“She’s a handful,” I said. “An absolute handful. But I love it. She keeps me on my toes for sure.”
“I bet,” she said. “She’s a big puppy.”
I laughed. “Yeah, she’s rather large. And she’ll get bigger. By the time she’s done growing, she’ll be absolutely massive. As it is, she’s tearing up the house, terrorizing any plant or anything like that I have and generally making a mess. Thank God she’s at least housebroken.”
“I bet,” she said. “When is Deacon bringing her by?”
“About an hour or so. Right after her evening walk,” I said. “Deacon has the few dog toys I have, and she’s already torn apart the rope. I’m hoping he can keep her entertained long enough that she doesn’t decide to play with the cords behind the TV.”
Helen laughed and the food arrived, hot and delicious smelling. As she took the first bite, she let out a small moan that made my cock stiffen. I shifted in my chair to relieve some of the pressure. I got the impression she knew the effect it had on me because her face went red, and she seemingly tried to hide any more sounds.
“So, how’s your dad?” I asked, desperate for a conversation piece that would take attention away from the tent I was pitching under the table.
“He’s much better now,” she said. “The new meds they got for his heart are working much better than the stuff he was on before. It doesn’t do much for his mind, but at least he doesn’t get so tired all the time.”
“That’s good,” I said, knowing all too well the fear of an aging family member as their health declined. I remembered watching my grandfather and how my uncle would take care of him as he went.
We continued our conversation, with her ushering the talk away from her father quickly and onto other things that were more date appropriate. I realized that was what this was. We were most certainly on a date.
Sure, it wasn’t a big romantic thing at a fancy restaurant or even a movie in a theater or anything, but if she was happy, sharing tacos was pretty much my ideal first date. And she seemed more than happy.
I marveled as she started talking about food. My repertoire was limited to a handful of breakfast items, mostly ones I could stick in a microwave or toaster, and the one or two recipes that I had learned when at home alone.
The more she talked about food, the more I wanted to kiss her. It was a strange sensation, and I didn’t know if one had to do with the other fully. I knew that I was watching her lips move, staring intently at them as she spoke. I was paying attention to what she was saying but, at the same time, mesmerized by her mouth. Her lips were full and pink and incredibly enticing.
When we were finished with dinner, I paid and guided her back across the parking lot toward her car. Our conversation had continued, but there were fewer words. The tension was in the air, thick and heavy between us. There was a growing feeling that words weren’t going to be enough, not for me at least.
As she turned around to face me, her back against the driver’s side of her car, I took my chance. I stepped close to her, closing the distance between us and pressed my lips to hers. She reacted beautifully, her hand raising up to cup my chin as our lips pressed open and our tongues slid inside each other’s mouths. I tasted her and wanted more.
She pulled me into her, and I found myself losing control almost instantly. We made out like teenagers, our bodies grinding against one another as we kissed. My hands went behind her, grabbing her ass and squeezing it as I pulled her tight into me, so she could feel my hard cock at her belly.
A whistle from the distance stopped us and we pulled apart. I expected embarrassment on her face or regret. Instead, she breathed out slowly in one long breath and looked me in the eyes.
“Well then,” she said. “Follow me home?”
I simply grinned, nodded, and went to my truck to follow her to her place.
16
HELEN
We had driven back to my place in a hurry that made me worry we’d get popped for a speeding ticket. It wasn’t really his fault, though. He was just keeping up with me. I was the one flying down the roads to get to the new apartment before the feeling of sexual tension broke.
I shouldn’t have worried. The second he was out of his car, he was on me, and our bodies tingled where they touched. At least mine did.
He pushed me up against the wall and I pulled him in by his hips. When we were back at the taco place, I had, for a brief second, felt the curve of his cock stuffed into his tight jeans and pressing against the seam of his zipper. I wanted more of it. When I pulled him into me, I got what I wanted, and his thick cock pressed into my stomach.