Leif was heartsick. He knew he shouldn't have touched her so soon. He hadn't meant to do it. Just the sexy flavor of her mouth, the taste of her kiss, turned him on, and she looked so sweet, so precious, and proud after he told her that her life wasn't a waste just because she wasn't using those Yale degrees.
He could see the hurt in those big pretty almond shaped eyes, and initially when he was rubbing her leg he was intoxicated with the idea of making her feel good. As his hands moved further, and further up her thigh, he became intoxicated with the heat, he felt the heat before he even touched her under her little panties, and then, well when he felt how wet she was, he just wanted to pleasure her. That was all he wanted. He wanted to give her an orgasm to make her feel good on her insides. And the primal part of him, yes, he wanted to make that beautiful Lynne come, and feel her sweet juices on his finger tips.
But, that Lynne was so shy, that touching her was probably the last thing he should have done. It had scared her to death. He knew that she would want him to touch her in time, she was too passionate not to want this, but he also knew that she wanted him to prove his honesty to her, because she'd just gotten out of a bad relationship.
He was moping about, messing up during rehearsal unusual for him, when his bandmate, the lead singer, Matthew, asked him what was wrong.
Leif confessed that he felt like he'd blown it with a girl. He didn't go into the details. Frankly he was embarrassed that Lynne had him so strung out and hot and bothered that he was chasing after her like a puppy and she hadn't even really given him a piece of her cute little ass yet!
But he did say that he moved too hot, and too heavy with a girl, and now she was anxious, but the difference was, he liked her so much more than those other girls, and since he'd met her playing in a club, should he go to the club where she was playing, and ask her, why she was treating him so distantly all of a sudden.
"Hell no! I wouldn't do that. You said you already did that once, and this time she'll probably think you are a stalker. Frankly I'd wait for her to call or text me again, and I'd give her about a week to woman up to her feelings, otherwise I'd cut her loose and delete her number from my phone. She sounds hot, and sweet, the way you describe her, but she needs to grow up!" said Matthew.
Leif heard his friend, and he agreed. But he also new that Matthew was still fucking anything in a skirt. He hadn't changed inside. But Leif knew he had changed, he no longer wanted to fuck any woman in a skirt. He wanted to make love to that sweet little Lynne. And, after she fell in love with him, and trusted him more, fuck her little brains out while she howled in ecstasy.
He dropped the texts to Lynne back to every other day, rather than every day, so as not to appear desperate.
When the weekend approached he suggested...
