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Christina blushed, realizing we were going to have to waltz back into the room and to Anna together wearing only towels.

"Hmm, well, nothing she hasn't seen before I guess, right?" She stuck my tongue out at me and then giggled as it was my turn to go red in the face.

"Besides, she won't care." She grabbed her towel from the door and passed me mine. "Now lets go to this fancy dinner you keep promising me, I'm starved.”

Chapter 22

Christina

Tyler certainly didn't disappoint on dinner. The place was way classier than any restaurant either I or Anna had ever been to, not to mention way out of our college-student budget. But, Tyler was clearly out to impress, and he did so with flying colors.

“So, who's ready for a surprise?” He grinned at us as we finished off our espressos and shared creme brûlée after dinner, and I raised an eyebrow at my crazy hot older lover.

“Me? I guess?” Anna turned to look at me and shrug. “I mean, I think I am?”

Tyler winked at me as the waitress brought his card and check back over to sign. “Trust me, you're going to love this.”

*****

Even if I hadn't been eighteen years old, and even if I had somehow gotten my hands on a fake ID, I'm pretty sure I still wouldn't be much of a "going out to bars" type of girl. I mean, I'd drank before at parties, but the typical bars that college kids went to were usually loud, obnoxious, and full of drunk boys with terrible lines and grabby hands.

> Tyler, however, was not a college boy, and the place he took us after diner was anything but a typical college bar. The dark brick exterior and the blue neon sign didn't give much away until we were right by the front door.

"Woah, cool!" Anna gasped, as we both suddenly realized where we were.

I stared at Tyler, bemused and totally smitten with where he'd brought us. "How'd you know?" I asked him, nuzzling into his shoulder with a huge grin on my face. It struck me that he and I hadn't quite gotten to that part of our relationship - the "what sort of movies do you watch, what music do you listen to" phase - probably due to the strangeness of our arrangement. I considered him my boyfriend, and he'd called me his girlfriend plenty of times. That he was twice my age, lived a two hour train ride away, and was friends with my parents I just left out of the equation in my head.

He arched his eyebrows conspiratorially. “Miss Ames, I think you’ve been working around my house long enough for me to get a feel for what you listen to.” He grinned. “Plus I saw all those Charlie Parker and Monk albums strewn across that mess you call a dorm room,” he winked and leaned down to kiss my ear.

The jazz club was all ages, shockingly, and the doorman let us in with a knowing smirk at Tyler as he led the two of us way younger looking girls into the darkness of the venue.

A band was crooning out some slow stuff when we walked in, and I was instantly transfixed. A waitress led us to a dark, half-circle booth in the back with a great view of the stage and offered to get us drinks. Tyler got a whiskey and shook his head with a grin when Anna asked for the wine list.

We stuck with sparkling water.

"You know, you could probably get us drinks and no one would bat an eye, Tyler,” Anna said with a little dare in her voice.

I recognized her classic mischievous look, and turned to see Tyler laughing. "I guess I could-”

Anna’s eyes went wide before he laughed and gave her a look. "But, I'm not going to." She pouted, making me giggle.

“I think I'm doing just about enough corrupting of innocent minds without buying alcohol for underage girls, don't you think?" He winked at her before leaning over and kissing my cheek, his hand on my bare knee. “Besides, I have a feeling you’re perfectly capable of getting up to no good without me sneaking you booze, Anna Riley.” She cracked up and I leaned into him, grinning.

Part of me suddenly wanted to tell him the other reason I couldn't drink tonight - even if he’d offered.. But it definitely wasn't the right time to spill that, and though I know she'd never say a word, I wondered if Anna was thinking the same thing.

The music was fantastic, and as we sat back in our dark leather booth and just soaked it in, I found myself snuggling close to him and just enjoying the moment. I was with the man I was crazy about, and my best friend, we were having a great time listening to amazing music, and for the next however long we were here, I didn't have to think at all about the fact that tomorrow he'd be leaving to go back to his life, and that I'd still be here, carrying his unborn and unknown child.

Tyler’s hand was still on my bare knee, below the hem of my skirt. Slowly, as the band oozed into a particularly sultry take on a standard, I could feel his fingers begin to tease my skin as he gradually began to slide his hand higher.

I turned to him, raising a surprised eyebrow at him in the semi-darkness and watching him smirk and shrug at me, before his hand slid even higher on my leg. He was pushing up under my skirt now, and I felt my breath catch. I quickly glanced at Anna, who was thankfully totally engrossed in the music on the stage as I felt Tyler’s hand slide even higher.

His finger slid against the front of my panties, and it took everything I had not to moan right there. The pad of his middle finger began to stroke me there, teasing at my panty-covered lips and making my panties instantly much warmer and wetter as my blood began to pump.

I did my best to look straight ahead, watching the players on the stage and toying with my napkin as his big finger slid up and down my slit, stroking me so deliciously through my panties. He began to slide his digit to the side, teasing at the seam against my thigh before pushing under there.

I moaned as quietly as I could as his fingers moved over my bare lips, pushing deep under my panties and sliding over my slippery folds.

Anna glanced back at me just for a moment, and I grinned at her as if I was just sitting there listening to music, and not trying not to moan as my boyfriend's fingers began to slide into my pussy under the table.


Tags: Madison Faye First Time Erotic