Freya couldn't believe it. Rhys had supposedly planned the perfect third date, each of them knowing what a third date meant. She'd dressed well for the evening, and Rhys had looked handsome. He'd trimmed up his thick dark curls, and he wore a blazer that accentuated his lean frame.
The restaurant had been delicious, though she had to admit that she had prompted Rhys to eat here. They'd gone for a horse-drawn carriage ride afterward. Maybe Freya was being too picky, but the evening seemed more like an anniversary date than a third date. She knew logically that being overly critical meant that he wouldn't likely make it to the six-month anniversary.
Granted he was nice and easy to look at, but he wasn't the one. That didn't mean that Freya hadn't wanted tonight to happen. She'd had a rough semester, and a good romp in the sack was just what she needed to release the stress of the past few weeks.
The carriage ride finished, and Rhys helped her down the steps. She wasn't taking the submissive role here, but high heels could be dangerous in situations like this.
They drove back to Rhys' apartment. Freya got out. Rhys seemed to be relieved as if he wasn't certain that his date knew the shorthand for third date. They got to the door of the apartment, and Rhys fumbled with his keys. He had to be nervous, Freya thought. He hadn't had that much to drink.
He turned to say something, but when he did, Rhy's face was only inches from her own. Instead he leaned in for a kiss. Freya pressed her lips harder against his. She felt his tongue on her lips, and she parted her lips slightly so that he could enter. Rhys dropped the keys and pulled her closer still. Their tongues did a ritualistic dance in her mouth, expressing their mutual desire as she pressed him against the door.
Freya thought she heard some noise inside, but she put that out of her mind. Perhaps Rhys and his roommate left the television on for the cat or something. After a few moments, they broke off the kiss. Rhys grabbed the keys again and unlocked the door.
He pushed it open so that she could enter first. Freya was startled to see a man sitting on the sofa.
Rhys didn't move. "Robert, you said you'd be gone tonight man. I told you."
Robert stood up and turned around. For someone who was sitting alone at home on a Saturday night, he wasn't bad looking. He was shorter than Rhys, maybe 5'9 but muscular. She could see his pecs clearly through his t-shirt. He wore shorts that did not cover his thick thighs. In fact, if Freya had to choose some release, she might have picked Robert over Rhys.
"Oh hey, sorry. I didn't think you'd be home for a while." He looked around like he was wondering what to do. "I'll just go to the bedroom and you guys can hang out here. Okay?" Before even waiting for an answer, Robert was gone.
Freya shrugged to show that the situation had not dampened her ardor in the slightest. She kicked off her high heels as she approached Rhys.
"Sorry about the roommate. That means we won't have the bed." Rhys looked pained at the admission.
Freya leaned in for a kiss. It was more chaste than the last one, which had promised a night to remember, but she was here and kissing him. Rhys took off his blazer and hung it over a chair. He approached her, shifting to be next to an overstuffed chair. Apparently that was going to be their rendezvous tonight.
Freya pushed him back so that he fell into the chair. "A lap dance seems in order," she said with a smile. She hiked up her dress far enough so that she could straddle his legs. She released the material so that it fell over his legs.
She began a slow dance that allowed her hands time to find his shoulders. She dipped lower and slid up against him. Rhys' lips were on hers again. The kiss was deep and hungry. Freya forgot about the man in the other room as she started to unbutton his shirt. She ran her hands over his chest and pushed the cloth over his shoulders. For a moment, he was pinned into place, and she liked the feeling of power that surged through her. Rhys shrugged out of the shirt.
She kissed him again as he leaned behind her and unzipped the back of her dress. He had a runner's build with broad shoulders and a thin waist. Her hands were admiring the first hard flatness of his pecs and the thin trail of hair that led into his pants. Freya traced the trail with a single finger into the waistband of his pants.
Rhys had finished unzipping her and she held her arms out and the dress fell to her waist. She smiled as she unsnapped the front of her bra. Rhys was immediately upon them, licking and caressing both of them at the same time. She played with his nipples, tweaking and teasing them as he did the same to her. The flat nipples quickly responded to her touch.
