Page 13 of Summer Waves

“You sound like a woman and nothing else, Bethany. Okay?” I assured her.

Slutwas the last word I’d associate with Bethany. We barely knew each other, but I knew from the moment we held a conversation that she wasn’t that type of woman. I knew she was selective with who she slept with and didn’t just hop in bed with anybody.

“Okay,” she whispered. Her eyes were full of doubt.

“You’ll learn to trust my words. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“No. You’d just hide behind an island.” She busted out laughing. A full gut-busting laugh. “I’m sorry,” she said, trying to contain her laughter. Her laughter was contagious and I soon found myself laughing.

“In my defense, I was trying to be a gentleman,” I continued to laugh.

“I appreciate that.” She looked up at me and smiled. “And, in all fairness, if I was a guy, I’d be standing behind the island, too. But thankfully, I’m a woman and you can’t see if I’m…” Her words drifted and her cheeks pinkened.

“Horny? Is that the word you’re looking for?” I grinned. Bethany playfully hit my arm.

“Yes. HORNY,” she shouted. “That was the word I was looking for.”

“See. Was that sohardto say?”

Bethany rolled her eyes and laughed.

“It was definitelyhard,” she nodded. “Very hard.”

Each time she saidhardmy cock became harder and harder. Her voice was seductive and luring. It was taking everything inside me to not push her against the wall and kiss her like there was no tomorrow. I needed Bethany like I needed air.

“Bethany,” I whispered. “We should probably go on our date.”

“We can always go on our date afterward. If you wanted to,” she said shyly. I looked down at her and she looked away from me. I lifted her chin with my fingers.

“Do you want me to take you to bed?” I asked. She closed her eyes and nodded.

“Yes,” she said quietly and opened her eyes. “And then, if you still want to, we can go out on our date. If you want–”

I kissed her swiftly.

“Iwantto go out on our date soafterwe…” I racked my mind for an appropriate, non-vulgar word to say sex. The word fuck kept coming to mind. “Afterwards, we’ll get ready and go out. How does that sound?”

“Sounds like you should probably get rid of your clothes,” she smirked and then grabbed my hand. “This way.”

I followed behind her as she led me down a short hallway and into a large room. She flipped on a light illuminating a bedroom that had the curtain closed.

There was a king-size bed on the far side of the room with a black and maroon comforter along with matching pillows. Black nightstands with lamps on them were on each side of the bed. A few feet from the door against the wall was a long black dresser with a mirror.

“Are you here to admire the interior or me?” Bethany giggled. I looked at her and grinned.

“Definitely you. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m only teasing. You’re more than welcome to look around. There isn’t much,” she let go of my hand. “I’m hardly home so I really don’t need decorations.”

“I completely understand how that is,” I chuckled. “All work and no play.”

“Until now,” she added, and then slipped her shirt up and over her head. She dropped it to the floor.

My eyes locked on her black lace bra, which had been hiding her perfect-sized breasts. Her breasts weren’t too big and weren’t too small.

“Are they… okay?” she asked quietly.

“More than okay, beautiful.” I walked over to her and kissed the top of each of her breasts. She gasped at each kiss. “They’re perfect.”

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