"Hi," Daina says and smiles brightly at him as he slams the door of his shiny Black BMW and walks confidently toward her. He's smiling too but his eyes haven't reached her face yet.
Today she's wearing a pair of white exercise tights and a black tank top with a picture of a white cat on the front. Underneath she's not wearing a bra. She was lounging around the house and didn't feel like changing when he called to say he had a surprise for her. Daina generally loved his surprises. She and Brandon had been 'hanging out' for about two months and he had been a gentleman the entire time. She liked it, and him yet, she yearned for something more and she didn't want to have to ask.
"I am so tired of training men," she thought to herself as she watched him hold out a red and white box with a bow on it. "This one is nice, he already knows what I like and he does it without asking, it's just, I may be a lady but damn- I really want to fuck. He is taking too damn long."
"Come on in," she says and takes Brandon's hand as they enter the threshold of her home. The living room is messy as usual. Her roommates are artists and so is she so, the chaos is comforting to her.
"Sorry about that," she says as his foot brushes past a pair of dark blue boxers in the middle of the living room floor. "What's in the box?"
"Look and see," he says and grins down at her. His attention alternating between her curious grin and the enticing V-shaped mound he sees at the meeting of her thighs. "Why does she wear those tights when she sees me?" he thinks to himself. "I am trying to show her respect. I like her a lot and I don't want to mess up but, when she wears those tights that show off all of her firm curves and that lovely fat pussy, I can barely stop myself from getting down on my knees and biting it. It looks so fat and juicy. I want that."
They sit down on the lime green sofa and the cat walks by and meows at them as she opens the box with one hand, her other arm resting on his leg. She screams when she sees what is inside the box.
"Oh my GOD! For real? Is it mine?" she asks, sitting straight up and lifting the flat object out of the box and hugging it to her chest.
"Didn't you say you wanted one?" he grins over at her, laughing on the inside. It doesn't take much to please her, he already knew what she liked. She likes to be told she's pretty and she likes to be showered with gifts. It turns her on. He could tell the first time he bought her a purse that she pointed out when they had gone to the mall. When he gave it to her the next time he saw her, he could smell her body react. He lived for that smell, so he brought her gifts often. She would curl up next to him like a kitten and he would rub her shoulders and she would squirm in delight. After a while he could feel goosebumps on her arm as she squirmed a little more and the heat from her body mixed with the scent of her body lotion would fill the room with the most intoxicating aroma.
"I am so HAPPY!" she exclaims as she takes out her digital camera to take a picture for her blog. "I can't wait to write about this! My very first IPAD! Oh my gosh! I am so excited! I am going to stay up all night writing all kinds of stories and I'll email them to you first so you can read them and then I'll learn the programs and..."
He couldn't hear the rest of what she was saying because his soul glowed when she glowed like this. He never felt more proud of himself than when he made her smile. Her personality was a bit eccentric and she was a little more weird than most of the woman he pursued but still, there was a gentle majesty in the way she fluttered from one artistic project to another, passionate one minute, sad the next. It was like a roll of the dice when he saw her, you never knew if she'd be laughing, crying or angry.
But at this moment she is purring like a kitten next to him. She nuzzles her face in his neck and kisses him a few times on the cheek as he puts his arms around her and squeezes. "She's such a big baby," he thinks and looks down at her sipping her orange juice through a straw with the goofiest grin on her face.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks her.
"Oh! I can't wait for you to leave so I can start using my IPAD, I have lots to write about and create!" As soon as the words leave her mouth she falls silent. Oh shit. Did I say that aloud? Fuck. This dude must think I'm so weird. But then again, he still keeps coming around.
"Sorry," she says and lays her face on his lap. "I mean, I don't want you to leave yet, I'm just excited to learn my new toy."
He shakes his head. Inside he is tickled to death but he maintains a serious expression somehow.
"I know I don't have much, but, I do have something for you too," she tells him as his fingers play with the coils of her hair as her head rests on his lap. He can see Daina squirming again and her round ass looks so appetizing as it writhes next to him. He is using all of his self control not to smack it.
"What's that?" he asks, not caring about the answer. This woman doesn't understand that her presence, the energy she gives him with her child like joy is really the best gift she could give. At that moment, reality hits him.
Damn. I'm in love.
"Did you hear what I said?" Daina asks him again.
"Sorry, what happened?"
"You are not even listening to me," she says and slaps his leg playfully. "I said, my friend Elena is in town and I want you to fuck her."
"WHAT?!"
Daina is still laying there on the couch, her face against his groin, changing her body's position every few minutes.
"I'm just saying- she's in town and I want you to fuck her when she gets here tonight. She really needs some badly."
