We ate and continued to talk, the conversation flowing easily between the two of us. I steered the conversation away from her family and we settled onto a friend of hers. Cassie. She talked about all the things they got into during school and how they always had sleepovers. I enjoyed watching her eyes light up with the memories from her childhood as she dove into the more positive memories of her life.
By the time we were done with dinner, we had also finished the bottle of wine I had purchased.
“This is really good wine,” Ava said.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Do you have a favorite?”
“Nope. I haven’t tried many of them. The only drinks I’ve ever had were the ones my mother let me have or the ones my brothers made for me from underneath their bed after Dad fell asleep.”
“Sounds like my twin brothers. They did all sorts of those types of things growing up.”
“What were their names again?” she asked. “Did you ever say?”
“I don’t think so. I might have. Jasper and Leo.”
“Are they identical twins?”
“Nope. Fraternal. But they might as well be identical. They do this weird thing where they can finish each other’s sentences and shit. There was one time Leo had gotten into a car accident, and Jasper just looked at my mother and said ‘Something’s wrong.’ Ten minutes later, the police were calling.”
“You’re kidding,” she said.
“Nope. It’s the weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.”
“I couldn’t imagine being that close to someone,” she said.
“I think it would be nice.”
“So you’ve never been that close to someone?” she asked.
My mind wafted back to my ex as I got up from the table.
“I thought I was once. But it didn’t work out,” I said.
“I’m sorry,” Ava said.
“It’s in the past. Want some more? I can open up another bottle of wine.”
“I think I’ve had plenty. I still have to drive back tonight, so I might not want to overdo it.”
“That’s true. Want some water instead?” I asked.
“How about we just sit on the couch?”
I looked back over at her as I put my wine glass in the sink. She got up from the table and walked over to my couch, sitting down and patting the cushion. I could feel my chest flushing with want. I knew if I sat down with her and felt her skin against mine it would be all over. I had ingested just enough wine for me to taste how tight her pussy would be. That virginal pussy slipping over a cock for the first time.
I drew a deep breath as I turned back to the sink.
“Be there in a sec,” I said.
I ran some cold water over my hands, trying to get my body to settle down. I made my way toward the couch and sat down next to her, feeling her body move closer. I groaned internally, trying my best to keep my wants and wishes at bay. But the moment she laid her head down on my shoulder and sighed, I was done. That sweet little sound and the warmth of her skin pressing against my body. It was too much for me.
I allowed my lips to descend onto the top of her head, kissing her as my arm threaded around her body.
She tilted her lips up to mine and caught my stare. Her eyes burned with a bright passion. A collapsing star ready to implode on itself. I could feel her body trembling as she rose to her knees, her lips inching closer to mine.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
Her eyes danced between mine, taking me in as a small smile spread across her cheeks.