really should record an album."
"I've been telling him the same thing. He's nervous. He hasn't gotten much support from family, and he's worried he'll end up a failure if he pursues his music seriously."
I take another bite of my dinner and wash it down with a delicious red wine. I would have thought Vi would end up with someone strong, confident. Someone who could match her strength and wits. I know she likes to be the Dom at work, but I'm still surprised she seems to prefer that role in her romantic ties as well. It doesn't seem to fit her, but it's not for me to judge what should make her happy. Chad is a great guy. I got no red flags from him. "I hope he gets over that. I know it's hard to run in a different direction than your family wants you to. But it's our lives. We only live once, and we have to make the most of it."
"Unless reincarnation is true," she says, always the combative. "Then we get lots of chances."
"They don't count, since most of us can't really remember them," I counter.
When dessert is brought out, I'm so stuffed I can hardly breathe, but I am also committed to this cake and will finish it regardless of the gastrointestinal price I'll have to pay later.
"Where's Doctor Dreamy tonight?" she asks.
"Working."
As if on cue, my phone buzzes, and I look down at the text and blush.
I'm leaving work, and all I can think about is how tight your pussy felt around my cock last night. I need you. Soon.
I text back quickly, knowing I'm being rude to Vi, but I can't resist replying to him.
How soon are we talking?
Vi looks questioningly at my phone, and I grin. "He's done for the night," I explain.
Vi wags her eyebrows. "And I'm gathering by your pink cheeks that those aren't just regular texts?"
I squeeze my lips shut and look down as another text comes in.
Where are you right now?
"I don't know what you mean," I say, totally unconvincingly.
Out to dinner with Vi. And my panties are wet for you right now. I want to suck your cock again.
Vi reaches over and grabs the phone from me before I can stop her. Her eyes widen as she reads our sexting. "Oh, your husband-boyfriend is naughty."
"He's not my—" but I stop, because, well, I guess he is. This is all so confusing.
Vi types something into my phone and hits send, then tosses the phone back to me. "You're welcome."
I read what she wrote. It's the address to our restaurant and an invitation to come pick me up. "What are you doing? We're supposed to hang out at my place after this."
She shakes her head. "I'm not going to stand between you and true lust. Go freshen up. He'll likely be here soon."
I hurry from the table and find the restroom. As I'm reapplying some lipstick, the door opens, and Sebastian Donovan strides in like he owns the place. I expected him in scrubs, but it makes sense that he wouldn't wear them around town. Instead, he's got on jeans and a blue cotton shirt that brings out his eyes. His dark hair is disheveled, and his eyes look tired, but his smile devastates me.
"I think you need some training on which bathroom the boys are supposed to use," I tell him.
"Separate bathrooms are trite," he says, and then pulls me to him and kisses me deeply.
He tastes like mint, and I melt into him as he holds me close.
"Do you have a thing for bathrooms?" I ask, when our kisses pause.
"No, just a thing for you."
When a woman walks in and sees us, I blush, and he smiles. She just stares.
Sebastian, without saying a word, guides me out of the bathroom and through the restaurant to my table. Vi is standing, her purse in hand, and the bill has already been paid for our dinner.
She smiles brightly at me. "You two have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Sebastian frowns, but I laugh, because there's not much Vi won't do. Except dishes. She really hates doing dishes.
I kiss her cheek, thank her for the night and we promise to get together again soon. "Tell Chad I said hi," I say as we walk out of the
"I've been telling him the same thing. He's nervous. He hasn't gotten much support from family, and he's worried he'll end up a failure if he pursues his music seriously."
I take another bite of my dinner and wash it down with a delicious red wine. I would have thought Vi would end up with someone strong, confident. Someone who could match her strength and wits. I know she likes to be the Dom at work, but I'm still surprised she seems to prefer that role in her romantic ties as well. It doesn't seem to fit her, but it's not for me to judge what should make her happy. Chad is a great guy. I got no red flags from him. "I hope he gets over that. I know it's hard to run in a different direction than your family wants you to. But it's our lives. We only live once, and we have to make the most of it."
"Unless reincarnation is true," she says, always the combative. "Then we get lots of chances."
"They don't count, since most of us can't really remember them," I counter.
When dessert is brought out, I'm so stuffed I can hardly breathe, but I am also committed to this cake and will finish it regardless of the gastrointestinal price I'll have to pay later.
"Where's Doctor Dreamy tonight?" she asks.
"Working."
As if on cue, my phone buzzes, and I look down at the text and blush.
I'm leaving work, and all I can think about is how tight your pussy felt around my cock last night. I need you. Soon.
I text back quickly, knowing I'm being rude to Vi, but I can't resist replying to him.
How soon are we talking?
Vi looks questioningly at my phone, and I grin. "He's done for the night," I explain.
Vi wags her eyebrows. "And I'm gathering by your pink cheeks that those aren't just regular texts?"
I squeeze my lips shut and look down as another text comes in.
Where are you right now?
"I don't know what you mean," I say, totally unconvincingly.
Out to dinner with Vi. And my panties are wet for you right now. I want to suck your cock again.
Vi reaches over and grabs the phone from me before I can stop her. Her eyes widen as she reads our sexting. "Oh, your husband-boyfriend is naughty."
"He's not my—" but I stop, because, well, I guess he is. This is all so confusing.
Vi types something into my phone and hits send, then tosses the phone back to me. "You're welcome."
I read what she wrote. It's the address to our restaurant and an invitation to come pick me up. "What are you doing? We're supposed to hang out at my place after this."
She shakes her head. "I'm not going to stand between you and true lust. Go freshen up. He'll likely be here soon."
I hurry from the table and find the restroom. As I'm reapplying some lipstick, the door opens, and Sebastian Donovan strides in like he owns the place. I expected him in scrubs, but it makes sense that he wouldn't wear them around town. Instead, he's got on jeans and a blue cotton shirt that brings out his eyes. His dark hair is disheveled, and his eyes look tired, but his smile devastates me.
"I think you need some training on which bathroom the boys are supposed to use," I tell him.
"Separate bathrooms are trite," he says, and then pulls me to him and kisses me deeply.
He tastes like mint, and I melt into him as he holds me close.
"Do you have a thing for bathrooms?" I ask, when our kisses pause.
"No, just a thing for you."
When a woman walks in and sees us, I blush, and he smiles. She just stares.
Sebastian, without saying a word, guides me out of the bathroom and through the restaurant to my table. Vi is standing, her purse in hand, and the bill has already been paid for our dinner.
She smiles brightly at me. "You two have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Sebastian frowns, but I laugh, because there's not much Vi won't do. Except dishes. She really hates doing dishes.
I kiss her cheek, thank her for the night and we promise to get together again soon. "Tell Chad I said hi," I say as we walk out of the
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