Jesse gave just as well as she took. She did amazing things with her tongue that only served to get me excited to see what else she could do with that mouth.
At almost midnight, she announced that it was time for her to leave.
"Brett, I've got to go home," she says, pulling away from our heated kiss.
"Why?" I follow her forward trying to continue the kiss.
I’m not ready for her to leave yet. After our rough start earlier, this day has been perfect. It’s not very often that I feel this way, so I’m reluctant to let her go, leaving me to face my shitty life again. I want to ask her to stay the night, but I remind myself this is only our first date. Besides, I have been hard for almost ten hours straight. Asking her to stay is not in anyone’s best interest. She seems to have loosened up around me over the last few hours, but I'm relatively sure waking up to me unconsciously dry humping her in the middle of the night would not go over well.
"It's late, and we both have to work in the morning," she says, squirming out of my arms and picking up her boots.
"Alright, if you insist. You're still cooking me dinner this week, right?"
"Of course, how about Thursday? I have class Tuesday and Wednesday afternoon, so it won't give me enough time to prepare the food."
"Oh, um…Thursdays are bad for me." Of course she would pick the one night that I see Sarah every week. And just like that, all of the guilt and responsibilities come crashing back down on my shoulders. It was one night of freedom, but it was just long enough to remind me how great it is to feel like myself again. All good things must come to an end, right? The universe has never been kind to me. I should have predicted Jess's only free night would be a Thursday.
"Okay, how about Friday?" She smiles.
"Yeah, that works," I say in somber tone.
"What's going on? You just flipped on me again. You went from funny and sweet, to sad and distant."
I let out a loud breath feeling bad that I keep doing this to her. "No, I'm fine. I just don't want to wait until Friday to see you again." It's the truth, but not the answer to her question. "Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?"
"Are you sure you don't want to wait the mandatory three days between dates?" she asks. I have no idea if she is kidding or not, because she looks worried about my answer.
"Yes, I'm positive I don't want to wait three days. If you decide to avoid me for three days just to play hard to get, I will remind you that I'm a detective and I know where you work." I joke trying to lighten the mood again.
"Brett, I've asked you out twice now. It's safe to assume that I don't understand the concept of playing hard to get."
"Good, then its decided. Dinner tomorrow night. I'll pick you up at seven. Oh and Jess, please don't let Kara dress you this time. I won't be able to handle seeing you dressed like that again without being able to touch every inch of that sexy body." And just like that, my mission is accomplished. Her eyes go wide and her cheeks turn pink as she sucks in a shocked breath. She looks so damn adorable it causes my dick to get hard all over again.
Jesse
AFTER BRETT dropped me off last night, I stayed awake for hours replaying every moment of our date to Kara. I ran directly into her room jumping on her bed to wake her up. I needed someone to help me analyze this whole situation. Kara isn't exactly the best person at giving at advice about guys, though. It usually ends with her saying, "...then just buy crotch-less panties, and he will be eating out of your hand in no time." Although, at midnight on a Sunday, I didn't have any other options.
"Holy shizzle, Jesse, you twisted tongues with half of the Sexy Detective Duo!" she shrieks when I get to the kiss at the bowling alley.
"I KNOW! It was such a good kiss too! His lips were so soft, but still in command. He didn't drool on me at all, either. He even had good breath after drinking a zillion beers. God, it was amazing. Then, we laid on the couch for hours just making out. He does this thing with his teeth on my neck-"
"Oh my God, Officer Hot Ass is a freak in the bed!" She interrupts hopping to her feet and jumping on the bed, mimicking me a few minutes earlier.
"No he's not!"
"Wait! Do you have firsthand knowledge of his bedroom behavior?” she asks, raising her eyebrows questioningly.
"No!"
"Damn it! Why not? I'm dying to know what that man is hiding under those slacks."
"Jesus, Kara. Even if I did sleep with him, you will never know what he is hiding in his pants."
"What? I thought we were best friends? Best friends tell each everything."
"We are, but that's a bit much don't you think?"
"Fine, I don't need details, but you have to at least compare it to a vegetable it resembles. I bet it’s a large zucchini." She smiles, staring off into space lost in her imagination. "If it will make you more comfortable, I'll start. That guy Jason I was seeing last week, was a small carrot. I'm talking the baby ones you dip in ranch dressing." She winks as I stare at her with my lips curled in disgust.
"That's terrible, Kara."