“Sort of?” she giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck.
All of her body presses against me and I back up against the mirrored elevator wall.
My body is pressed against hers and I can feel her soft breasts between us.
She can also probably feel how hard I am in my pants.
“Yeah. A couple songs. What else?”
She narrows her eyes to think about it. “He can’t be too caught up in the idea of romance.”
“You want to marry someone who doesn’t believe in love?”
“Not doesn’t believe in it. He just can’t be unrealistic about it.”
“I’m a realist,” I say, lowering my mouth closer to hers again.
“Oh really? A clarinet playing realist?”
“I’m also good in bed.”
“Now that’s something to consider…”
“Fuck considering it. See for yourself.”
I kiss her again and the endorphins explode in my mouth like a fucking Skittles commercial.
“You are delicious,” I moan into her mouth, my hands scratching down her bare back and stopping on her ass.
I grab it in my palms, squeezing hard.
“This is another first for me,” she says.
I pull back and look at her. “Kissing in an elevator?”
“Doing anything with a guy in an elevator besides avoiding the awkward eye contact.”
I think about that.
I don’t think she’s a virgin, but she is definitely a good girl.
And good girls always want to try out being a little bad.
But I want to go slow.
I want her to feel how much she is wanted.
I kiss her again, trailing my lips down the swell of her chest.
“Let’s play a game…” I say. “It’s calledhow many new things can we do in an elevator before we get to floor 67?”
She kisses me, a sweet innocent kiss. “That’s one.”
Then I trace my fingers down the halter straps of her dress until my fingertips are hovering over her nipples.
I tuck them inside the hem and pull it down just enough to tug the front of her dress down, revealing her breasts.
Beautiful.
