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Ben - Three Days Later
“Canwe try one of those cherry tomatoes?” Liz points to a basket of fresh, ripe vegetables and with curious fingers she takes the tomato from the elderly man staffing the booth at the farmer’s market. Her teeth slice down past the skin of the little tomato and she turns to me, smiling brightly and nodding her head. She hands me the morsel. “Trythis!”
She goes into her wallet and pulls out a bill to purchase a little basket ofthem.
“Merci!”
She links her arm through mine and we keep walking. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, but there’s also a melancholy sense in the airtoday.
I don’t like it, and I’m going to fix it.Tonight.
“It’s going to be interesting to have you meet my parents,” Liz says, wrapping her arms around my back and peering up at me. Her warmth just about makes me feel okay. And for a second, it does. But then I’m back to nearly losing my mind. I try to not let it show. I don’t want her to take on my anxieties, hell if she has any anxieties of her own I’d happily take them on forher.
“Who was the last guy you brought home to your parents?” I ask her, kissing the line of her hair. I have to shift myself away from her. I’m continually hard around her and if I let her breasts push up against my chest I’m going to have to throw her over my shoulder and find the nearest small space for me to bend her over and fuck her until we’re bothsore.
“Last guy I took home,” she says, tapping her cheek. “That would be RonnyIsaacs.”
“Should I feel threatened by this guy?” I ask her, tipping her chin up. “This guy a threat tome?”
“Only if you think a gay prom date as cover so his parents don’t find out is threatening toyou.”
I let out a little chuckle as I pull out my phone. There’s a tug against my heart when I pull up my email to the confirmation of Elizabeth’s flight home that she sent me. I told her I would book a flight for when the semester is over and everything’s settled down for me some at the university. I still have this project I’m working on and everything’s a bit up in the air for me at themoment.
By the time we get home, it’s about seven in the evening. The day flew by and then we make dinner and that flies by, too. We’re sitting on my roof eating and she’s gazing past me at the Eiffel Tower. There’s silence between us but it’s so comfortable that I feel like she’s been here the whole time. When we’re done eating I grab our plates and bring them inside and grab a blanket to bring up to the roof withme.
When I return, Liz is sitting on her knees and crooks a finger toward me. I wanted to cuddle under the stars with a bottle of wine, but I can’t resist her when she’s likethis.
“Come here,” she whispers, pulling her shift off over her head. There’s no bra encasing her glorious tits and when she shake her shoulder at me softly and puts her tongue through her teeth, I dive towardher.
