Don


    Sunday evening…


    After Candy and her girls had left, Don didn’t really think that he’d hear from the incredible blonde again that day. He was still hopeful though. He’d only met her a few days before and was already smitten. Still, he knew better than to try and rush things between them.


    The rest of the afternoon was spent with him finishing up some work. Just as he was saving and closing the document, he heard his phone buzz. He grabbed it and checked to see what the notification was.


    “So…” Candy messaged him.


    He smiled, unlocking the phone and starting to respond. He got another message before he could though.


    “Can I call?” she asked.


    “Of course,” he sent back.


    He took a second to lock the screen of hisputer and push the chair away so he could stand. His phone began to vibrate again with an iing call as he stepped over to the bed and sat down.


    “Well hey there,” he said after epting the call.


    “Hi,” Candy replied. “I feel… ridiculous, but I’m nervous.”


    “Oh?” he asked. “We’re just talking on the phone.”


    Sheughed for a few seconds before responding. “You know I didn’t mean about the call.”


    Don chuckled, smiling easily as hey back onto his mattress.


    “I want toe and see you in the worst way,” she said. “Do you think that’s going too quickly?”


    “Well… you’re noting over to get married, are you?” he joked.


    Sheughed again, and he could hear the concern in her tone giving way to mirth.


    “I feel the same way as you do,” he said. “I want you toe over, but I don’t want you to feel pressured to fool around with me or anything. I’ve waited years for the chance to be with a good woman; I can wait a little longer.”


    “Ugh… you’re so damn sweet and understanding,” she sighed. “Give me an hour and I’ll be there.”


    Don grinned, getting up off the bed immediately and starting for the bathroom.


    “I’ll be waiting,” he said.


    The call ended and he quickly hopped in the shower. He didn’t think he really needed a shower, but he wasn’t going to leave anything to chance where Candy was concerned, not if he could help it.


    After getting cleaned up and dressed again in some nice jeans and a good-looking shirt, he made sure the house was picked up. It was, of course, and as he finished making the rounds, he got a message from Candy that she was there.


    He began to get nervous at the thought of what might be happening that evening and tried to tell himself that he wasn’t going to even try and broach the subject of sex. In truth, it would be an incredible evening in his opinion if they simply rxed and watched a movie together.


    He opened the front door and waved as she stepped from the car, a courteous wave back at him her reply.


    “Hey,” she said halfway up the walk.


    She was wearing jeans and a low-cute shirt, her cleavage disyed nicely as she bounced her way toward him.


    “That’s the reaction I like,” shemented, grinning at him as he forced his eyes up from her breasts and smiled, blushing slightly.


    She stepped close to him, kissing him for a few intense moments as they pulled each other close. She broke the kiss, sighing deeply and closing her eyes for a moment before the two ducked inside and shut the door behind them.


    “Can I get you a drink?” he asked.


    “Mmm… wine if you have some,” she said, smiling at him.


    “Sure,” he told her, and led her through the house to the living room. “Red?”


    “Please,” she replied.


    “I’m surprised this thing isn’t cleaned out,” he said, walking up to the liquor cab and pulling the doors open.


    “The party get out of handst night?” she asked, finding a spot on the couch and kicking off her shoes.


    “No, there were just quite a few drunk people here,” he said with a chuckle. “I wouldn’t have been surprised if someone had raided it, but I think it’s been left alone so far.”


    He filled two sses with red wine and put the bottle down. Turning, he carried the sses over and offered her one, then took a seat down beside her.


    “Should we have a toast?” she asked.


    “Sure,” he said, smiling at her.Owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    “To… new beginnings,” she offered.


    “To beautiful women,” he added, smiling as she snickered.


    They clinked sses and both took a sip, then set them down on the coffee table in front of them.


    “Thank you for letting my girlse and have fun today,” she said. “I’m sorry that Cass seems to keep catching us in the middle of things.”


    Heughed lightly, offering her a shrug. “I can hardlyin with the show you got on our first date.”


    “Mmm… I’d almost forgotten about Jessie and Dexter,” she said, smiling. “That was definitely exciting.”


    “It tends to get like that around here from time to time,” he agreed.


    There was a long pause between the two as they looked at each other, longer than there should have been.


    “Why am I so nervous around you right now?” she asked, giggling. “I’ve been wanting to jump your bones since our first date, and it feels like my first time.”


    “Well… our first date was like two days ago,” he pointed out. “I want you to befortable. I’ve waiting a long time for a woman that’s worth spending time with and making the effort to do things right.”


    She smiled and gave him a sultry gaze that sent his heart racing.


    “And yet… when you look at me like that… I just kinda want to tear your clothes off,” he admitted.


    “Mmm… please,” she told him, leaning forward to kiss him. She broke the kiss a momentter though and sat back. “Don, I… I’m not worried about you not calling me after we have sex. I can see that you’re just as into me as I am you. And… it’s clear that you’re looking for a rtionship and not just a hookup, just like me.”


    “Definitely,” he confirmed.


    “So… even though I want to fuck your brains out right here and now…”


    “Let’s wait,” he finished for her.


    She smiled, nodding.


    “One month?” he asked.


    “A month!” she cried, then pouted for a few seconds and yfully whined. “I was thinking like… next weekend! A month is torture…”


    Heughed and fixed her with a stern look.


    “But…” she stammered, pouting once more before looking up at him with an innocent look. “I want you to fuck me…”


    He groaned, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers and causing her to giggle.


    “I’m teasing,” she said. “A month is great.”


    He sighed deeply and brushed a lock of hair back from her face.


    “You’re the one that said a month, mister,” she said. “Are you sure you’re not like a closet sadist or something?”


    “Ha,” he said. “You’re not the one that’s going to have to resist your gorgeous ass.”


    “Mmm… and it’s such a nice one too,” she teased, leaning forward yfully kiss him again.


    He watched her silently for a few more seconds, marveling at how incredible things were going. Clearing his throat, he leaned back to a normal sitting position.


    “So, if we aren’t doingthat,” he said. “What do you want to do?”


    “I haven’t eaten much today, so I think I’m going to need a snack,” she said, but the expression on her face made him think that she wasn’t talking about food.


    Her hands immediately went for his belt and began to work it open. It only took a few seconds before she was done and working at the button on his jeans.


    “We’re just gonna skip right by the ‘one month’ thing, I take it?” he asked as she popped the button open.


    “Oh no…” she said, shaking her head at him. “I’m definitely not going to let you have any. But we were clearly talking about fucking. You don’t really think you’re going to keep that cock away from methatlong, do you?”


    She didn’t wait for an answer, lowering her head down and sliding off the couch in one motion, all while working his cock free with both hands.


    “Jeez,” he stammered, chuckling softly.


    Warm fingers pried their way into his jeans and down into his underwear, his cock already swelling in anticipation. Her other hand continued to work to get his cock free, but she clearly needed assistance.


    He briefly considered making her work for it, but then realized what an idiotic idea that was and quickly began to assist her in getting his pants off. In short order, his jeans were pulled off and tossed away, her mouth immediately descending to mp down on his swollen organ.


    “Fuuuck,” he groaned, feeling the warm wetness of her mouth on his flesh.


    A low moan from her sent his arousal soaring, the knowledge that she was enjoying what she was doing and not just doing it for him excited him more than he would have thought.