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"Yeah, that's my friend Pat. We went to see the movie together. We're supposed to go for sushi after this bar."
Oh, well maybe that's actually not happening.
I did not say that out loud. I thought it and Anna thought it back.
I finished up my beer.
"I'm thinking of heading over to the Rocking Horse Tavern," I said. "Want to come with me?"
Anna considered. Pat had just returned. She said she'd have to check. But it was more a formality than anything else. She conversed with Pat a bit and I waited for her to decide to accompany me. She turned to me and said,
"Okay. Let's go."
At our booth near the back of the Rocking Horse, I ordered a Gin and Tonic. She ordered some kind of cocktail. I paid. We did less talking. We did more staring. She told me at one point, after taking a sip,
"You make good eye contact."
My eyes are larger than normal and have a hazel color most of the time. When I look at people it can be very intense. I'd figured this out in High School.
"Thank you," I said.
After a moment's silence, she asked what I was thinking about. I said,
"So I'm thinking about the fact that if I wanted to kiss you, I would have to lean all the way across the huge table. It would be so much easier if I could sit next to you. Then I could kiss you really easily."
She smiled at this. She didn't say anything. She blushed. I moved over to her seat and kissed her on the lips. She didn't resist. She did not return it, exactly, but when I pulled away, she was still smiling.
In the restroom, I thought, what if I come back and she just isn't there? It had happened once before. But when I exited, there she still was, sitting at the table, staring ahead and letting her thoughts run free. She was not staring at her cell phone. I liked her better already.
"Holy shit, you're still here," I said.
We walked back to her place in the dark along Milwaukee Avenue and she said,
"Full disclosure, I'm actually divorced."
This didn't matter. But it was kind of interesting. I wondered about her age again.
"That's fine," I said. "It doesn't really make a difference."
We crossed the street side by side. We weren't holding hands. We went down Armitage and I let her lead the way. She slowed down suddenly and took me by the arm and pulled me close to her at the sidewalk's edge. She bent her head back and kissed me. It was a long, tongue heavy kiss. It lasted for a while. She moved away from me, eyes shut for just a moment in that thing women do that I love. We walked on, holding hands.
In her bedroom, perhaps twenty minutes later, I pulled my face away from her exposed pink pussy lips and stared at her wetness and swallowed a tiny bit. She was less shaven than Courtney and she tasted better. I moved back in and laid my tongue back on her labia and swished it around before realizing I'd forgotten about fingering her. I slipped one finger back inside her folds where they bloomed out under my chin. I rubbed in a circle around her folds, gathering up her wetness. She pressed her hand on my head and bobbed my head up and down vertically. I moved one hand up her stomach, over her tits and her neck, and up her chin. I rubbed several fingers across her lips, perching them above the open cavern of her moaning mouth. She closed her lips around my fingers and sucked them. Just like I knew she would.
I pulled my face away. Her labia was all red and shiny. She was ready for me but I had to confess something.
"Anna," I said, moving up to face her. "I've got to confess...I don't have any condoms."
"I have some," she said and kissed me.
All right, fine. Safe sex; check.
Those nails. Anna threaded her fingers through my hair and down my neck. As I slowly edged my cock deeper into her she breathed a breath that turned into a moan. As this transformation happened I felt her nails claw my back. She moved them down almost to my ass. Her hand flattened out on my butt cheeks. She expressed herself with her nails. It hurt. I let it happen.
We were on her queen-sized bed, her cats our only voyeur