hand and squeezed it. "Do you want to go back with me now or are you going to stay here?"
"I'll stay here for a while.” I needed to think about what just happened.
"'Kay," he said, getting up. "Come get me at the ranch house when you want to go to dinner. Let's leave around six, ‘cause it's a drive."
He kissed me, and I could taste my arousal on him. Then he put his hat back on, ambled over to his horse, got on, and took off up the bluff.
I lay on the towel, feeling sated and warm, and looking forward to a date with Will.
Soup
I'D NEVER PICKED UP a guy on a first date before, I realized, as I headed up the steps to Will's farmhouse, wearing a sleeveless, long, navy blue sundress that reached my ankles, and rope espadrilles. Sure, I’d picked up guys before, I’d asked out guys before, I’d initiated sex with guys before, but this felt different and more intimate—to walk up to his home from my room and get him for dinner. This wasn't a normal date.
Although I bet he asked me to come over because it was more convenient than him hanging around the bunkhouse, I thought that it reflected the strange balance of our relationship. I mean, I met him when he was naked and angry and then he immediately saw me almost-naked. He made the first move on me by making it clear what he wanted to do to me, but I made the actual first move by kissing him. There was a teeter-totter aspect to our new relationship, whatever it was—he didn't have all of the power and neither did I. I wasn’t the type of woman who wanted him to be in charge of everything, make all the arrangements, and come to my door with flowers, sweeping me off of my feet.
He’d already given me candy, though.
And was taking me out to some unknown place where he’d made the arrangements.
Hmmm.
Not gonna think about the feminist thing right now.
Having learned my lesson to not barge in on the first day, I lifted up my fist to pound on the door, but it opened and Will stood there, looking down at me. Fuck me, handsome boy. He was wearing a dark blue, plaid, western-style shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots, but on him the clothes looked like they belonged, rather than a costume. His biceps and shoulders filled out the shirt, and he smelled fresh out of the shower.
Setting aside the politics, I was so amused to be dating a cowboy. I wondered where his hat was.
Before I could do anything, he grasped my wrist firmly, but gently, pulled me in the house, closed the door, pressed me to the wall, and kissed me, the whole length of his body pressing into mine. Naturally, I kissed him back and it was yummy .
"Hello to you, too," I laughed, when I could breathe again. He smiled and kissed my forehead and then took an evaluating look at my face.
"Did this hurt?" he asked, tracing my eyebrow piercing.
"A little," I said, "but it was also a total rush. I understand why people get all sorts of things pierced, because it feels like a high."
"I get the idea of pleasure mixed with pain, darlin'" he responded, looking at me closely.
I shivered at his words.
He traced his finger along the tattoo down the inside of my arm, and then continued, "Let's go get dinner before we don't make it out of here."
We walked over to his truck, which was now clean. I felt honored that he'd washed it for me. He opened my door and helped me up, Gentleman Will on display. Trixie came bounding up to go with us, and he let her up into the truck bed. To add to the list of new experiences that I was compiling this evening, I could now add that I'd never been on a first date with a guy and his dog before.
As we drove down the bumpy dirt road to the freeway, I filled him in on the parts that he'd missed with the kids from last week. He especially wanted to know how Clarissa liked everything and he seemed to really care that they all had a good time.
I didn't notice where we were going until we pulled up to a restaurant in Buellton, a small town near the ranch.
"Pea Soup Andersen's?" I
"I'll stay here for a while.” I needed to think about what just happened.
"'Kay," he said, getting up. "Come get me at the ranch house when you want to go to dinner. Let's leave around six, ‘cause it's a drive."
He kissed me, and I could taste my arousal on him. Then he put his hat back on, ambled over to his horse, got on, and took off up the bluff.
I lay on the towel, feeling sated and warm, and looking forward to a date with Will.
Soup
I'D NEVER PICKED UP a guy on a first date before, I realized, as I headed up the steps to Will's farmhouse, wearing a sleeveless, long, navy blue sundress that reached my ankles, and rope espadrilles. Sure, I’d picked up guys before, I’d asked out guys before, I’d initiated sex with guys before, but this felt different and more intimate—to walk up to his home from my room and get him for dinner. This wasn't a normal date.
Although I bet he asked me to come over because it was more convenient than him hanging around the bunkhouse, I thought that it reflected the strange balance of our relationship. I mean, I met him when he was naked and angry and then he immediately saw me almost-naked. He made the first move on me by making it clear what he wanted to do to me, but I made the actual first move by kissing him. There was a teeter-totter aspect to our new relationship, whatever it was—he didn't have all of the power and neither did I. I wasn’t the type of woman who wanted him to be in charge of everything, make all the arrangements, and come to my door with flowers, sweeping me off of my feet.
He’d already given me candy, though.
And was taking me out to some unknown place where he’d made the arrangements.
Hmmm.
Not gonna think about the feminist thing right now.
Having learned my lesson to not barge in on the first day, I lifted up my fist to pound on the door, but it opened and Will stood there, looking down at me. Fuck me, handsome boy. He was wearing a dark blue, plaid, western-style shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots, but on him the clothes looked like they belonged, rather than a costume. His biceps and shoulders filled out the shirt, and he smelled fresh out of the shower.
Setting aside the politics, I was so amused to be dating a cowboy. I wondered where his hat was.
Before I could do anything, he grasped my wrist firmly, but gently, pulled me in the house, closed the door, pressed me to the wall, and kissed me, the whole length of his body pressing into mine. Naturally, I kissed him back and it was yummy .
"Hello to you, too," I laughed, when I could breathe again. He smiled and kissed my forehead and then took an evaluating look at my face.
"Did this hurt?" he asked, tracing my eyebrow piercing.
"A little," I said, "but it was also a total rush. I understand why people get all sorts of things pierced, because it feels like a high."
"I get the idea of pleasure mixed with pain, darlin'" he responded, looking at me closely.
I shivered at his words.
He traced his finger along the tattoo down the inside of my arm, and then continued, "Let's go get dinner before we don't make it out of here."
We walked over to his truck, which was now clean. I felt honored that he'd washed it for me. He opened my door and helped me up, Gentleman Will on display. Trixie came bounding up to go with us, and he let her up into the truck bed. To add to the list of new experiences that I was compiling this evening, I could now add that I'd never been on a first date with a guy and his dog before.
As we drove down the bumpy dirt road to the freeway, I filled him in on the parts that he'd missed with the kids from last week. He especially wanted to know how Clarissa liked everything and he seemed to really care that they all had a good time.
I didn't notice where we were going until we pulled up to a restaurant in Buellton, a small town near the ranch.
"Pea Soup Andersen's?" I
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