“That’snotwhat I want,” she’d cut in quickly, aware that they were probably a spectacle on the sidewalk. “That-that’s not what I want at all. I just didn’t think you...someone like you would ever be...I didn't know—”
“Aren’t we both consenting adults, Lurielle?”
“Yes, but that's—”
“Don’tweget to decide what the real world entails? What does that even mean, anyways? We met on vacation, don’t people meet on vacation every day? If you don’t want to tell our kids where we met, by all means, Bluebell, make somethin’ up. But thisisthe real world for me.”
Every breath in her body seemed to freeze, and the effort she’d been making to inflate her lungs had been abruptly cut off when he bent in half to meet her lips, his thick tusks gently scraping the side of her face, and the fightwhooshedout of her as she gasped into his mouth.
When he pulled back, she’d felt dazed, the entire emotionally confusing week leaving her reeling. Khash was breathing hard through his nose, staring down at her...waiting, she’d realized. Waiting for her to make the next move.
The real world.
“Saturday sounds great.”
Now she was annoyed all over again, and tapped out the text, hitting send before mortification could catch up with her lack of sense.
Look, there are some things you need to know if you want to date for real. My family is fucking crazy. I don’t mean I have a zany uncle who wears a soup bowl on his head at Merryäle, I mean my mom is completely bananas, will hate that you’re an orc, will probably bring a date for me the first time we have dinner with her and my dad.
She sat back, breathing hard. It was all true, and if he wanted life in the real world, he was going to need to deal with real world Bluebell. Leaning over the keyboard, she continued.
My panties are huge. They’re high-waisted, they cover my whole ass. They’re not sexy, they’re not these tiny little things you’ll want to take off with your teeth, but I’m not changing them for you. I’m not wearing thongs, I’m not wearing little hipsters. They’re my underwear, I have to wear them, not you.
There was a brief lag as the message processed before a small green check appeared on the screen.There. Let him be frightened away now,she thought. Several minutes passed and she tried to refocus on her work, when her phone pinged, indicating a response.
Bold of you to assume that taking off giant panties with my teeth isn’t my fetish
Her laugh came out as a strangled honk before she slapped her hand over her mouth, lowering her head in mortification when her co-worker glanced over curiously, as her notification pinged again.
I get a mani/pedi every month. I don’t care if its not manly. I like the way it looks and I like having my feet rubbed. My granddaddy didn’t come home every day from the mines with his hands caked in black for me to not have nice cuticles
This time her giggle was contained. Lurielle was perfectly able to hear his voice in her head, delivering his recitation of things his grandfather wanted for him. Shehadnoticed, actually. His hands had been soft and smooth against her skin, with no ragged cuticles or hangnails. It fit his personality, she decided.
I hope you’re good with a switch, because I’m gonna want you to spank me
She clapped her hand over her mouth once more, shaking in laughter. Somehow, that fit his personality as well.
I thought giant underwear was your fetish?
His response only took a few seconds and had her bouncing her in her seat with mirth and excitement, her ears flushed to a deep red.
I have a lot of kinks, Bluebell. Which you’ll get to discover. But rest assured that big panties on beautiful girls with freckles and thick asses is at the top of my list.
I’m horny just thinking about it
The pompous voice of her team lead approached, and she knew it was time to focus.You’ll see him tomorrow night. Her smile softened as she sent him a final message.
That’s too bad because I need to get to work. We’ll have to continue this later.
Lurielle bit her lip, feeling warmth in her chest that radiated to the tip of her nose.
I can’t wait to see you tomorrow
Her message notification pinged a final time, just before she disconnected the app.
I’m counting the minutes, Bluebell
Have a good day
