“Deception”

Part 2 of 7

Our dates over the past couple of weeks had been pretty unremarkable. First, we met up that night at the farmer’s market, and I walked with her while she bought herbs that a typical red-blooded American guy…like me…had never even heard of. The whole time I got the sense that we were both cloaking out true intentions within the social more of first-date etiquette. Despite me being several years her senior, she was better skilled at hiding her true intentions. Looking back on it now, she would have done pretty well in my industry, but it’s too late to recruit her now. Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself.

Over the next few nights, we hit all of the classic date venues: dinner, movie, bar, bowling alley, etc. While my lust had been far from slaked by the level of physical intimacy she had cued me to initiate, I found that I was enjoying doing the dance more than usual.

We had made out a bit and I was able to cop a feel of that firm D-cup through her thin white blouse and utterly missing bra. She seemed very into it, but after five minutes of lascivious groping, she quickly stood up and walked a few feet away. I gave chase only to make sure that things were moving at a pace comfortable to her. I expected to have to apologize for pushing beyond her mannerly boundaries, but to my surprise, she was trying to quell a lust I saw rising behind her eyes like a tsunami of desire.

I don’t know what it was about her. In the moment, I was drunk on her naiveté, but in hindsight, maybe she had been casting some sort of Wiccan spell upon me that I had not been ready for. Either way…