, Lauren. We can go inside and watch a movie or—”

She rocked against me again. “Is that what you want? To watch a movie?”

I exhaled loudly. “No. I just want to get to know you.”

She grinned. “That’s what we’re doing, silly. We’re just getting to know each other.”

Then she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, letting it fall onto the porch. “It’s a good thing you don’t have neighbors,” she giggled as she leaned in to kiss me again.

Lauren may have been a tiny little thing, butgoddamn, did she make up for it with her breasts. My hand was halfway up before the bra hit the porch, ready to cop a feel. I was betting she was a C... maybe a D.

Pale pink nipples hardened due to the slight evening breeze and my hands ached to cup them. I needed to stay focused on the task at hand. I was going to pass her little test until date five. By date five, you could bet your ass I was going to be motorboating the hell out of them.

Her mouth and tits were pressed up against me, making my brain go haywire. I had zero experience with five-daters, but I was fairly certain that they didn’t do that on a first date.

Maybe she was a one-dater?

Only one way to find out. I was going to get my life back in order sooner than I thought if this worked. “Can I take you upstairs?”

She nodded and dropped her head on my shoulder. Instead of waiting for her to move, I just stood up, carrying her in my arms through the front door and up the stairs with her dress bunched up around her waist and a pair of fantastic tits smashed against my chest.

I gently laid her down on my king-sized bed and she shimmied the rest of the way out of her dress before kicking it off the side.

I paused with my hand on my jeans. “You’re not drunk, right?”

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