“Let's go.” I open the front door and usher her through with a firm grip on her ass.
* * *
The diner is almost full, but Connie manages to snag us the booth I want near the back. People are looking. Claudia stands out like a sore thumb just because she's with me, but everyone is polite as usual even if they can't stop staring. With a hand on her back, I guide Claudia into the side of the booth facing the back wall.
“Sit here and keep your jacket on.”
She doesn't respond, but she obeys.
Connie brings our menus and Claudia hesitates for a moment when she's asked what she would like. I tell her to go on and order what she wants.
“With your consent, I might be in control,” I say when we’re alone again. “But I will never tell you what to eat. That’s ridiculous.”
“I would have to agree with you there.” She glances over her shoulder, but no one is looking at us. Everyone has turned back to their own meals and conversations.
“Show me your tits. Pull down your shirt. Don’t worry. No one can see you.” The booth backs are high and she’s facing the rear wall of the place. This is a show for me and me only.
She hesitates for a moment, then slips her tits out of her top. She sits back to keep her nipples from touching the metal edge that wraps around the table. The tips are hard either way though.
“Do you like having your nipples fucked with?”
She swallows. “Yes. They are pretty sensitive.”
“Can you come if I play with them just right?”
“I’ve been close.”
“We’ll have to test that out. Tell me more about yourself. We don’t have to talk about what happened, but like you said, we should know each other.”
“Keep it basic and ice breakery,” she says. Her voice wavers. She’s a ballsy chick, but she’s not used to being exposed like this. Whether anyone can see her or not.
“Yeah, that’ll work. Close your jacket,” I say as I see Connie come out from behind the counter. Claudia panics even though she has plenty of time to cover up. She’s concealed when our food is deposited on the table.
“Get you guys anything else?” Connie asks with a bright smile. I defer to Claudia.
“No, I’m fine thank you.”
“You just holler if you change your mind.” We thank her and Connie pats Claudia on the shoulder before she heads back up front.
“Tits out again,” I say. “I want to look at them while I eat. You were saying.” I take a bite of my pancakes and wait for her to answer.
“Um, I’m a Gemini? My dad was Swedish and my mom was from Grenada. We lived there until I was seven. I’m allergic to mango. Which is a shame because I love it.”
“You allergic to anything else?” I say between bites. She hasn’t touched her waffle or her eggs yet.
“No.”
“Just like I’m not going to tell you what to eat, I’m not going to stop you from eating. You can eat and talk. I know you’re hungry.”
“Right.” She picks up her fork. I decide to do the talking until most of her food is gone.
“I’m an Aquarius. I've never read my horoscope so don't expect me to know what that means.” She smiles and I know she has no clue how long I'm going to spend kissing her once we leave this place.
“I'm technically an only child even though my parents have three more kids. I've never met them. Don't worry. I'm not torn up about it.”
“Okay,” she says, her tone skeptical around a mouthful of eggs.
“I'm six-six if you were wondering. Even though I live in the woods, I hate camping.”
