Chapter 16. First Date

WARNING: Sexually explicit material below–read at your own risk.

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I’d arrived at Sean’s house at six o’clock.  Since I would only be seeing Dr. Garrison twice a month, I only had to close twice a week for two weeks out of every month, instead of every week.  Even though I’d been to Sean’s house several times already,  I was a little nervous.  After all, this was a date.  A real date.

He’d put me at ease almost immediately by setting me to work in the kitchen grating cheese.  He made a shrimp and pasta dish that was delicious, and after dinner we cuddled on the couch and watched a movie.
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Well….to be more accurate, we started watching a movie.  After about an hour of not watching the movie, Sean had suggested that we give it up.  Somehow, he’d convinced me that it was a good idea to change into our pajamas and cuddle in his bed.  So we were in bed together, and surprisingly, we really were just cuddling and talking when he started to steer the conversation to a particular subject.
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“When was the last time you had sex?” he asked.  Typical Sean.  So blunt.

I sighed before I answered.  “About….four years.”

His brows drew down a little and he looked troubled.

“That’s….a really long time.” he frowned.  He looked so serious that I laughed.

“Well…I guess it is.  What about you?”
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“A few months.” We were quiet for a few moments before he nuzzled my shoulder, and carefully moved his hand down my stomach.  Down to my waistband.

“Sean….”

“Shh…” He watched my face, and in response to my eyes widening he simply breathed “Shh…” again.

My stomach tensed as his fingers delved under the elastic waistband of my pajama pants and traveled farther, over my panties.  His hand rested, with his fingers splayed over me, light over the fabric.

I’d almost stopped breathing.

If I don’t want this I should say something.

I didn’t say a word.

His face had a blank expression, and he was still so serious.  Like we were just having a serious conversation.  “Just a little fooling around, Eddie.  Nothing major.” he whispered coaxingly.
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He gave me the smallest smile before he raised himself up enough to move down so that his head was hovering over my torso.  With his free hand, he bunched my shirt up just under my breasts.  His other hand started to flex, gently rubbing me through the fabric of my panties, and I swallowed convulsively and tried not to move.

I watched his face as he watched mine, and I would have thought he was bored, had his eyes not been so intent.  He pressed soft, warm kisses to the skin over my tummy and rib cage as he slipped his hand underneath the waistband of my panties.  My mouth fell open and I tried to keep my breathing quiet as he continued to touch me, skin-to-skin now.
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“Is this okay?” he whispered.

“Yes.” I said, and it came out almost like a hiss.

I closed my eyes, breathing unevenly, and when I opened them he was staring up at me again.  For some reason, his silent, intense observation was so erotic that it was affecting me just as much as the movements of his fingers on my flesh.  He watched me, his eyes on my chest, which was moving up and down in shallow breaths.
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When I couldn’t keep from rolling my hips against his hand, he finally slid up my body to bring his face near mine,  his hand in my panties still moving.  He kissed me seconds before I came, and I moaned against his lips as I pressed closer to him, letting his body absorb the trembling of mine.

It was the first time I’d been touched like that in four years.
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He pulled back to look at me, and I bit my lip and turned my head away, smiling.

“Nope–you don’t get to do that anymore.” he said, lightly guiding my chin with two fingers so that I looked at him again.  And he was right.  What he’d just done to me was intimate, and close.  He’d never taken his eyes off of me.  Now his eyes were warm and dreamy, and I leaned in to kiss him.

“It’s not like it’s a switch I can just turn off.” I said quietly.
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He kissed me softly on the lips and pulled back again.

“I know.  I guess I thought that if we started off with some uh….”

“Heavy petting?” I suggested.

“Yeah. That it would help you become more relaxed with me. Anything that comes after this will just seem like the next, natural thing to do.  Less pressure, less making it into something bigger than it is.  Does that make any sense?” he asked.

I peered at him, then nodded.  “Yeah.  I guess it does.” I kissed him and slid my hand down under the waistband of his boxers, chuckling softly against his lips as he inhaled sharply.  “Hmm..look at that.  I’m more relaxed than you are right now, and that’s just not fair.”
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“You don’t have to do this.” he said.

“I know.” And I did know.  But I wanted to know how he felt in my hand and I wanted to know what his face looked like when he was lost in my touch.  Things you can’t find out in a background check.

“I’m…serious.” he was having trouble concentrating.

“Me too. Now, I prefer a bit of guidance when it comes to this sort of thing, so please speak up to tell me what you like.” I kept my voice low and soft, and I smiled as his head fell back and he started breathing deeply.
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“I’m not all that diff–” he began, but broke off when his cell phone rang.  The James Bond theme sang out into the room. “Shit. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Ignore it.” I whispered in his ear.  He grinned at me, then sobered.

“I don’t think I can.  That’s Nick’s ring, and he knows I had plans for you tonight.”

“I think you meant to say plans ‘with’ me.”

“Sure I did.” Another grin.
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He stood up to grab his phone out of the pocket of his pants, which were on the floor.

“What’s up?”  After a few moments, he said, “Yeah, she’s still here.” A few seconds later, he looked over at me steadily, his posture going rigid, like he was suddenly on alert.  “Ok, see you in a few minutes.”  He hung up.

“What’s going on?”
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“Eddie…Rosario Vasquez went missing from his security detail about an hour ago.”

“How did–?”

“I don’t know. Nick is coming over to give us the details, so we need to get dressed–and we gotta be quick, because he lives pretty close.”

The questions kept piling up in my head as I tugged on my clothes, and I lamented the loss of the easy, sexy mood that had been thick in the room just moments before.  I was resentful.  Rosario Vasquez had ruined my night.  At least this time he hadn’t stabbed me.  But all was not lost…not if I could help it.

“Sean…”

“Yes?” he was already in his jeans and was slipping his shirt over his head.

“I can’t believe I let you do that to me on our first date.”

He let out a bark of laughter with his head still stuck in his shirt, and the smile he gave me once he finally pulled it down was nothing short of dazzling.

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Authorial Interjection: *clears throat nervously* Okay, so uh…yeah.  This may not have been what most readers had in mind for Sean and Ed’s first sexual encounter, but I will tell you that it’s the way they told me it went.  They told me months ago, and I wrote the first draft of it right away.  They left it to me to figure out when, in the course of all the other stuff going on, it actually happened, but I suppose I should be thankful that they told me anything about this at all.  This was a bear to write and to pose (though in the course of experimenting with the poses, I found a few ways to pose  that should help, should I need to portray my characters doing other sexy things).

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