Pleasure for Pleasure by Jamie Sobrato Page A

me.”
    â€œDo I look like that kind of guy?”
    â€œAbsolutely.”
    â€œIn that case, I’ll have to take things nice and slow. Show you what a gentleman I really am.”
    No, no. Please not nice and slow. She flashed what she hoped was a wicked smile. “I’m not interested in gentlemen.”
    â€œNo?” He looked stumped.
    Josie took that opportunity to pounce. Literally. She turned and sat herself down right on top of his lap, straddling him, with her dress pushed up her thighs farther than she’d anticipated. An inch higher and he’d be able to tell what color panties she was wearing.
    â€œI thought I was leading here.”
    â€œSince this is our hypothetical date, I figured it wouldn’t hurt for me to throw you a hypothetical curve ball,” Josie said.
    She shifted her weight forward a bit, and suddenly there was friction between her legs from him. He waspressed against her, so close. His own body was responding, too, she could tell by the growing hardness she felt beneath his jeans. Her insides began to overheat, then melt.
    But then that old familiar feeling of dread filled her abdomen, and sweat broke out on her upper lip. She froze, suddenly unsure if she could really go through with what she’d started.
    He nodded at her position on his lap. “This isn’t hypothetical.”
    â€œOh, right. But you can still show me what you’d do next.”
    â€œI guess I’d have to slide my hand up your dress, to see if the rest of you feels as fine as your thigh does.”
    Josie looked down and saw that his left hand was indeed resting on her thigh. He slowly slid it upward, turning her skin to gooseflesh, until it disappeared under her dress. He paused at her hip and his fingers dipped under the edge of her panties. Oh, so close. Then he stopped, and Josie thought she might scream.
    The muscles in her legs twitched, itching to flee.
    â€œThis is all wrong,” he said.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œThis. You and me. We can’t just hop into bed for our first lesson.”
    â€œI am supposed to be teaching you how to improve your sex life, right?” And teach she would, if he’d just move his hand a little to the right.
    â€œNot like this.” His hand started to move in the wrong direction, back down her thigh.
    â€œThink of it as an assessment. I can’t teach you unless I know your current skill level.”
    Trent shook his head. “Let’s do this right, take it slow.”
    No, he couldn’t be saying what she thought he was saying. She was so close, so ready, so desperate to end this dry spell. And she didn’t intend her next orgasm to be alone in the shower. It was going to be with Trent, and it was going to be tonight—or was it? The urge to run again was so strong, almost as strong as the urge to get it on. The two forces were battling in her gut, and now with Trent providing such an easy out, her cowardly side was gaining strength.
    Could she stay and do the wild thing, or would she just run away again? Josie closed her eyes. When she opened them and caught the way Trent had been watching her when he’d thought she wasn’t looking, she knew exactly what she had to do.

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    T RENT WISHED like hell he hadn’t chosen to wear jeans tonight, and especially not such a snug-fitting pair. He had a hard-on that was threatening to burst his zipper, and the lack of room for it was proving damned uncomfortable.
    He had to get Josie off his lap. Otherwise his plan would be shot. He’d toss it aside in favor of ripping off her dress and making love to her right there on the living room rug. The look of determination in her eyes was downright hypnotic.
    And then he felt his zipper slide down.
    â€œHold it right there,” he said as steadily as he could.
    â€œThat’s exactly what I intend to do,” she whispered with a little smile.
    â€œI mean, stop. We’re not doing this. I