Page 32 of Steve's Barmaid
“So these men just wanted sex, not a relationship?” I asked, unable to keep the disgust out of my voice.
“Pretty much.” She shrugged.
“And you wanted a relationship?”
“Not always, but a lot of the time. I would hope for something more, but I would just get ghosted.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Ghosted?”
“The people I was seeing would just disappear. I’d never hear from them again,” she said, stroking a strand of hair behind my ear, “I guess it would be hard for you to ghost me, but I could wake up and find out that you all decided to head back to your tribe in secret.” She smiled sadly.
I didn’t know how to explain to Billie that she would have the opposite problem with me. After one date, I was already worried about falling too fast. I would neverghosther. I never wanted to let her out of my sight. I entertained a brief fantasy of kicking Reykr out of our shared room, just so Billie and I could fall asleep in each other’s arms. Reykr could share with the other two, instead.
But based on what Billie had explained to me, I didn’t think asking to move in with someone on a first date was normal, so I would have to assure her without overwhelming her.
“I definitely want to go on another date. And another. And another.” I couldn’t help it. It just slipped out.
Billie laughed and pulled me in for a kiss. She tasted of my cum, and somehow, this made me even harder.
“I have no hesitation. I will go on as many dates as you want. But we should stop here for the night. I want to be able to sneak back into my room before anyone notices I am not in the showers.”
She climbed off my lap and began putting her breast contraption and tunic back on, and I was sad the moment she covered up her glorious chest. I never wanted her to wear a tunic again.
“We need to get back,” she said. “You’re still okay with keeping it quiet so we don’t have the entire tribe watching us?” she fidgeted with her tunic.
I dragged my fingers through my hair. “Yeah, I don’t want any of the guys asking me about this yet.” I wasn’t sure I was ready to tell anyone, even Reykr.
“You go and head back to your room. I’ll wait a few minutes before I head to mine.” I sighed at the thought of her leaving. “When can we go on a date again?” I needed to know before I let her leave.
“Are you free tomorrow night?” she teased, knowing I was free every night.
“Yes, of course.”
“I’ll think of something fun,” she said before giving me one last kiss and heading back toward the village.
I didn’t know what she had in mind, but I hoped it would set me on fire like tonight had. I felt more radiant than the mushrooms, glowing brighter than the moon. I couldn’t wait to get even closer to her.
And if that involved even fewer clothes, well, I’d be thrilled.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
BILLIE
Iwas practically buzzing as I headed back to my room. The sun was fully set and I could slink in, unnoticed. Laying back on my bed, I replayed the events of thedatein my head. Though it was technically a date, we didn’t even get through our dinner before we started groping each other. It felt good to kiss Steve. Really good. While the last few weeks of getting to know him had been agonizing at times, when all I wanted to do was jump his bones, it would be worth the wait. At least, that’s what I was telling myself.
I laid down on my bed and thought of Steve’s lips on my neck and chest. I knew going further on our first date wasn’t a good idea. We both wanted this to be more than a casual hook-up, but now I was wound up like a top. I loved a good blow job, and giving Steve his first one was terrific. Even his cum tasted good. I couldn’t get the image of his astonished face when I wrapped my lips around his cock out of my mind. I smirked at the knowledge that I would forever be his first, in hopefullymany things. His lack of experience made everything feel like a new and surprising adventure. The knowledge that I would get to be there for all of these new experiences caused me to feel warm down to my toes. I couldn’t wait to show him everything we could do to make each other feel good.
As Steve’s every touch, lick, and kiss whirred around in my brain. I propped myself up on my pillows, and I slid my hand down the waist of my pants, yanking my bra under my tunic and giving myself access to my nipples. I dragged my fingers through my folds and was unsurprised to find myself swollen and soaking. It had taken all of my willpower not to strip off my pants and ride Steve’s cock while we were in the woods. I stroked my slit up and down, wetting my fingers before I brought them to circle my clit. I massaged my tits and pinched my hardened nipples. Steve had gotten me so heated I was going to come hard and fast. I switched to circling my clit with my thumb so I could dip two fingers inside, pumping in and out.
I whined in frustration that my fingers were no comparison to a cock, let alone a giant orc cock with extra bells and whistles. I continued to pump my fingers while adding more pressure to my clit. I tugged and pinched my stiff nipple, thinking of Steve’s teeth dragging across it and licking me with his rough tongue. I bet his tongue would feel incredible on my clit. The texture of it made me light up in ways I’d never though possible—I wondered what oral would be like with him. And with that thought, I combusted. I clamped down on my sad, pathetic fingers, wishing for more. My toes curled as an orgasm ripped through my body, causing me to twitch and moan. I panted, realizing I had been holding my breath. If I could come like that, just thinking of Steve… I was a goner.
I snuggled into my bed and was pleased to find I still smelled like him. I drifted back off, trying to come up with otherdateideas.
The next morning, I was at the bar early, trying to be chill and not think about Steve. We had made significant progress and were getting down to the finer details. Osif and I had gone through paint samples and sconces until I was so bored I couldn’t see straight. I wasn’t an interior designer and was completely over all the decision-making. I had finally roped Piper in for some of the aesthetic choices so she could help me cut down my options. Today, we were sanding down the interior walls of the bar and relacquering them. I understood almost none of the process, but Osif assured me it would be straightforward. I was surprised but pleased to see Steve walking toward the bar alone.
“Where’s your band of merry men?” I called.
“My what?” he asked, looking confused.
