We order our food, and I get us a bottle of wine. It’s not long before our glasses are filled, and I raise my glass to her. “Here’s to many, many more dates.” I smile. Her beautiful smile widens, the white of her teeth magnified by the candles glowing on our table. She takes a sip and sets her glass down on the table.
“Josh. This is amazing,” she says breathlessly.
I turn more to her, placing my other hand on her cheek, and she closes her eyes briefly. “You’re amazing.” I lean forward, her body copying mine, and kiss those lips. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her now that I’ve had a taste. Our kiss becomes heated, fast, and I don’t want to stop. Apparently neither does she. I sadly pull away but peck her wet lips twice when our waiter appears. She reluctantly turns, but the smile on her face tells me she enjoyed it too. He takes our orders and is back fairly soon with our food.
“So, tell me about you. I want to know everything,” I ask then take a bite of steak.
She pulls her fork from her mouth, and I watch as her lips slide over it. Damn! She smiles as she chews and then my eyes are glued to her throat as it constricts. “Well, there’s not much to tell. Dad left us when I was three, never having anything to do with us again, and Mom has done everything she possibly can to make sure all my needs are met.” Her body slumps as she speaks. “She’s wonderful. She’s always there for me. My mom has worked two jobs all my life, yet she still sends me what money she can as often as possible.” She sits back up and stabs her salad with her fork and slides a bite into her mouth as she turns her head to me. Her eyes close and I swear I hear a moan leave her. I have to discreetly move my hand under the table and adjust myself. She’s killing me. After swallowing and taking a sip of her wine, she speaks as she sets her glass down. “What about you. What’s your story?” She leans her elbow on the table, resting her chin on her hand and gives me her full attention.
I rest my fork on my plate and wipe my mouth with my napkin. “You’re fortunate to have such a loving mom. My mom passed away when I was ten and my dad when I was eighteen.” She covers her mouth with a gasp. “It’s okay. Yes, I miss them terribly but I’m lucky to have had them in my life that long. My dad had given me my first guitar and paid for lessons. He had been in a band playing at bars, and when I heard him practice it made me want to try harder, ya know?” Her head nods, her chin moving on her hand as she rests it there. “I’ve been a temporary teacher for four years, various schools, but you know all that from class.” Her eyes are casted down and her face falls. Shit! I reach over and pull her chin from her hand, and she looks at me with sadness. “Hey, I’m sorry I brought that up.” I turn in my seat facing her better and release her chin but take her hand. “I know you’re worried but don’t be. Nothing will happen, but, Emma? But if something does, I’m okay with that too. I’m prepared. If I need to do something else it’ll be worth it. You’re worth it.”
“How can you be so sure?” She whispers.
I give her a smile. “Because. I’ve fallen so deep, so fast for you, Em. I can’t help it. You’re beautiful, smart, caring, and the most selfless woman I’ve ever met. Trust me?” She nods and her sadness evaporates as her smile shows. “Good.” We sit there, just staring into each other’s eyes until our waiter interrupts us.
“More wine, sir, miss?”
We both turn forward. She begins eating, and I give the waiter a nod. After filling our glasses, he leaves us again and as we eat the conversation flows while we talk about so many things. Our likes and dislikes. We laugh and drink, and it has to be one of the best times I’ve ever spent. “You can’t hate on Luke Skywalker. He was the star of the movie!” She laughs as we eat dessert.
“Ah, but Han Solo was the real star! And let’s not forget about Chewbacca.” She laughs at my response.
Her laughter becomes so hard that you can’t hear her at all, just the sight of her body shaking. Suddenly stopping, but still giggling a little, she places her hand down on my thigh, squeezing. “I have to use the ladies room. The wine is going right through me and you’re not helping, making me laugh so hard. I’ll be right back.” She squeezes again, and it hits me right in the place I’ve been trying to shield. I watch her slide from the booth and her cute tight ass as she walks towards the hallway where the restrooms are located. My pulse is racing and not just in the normal place. I’m about to come undone.