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Finally, I received a call from Patricia. My long wait had come to an end, and we decided to meet up at a restaurant in the evening. I had already lost hope and thought she had erased my number. Thank God, she did call me. I was surprised.

It was already evening. I was on my way to the restaurant in my best outfit. Damn, excited. Is it a lame word? I don’t know. I am not sure how to put into words what I am feeling at present. I am not going to act like the last time I was a complete idiot in front of her. She is not like any other bitch I have met till now, and I need to take everything slowly with her. I am carving to touch her and want to taste a lot more things, but I have long waited for this moment, and I don’t want to ruin it by bringing my dick in between. I want to work out something with her slowly and study.

I reached, made my way towards the restaurant, and was waiting for her. After a few minutes, she entered, not only capturing my attention but also that of everyone present in this restaurant. She was looking dazzling, like always, with her signature smile. I greeted her by kissing her chin, and her aroma was fucking awesome.

This was the first time we were very close to each other. I pulled a chair for her, she took her seat, and I took mine. We were staring at each other for a few seconds. Being a duffer again, I was completely mute in front of her. I was not getting what to talk about with her; common starters start by asking usual stuff like, hi, hello, how are you? The waitress came to take our orders. After a few seconds, once again, she broke the silence and spoke, “Hi, Mr. Anderson, do you behave this way with every girl you meet?” “I am sorry, I was not getting how to start a conversation.” “And I am hearing this from a playboy?” “Oh, please, no, not that title, and please call me by my first name; no formalities.” “Noted, Randolph, most of the time you are recognized by that title. I am not going to judge you based on that. Don’t give a damn to anyone’s opinion. I like the way you are, can you bit loosen up please, or else you are going to ruin our dinner date”, “What a date?“, “What else do you think unless you got something else”, “No, no, I was bit of a shock to hear from you”, “Why not see even I couldn’t resist your charm this meeting would have been soon I was caught up in my work finally here I am thinking as a date and my date is getting detached”, “Please stop it, I was waiting for your call thought you totally forgot”, “As I said even I couldn’t escape your charm quite getting why girls at least once want to hook up with you”, “Should I consider it as a compliment”, “Yes absolutely I like the way you are no need to feel awkward about anything”, “Wait what?” She was smiling, and I was staring at her, wanting to hear once more, “This means I am not going to hear again,” and “Maybe if you are lucky enough.”.

This was enough of a boost to start something. I am not only the one who is thinking about proceeding further; Patricia too is this match made in heaven, feeling like one. If she enters my life as my life partner, I am going to be one lucky bastard.

In the meantime, our orders were served, we started having them, and she started to speak about her life from the basics. I am so not into that stuff, but it was Patricia, not willingly. I was listening partly, and my eyes started wandering, checking her thoroughly, as it was the first time I got this close to her. I want to study her beauty, or else it will be a waste. To impress me, she had done a makeover to her best, looking exquisite, so if I didn’t enjoy it, who else would?

I started scrutinizing her, starting from her lips—those pink lips matching lipstick, maybe a glossy one. When the hell am I going to get a chance to kiss that one so badly? I want to suck and lick till it turns red. Her face does not need any makeup; she is a natural beauty; without applying anything, she will glow for sure. Her dress perfectly matches her figure, giving her unique beauty. What a figure! She had matching earrings and nail polish. When the hell did I start observing these minor things? Nail polish, oh God. Her neck chain—oh god, her neck I should have stopped my eyes over there, but it fell on her boobs. Wow, I gulped down once because my imagination started to get wild. Worse, my member started to react. This is not the best time. Bloody pervert observing in detail will be the result.

I was trying to distract myself when she was sitting right in front of me. How the hell was I going to succeed in diverting my mind? I couldn’t take it anymore. I excused myself and went towards the washroom. A bloody, perverted bastard always acts like an idiot in front of her. I was splashing water on my face to control my urges. After a few minutes, I went back and took my seat. She spoke, “Is everything okay, Randolph?” “Yes, I am. Sorry for that stomach upset.” “Really?” She was giving a mischievous smile and spoke, “I got that effect on guys. “What effect are you talking about?” “Your stomach upset was your lame reason,” she started laughing great. She found out, “Relax, will you? You are so worked up.” We finished our dinner, paid our bill, and started walking towards the exit.

The wind was blowing, and the weather was so good that we were walking side-by-side. Passersby were stopping, giving looks, and taking photos too. Before, I did not like these things, but now I started to like everything very much because it was with her, Ms. Patricia Davis, my longtime crush. She stopped facing me and said, ”Kiss me.” I was shocked. I guess from everything I had done so far, she knew I was not going to take any steps, so she kissed me, and I was stunned for the first time. From a kiss, I was not reacting; she broke the kiss and was laughing, seeing my face. When I was going to stop being an idiot in front of her, meanwhile, we approached her car.

Before entering the car, she kissed me again; this time I was not going to miss it. I reacted soon. I tightly grasped her waist and brought it near me. I started reciprocating her kiss this time, making sure to explore her mouth completely. We broke our kiss, and we were seeing each other carving for more. I should agree; she was a good kisser. She spoke, ”Next time you are going to take initiative.” Wait, what initiative exactly is she talking about again? “When are you going to feel comfortable around me?” I was talking about calling and texting Mr. I took the first step and made everything easy for you. Now it’s your turn; were your thoughts going wild”? “If I say ‘yes’ will you be offended?” She held my collar near her face and spoke, “Of course not; for your information, I am not that easy; I want you to carve for me; whenever you get hard on, it should be because of me; you should masturbate a few times thinking about me, then maybe you will get what you want.” Wow, I was thrilled and quite aroused too. “It looks like a challenging task.” “I am challenging Mr.,” “And I love challenges, Ms.” “I will be waiting for your call.” By pecking me, she bids goodbye. I am totally gone case.

The next few days, I was so busy that I didn’t find time to meet Patricia. We were calling and texting each other. One fine weekend, I was thinking of taking her somewhere, so I called her to ask if she was free. Thank God, she was free. I gave her a few options for where we could go, and she selected the beach.

I got a beach house, so the same weekend I went to the beach. When she said she would make me carve for her, she made sure to keep her word. She showed me literally hell for two days. She was teasing me by wearing sexy swimsuits in front of me. She would sway her ass and reveal boobs. I wanted to rip that, but no, I wanted her for sure, but I didn’t want to act like only for sex. I need her. I am expecting much more.

We explored the beach, eating, drinking, kissing, foreplaying—that’s it except sex; we were done with everything else. From this trip, one thing was sure: my carving for her had reached the next level, desperately waiting to fuck her. Never before have I taken this long a gap before fucking any girl; they were hardly holding themselves when they were around me; it was like places have been reversed. I am not able to hold myself back, but that doesn’t mean I am going to take any steps. Nope, whatever image she already has in her mind will be proven. I want to erase my playboy image, and I should take action at the earliest.

It’s been a month, and everything with Patricia is not only good but great. She had already met my family, and my mother fell in love with her and was very happy for me when I informed her how serious I was with Patricia. My sister didn’t like her at first, but when I explained to her how serious I was with Patricia, she gave her a chance. Both of them loved Patricia for my sake in a genuine way.

Rumors started spreading about us when she openly kissed me for the first time. We didn’t discuss anything till now, so I guess we will go with the flow. I was with my friends, sipping a drink and talking about random stuff, when I received a call from Patricia asking me where I was. In no time, she was in the pub, and everyone in the room was shocked to see her. Each of them had an eye on her when she showed up, and they got confirmation that something was going on between both of us.

I introduced her to everyone, and she mingled with them so quickly that it was not like she had met everyone for the first time. This side of hers was very enchanting to see—a spontaneous act. We were not able to take our hands off each other. In between kissing, her hands were roaming everywhere, and she was whispering dirty words in my ear. Oh god, she was driving me crazy. I couldn’t take it anymore. I dragged her from that room, and by giggling, she was following me.

We were in the car when I said, “You are killing me; do you know that?” “Am I baby?” Again, she started her act of seducing me, her hands roaming everywhere, especially teasing my member. How long can I hold? She was not leaving me to concentrate on driving; hardly my eyes were on the road. “Baby, are you that easy to kill?” By then, she started stroking my member. I was shocked. My breathing was getting heavy. OK, we are not going to reach home today. If she doesn’t stop what she is doing, we will end up in the hospital. I said, “I am not able to concentrate. Will you stop it?” She came near my ear and spoke, “Make me, baby. I am dying here. Make me stop by thrusting inside me. I can’t hold it anymore.” Thank God we reached our flat; it was the nearest place. Would I miss this opportunity? Like hell. I had been longing for this for many days. I immediately kissed her like a beast, finding his long-lost mate. We didn’t break our kiss until we entered our apartment. We were so desperate, craving each other. Finally, lust took us, and we ended up having sex.

I wanted to thrust her; I wanted to hear my name from her mouth; she is fucking ‘pro’ and was giving me good competition on the bed too. What a girl I found! We were competing in giving orgasms to each other; she is damn good at giving blowjobs; she is fucking good at everything; she is a bloody genius on the bed too. I was clean and bold to her completely.

I am not able to count how many times we had sex, and for the first time, I was exhausted from having ’sex″. Wow, from everything for sure, Patricia was also exhausted; she was sleeping peacefully beside me. I was watching her face. This girl should be mine at any cost; I cannot take any chances of losing her because of my past doing. I should act soon. I want to get rid of my image, which she already has. I want to throw unwanted things at the as soon as possible, and I want to show her how serious I was with her. I want to be honest and transparent. I should start getting rid of everything, starting from my company.