came to the table. “And if you don’t mind, we’re ready to order.”
Voncile ordered a T-bone steak, and Kasen ordered a chicken wrap, along with a shot of Hennessy.
“Okay. Now, where were we?” Voncile asked when the waiter left the table to get their drinks.
Kasen was eager to hear Voncile’s story. “Stop teasing me,” he said. “Tell me what happened between the two of you.”
“You mean what didn’t happen. I was hyped; I was ready. I was sooo excited about being intimate with him.” She took a deep breath then blew it out in a huff. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but when he pulled it out, I wanted to cry. I was like, ‘Okay, girl, just work with it and do your best.’ But after two long strokes, it was over. Then that fool had the nerve to lay there like he had done something.”
Kasen was laughing out loud. He almost felt bad for the guy, even though he’d never met him.
“And that was the last time I ever saw him,” Voncile said to finish her story.
“Two strokes? Come on, Voncile. You’re lying. You can do better than that.”
She shook her head adamantly. “I thought he could too, but obviously not. I am telling you the truth, and when I tell you I shed tears that night, I’m not lying.”
“So now you’re telling me you cried? Cried for what?”
“Because I was highly disappointed. I had never experienced anything so horrible, and don’t you dare sit there and act like men can’t have bad penises.”
“How in the hell am I supposed to know?” Kasen laughed, and so did Voncile. “It’s just that the two stroke thing seems far-fetched, and I can’t envision you crying just because the sex was bad.”
Voncile playfully rolled her eyes. “Well, I did, and two strokes were all I got. Trust me, I counted.”
“That’s bad. Real bad. But if that did happen, it’s a compliment to you. Your stuff must be so good that the man couldn’t control himself,” Kasen joked.
“Not good, but spectacular. And even you ever want to try it for yourself, just let me know.” Voncile laughed to play down her bluntness, but she wanted to see how Kasen would respond. They kidded around with each other from time to time, but neither one of them had ever put a clear offer on the table.
He definitely paused for a minute, so she knew he’d heard her and understood it was not a joke. But unlike in her many fantasies, he didn’t take her up on the offer. Instead, he looked up at the waiter, who was delivering their drinks to the table, like he was grateful for the interruption.
“Thanks, man. Perfect timing,” he said as he took the Hennessy from him and downed it in one gulp.
There was an awkward moment between them as Voncile’s proposition hung in the air between them. The offer had filled Kasen’s head with images of the two of them, naked in his office, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. She was a beautiful woman—he had always found her attractive—but he didn’t want to take advantage of her. He appreciated the close friendship they’d had, and as tempting as it might be, using her to soothe some of his pain for the night wasn’t what he wanted to do. For her part, Voncile figured she had laid the groundwork by putting the offer out there, but she wasn’t about to start begging. So, to escape the awkwardness they were feeling, they made small talk until the waiter delivered their food.
“Oh my God,” Voncile said, looking at the juicy steak he placed in front of her. “This thing is huge. You’ve got to help me eat this, Kasen. I had no idea it would be this big.”
“Well, if you insist,” Kasen said. “Pour on some of that A.1. sauce and gimme a bite.”
Voncile happily did as he asked, slicing a piece of steak and reaching across the table to feed it to him. Her eyes remained focused on his thick lips as he ate the steak. She wanted to jump across the table and taste those lips. The way his mouth moved, she could tell he was proficient at
Voncile ordered a T-bone steak, and Kasen ordered a chicken wrap, along with a shot of Hennessy.
“Okay. Now, where were we?” Voncile asked when the waiter left the table to get their drinks.
Kasen was eager to hear Voncile’s story. “Stop teasing me,” he said. “Tell me what happened between the two of you.”
“You mean what didn’t happen. I was hyped; I was ready. I was sooo excited about being intimate with him.” She took a deep breath then blew it out in a huff. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but when he pulled it out, I wanted to cry. I was like, ‘Okay, girl, just work with it and do your best.’ But after two long strokes, it was over. Then that fool had the nerve to lay there like he had done something.”
Kasen was laughing out loud. He almost felt bad for the guy, even though he’d never met him.
“And that was the last time I ever saw him,” Voncile said to finish her story.
“Two strokes? Come on, Voncile. You’re lying. You can do better than that.”
She shook her head adamantly. “I thought he could too, but obviously not. I am telling you the truth, and when I tell you I shed tears that night, I’m not lying.”
“So now you’re telling me you cried? Cried for what?”
“Because I was highly disappointed. I had never experienced anything so horrible, and don’t you dare sit there and act like men can’t have bad penises.”
“How in the hell am I supposed to know?” Kasen laughed, and so did Voncile. “It’s just that the two stroke thing seems far-fetched, and I can’t envision you crying just because the sex was bad.”
Voncile playfully rolled her eyes. “Well, I did, and two strokes were all I got. Trust me, I counted.”
“That’s bad. Real bad. But if that did happen, it’s a compliment to you. Your stuff must be so good that the man couldn’t control himself,” Kasen joked.
“Not good, but spectacular. And even you ever want to try it for yourself, just let me know.” Voncile laughed to play down her bluntness, but she wanted to see how Kasen would respond. They kidded around with each other from time to time, but neither one of them had ever put a clear offer on the table.
He definitely paused for a minute, so she knew he’d heard her and understood it was not a joke. But unlike in her many fantasies, he didn’t take her up on the offer. Instead, he looked up at the waiter, who was delivering their drinks to the table, like he was grateful for the interruption.
“Thanks, man. Perfect timing,” he said as he took the Hennessy from him and downed it in one gulp.
There was an awkward moment between them as Voncile’s proposition hung in the air between them. The offer had filled Kasen’s head with images of the two of them, naked in his office, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. She was a beautiful woman—he had always found her attractive—but he didn’t want to take advantage of her. He appreciated the close friendship they’d had, and as tempting as it might be, using her to soothe some of his pain for the night wasn’t what he wanted to do. For her part, Voncile figured she had laid the groundwork by putting the offer out there, but she wasn’t about to start begging. So, to escape the awkwardness they were feeling, they made small talk until the waiter delivered their food.
“Oh my God,” Voncile said, looking at the juicy steak he placed in front of her. “This thing is huge. You’ve got to help me eat this, Kasen. I had no idea it would be this big.”
“Well, if you insist,” Kasen said. “Pour on some of that A.1. sauce and gimme a bite.”
Voncile happily did as he asked, slicing a piece of steak and reaching across the table to feed it to him. Her eyes remained focused on his thick lips as he ate the steak. She wanted to jump across the table and taste those lips. The way his mouth moved, she could tell he was proficient at
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