Impossible Dreams

If I believed that we were going to go all the way, I'd have to be crazy. If I were maybe five years older, maybe he would. I know nothing about his relationship goals, so this might be part of it. He would have more time to wait to go all the way than with a woman older than me. He's a smart man and I'm sure he knows what he's doing. Even if he were the most experienced sexpert, I wonder if he's undecided on having kids. I mean he's pretty conservative when it comes to chivalry and not having kids outside of marriage, but whether it's me or not, I'd guess he'd be unsure even if he's married.

Just then, the card reader made noises. That immediately followed by the door opening. And then another door opening. He clearly wasn't looking in my direction. Probably thought I wasn't in yet. Wouldn't you know it, he's brushing his teeth. And humming. "Damn song," I heard muffled through the door. He obviously had an earworm of a song. Not sure if it was one he'd like but maybe it's because he was trying to focus on us. He turned off the water.

"Aah! Don't do that."

"I didn't move. You weren't looking into the room to notice I was already here."

"Oh. Anyway, hi darling."

"Hi Nickiepoo." I was gonna sound as flirty as I could all night until I passed out if that's what it took. I've been patient too long not to get something out of this.

"I do believe i's story time."

"You're gonna share a naught story!" I knew it wasn't but I wanted to give him a little shit just for fun.

"What about yellow roses?"

"That's right! Have at it." I wanted to find out about this unique flower and I wasn't going to interrupt.

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"Well little missy, there's a little story they like to tell in Texas," I began in my best western accent as I did that day in the park. "In the birthplace of oil in West Texas, something unusual happened. Unlike many other men who though oil was nearby, someone actually believed this one man in Big Lake. In 1923, a couple of nuns decided that he was right - and to everyone's surprise, gave him a monetary investment that seemed to come out of thin air."

This was easily one of my favorite stories. It was relevant to her in that she had wanted to be with me for a long time and her patience rewarded her. It was also relevant to me because I never thought that I would be seeing someone her age or that I would be able to find anyone at all having been out of dating in over a decade. "In the excitement of their business decision, they told the reverend of their church who advised them to reverse their decision. Unfortunately, the man had already spent the money on the necessary equipment. The priest left the nuns with one task - that the site be blessed with rose petals and pray that the land be watched over by St. Rita, the saint that was the patron for impossible dreams."

"But what does impossible dreams have to do with me?"

"You kept on believing that we had a future since your sophomore year even if you thought it was a long shot and I didn't see it yet."

"It's crazy because the more I persisted, I also realized how much more than just a sexy man you were."

"So you're saying I killed you with kindness."

"Totally worked like a charm. And I've never been sure of anything in my life like us. Come here, you." I wanted this to go slowly since I hadn't actually slept with anyone, let alone get touchy-feely. But if we had all the time in the world I wouldn't need to get into her pants tonight. Ironic because she was still in her blue dress and black tights, which I'll be honest was attractive. I don't just throw that adjective around either. I'd been turned on plenty of times but neither ever did anything about it nor knew what sexual preferences I did have other than I was straight. But my goodness did she have legs for days.

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I came to the conclusion I should ease the tension that we had built up over the years and for me to do most of the work tonight. I was going to guide him with how I wanted him to fondle me. I don't think he noticed that when he looked away a little bit earlier that I had slightly upped my wardrobe. In that bag I brought was a black pair of satin opera gloves. I wasn't too kinky when I was in high school, and still am not really. But for where I wanted the night to go, I had what I needed. After he came and sat next to me on the bed, he grabbed the two flutes and opened the champagne that I hadn't realized was there the whole time.

"One glass for both and that's it. You can keep the bottle. It's your celebration," he said as he opened the bottle without fail.

A pro bottle opener, huh?"

"Everyone in sports has to know how to do it, love." A new name? I could get used to that. "Here. To turning 21."

"To turning 21. And to us."

"And to us." We wrapped our arms around and downed our glasses. "Did I do a good job?"

"It is missing something," I said as I moved in for a kiss. "Much better." Making out was one of my favorite things to do. And doing it with him made it more intense. In fact, so much so that unlike before, he was starting to breathe heavy. "C'mon babe. I need you." He moved from my mouth to my neck, gently making me start to tingle myself. "You don't know how bad I've wanted this."

"I'm all yours dear. Let me ease your troubles. You deserve a present."