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words,
coupled with his fingers, set my insides on fire.  I blushed, confused,
but I was unable to look away from him. 
    Dinner lasted for
approximately three days, and I don’t remember a thing about it except that it
was good.  And there was no surf clam.  Tad did all the usual
attentive date things – he kept eye contact with me, he rubbed my hand,
his leg bumped up against my leg just a little more often than chance, and occasionally
he would lean in and whisper something in my ear.  But the somethings he
whispered were alternately explicit and commanding.  He’d tenderly lean
over and brush my hair aside to ask me how wet my pussy was, then the next time
he leaned forward he’d quietly inform me that in less than an hour, he was
going to tie me up and make me come. 
    Finally, Hayley brought
the check and disappeared with Tad’s credit card.  I excused myself to the
restroom, but Tad stopped me.  “You aren’t going to touch yourself, are
you?  I’m going to be the only one to make you orgasm tonight, Alex. 
Don’t take advantage of your privacy.”
    I bit my lip. 
“You jerk.  That hadn’t even occurred to me – until you said
that.” 
    I wobbled off to the
bathroom on a cloud of endorphins and sake.  When I sank down on the
toilet, I propped my head in my hands and tried to think.  Don’t
touch.  Ok.  But wasn’t there something else I was supposed to
do? 
    Shit!  Lisa! 
I pulled my phone out of my bag.  One missed text from about an hour ago:  Having fun gf?
    I replied, No! 
He’s teasing me.  Going to his house to scratch the itch.  Thx.
    Almost immediately,
Lisa replied.  Have fun.  Be safe.  Dont forget curfew. 
:)
    We’d agreed ahead of
time, as we usually did, that I’d text her by midnight with an “I’m ok” code
word.  Tonight’s word, of course, was “dirty.”  If she didn’t hear
from me, or heard some other reply, she’d call and rescue me.  Usually, we
used this trick to get each other out of boring dates, but we thought it’d work
just as well for a possibly dangerous one. 
    The text exchange left
me a little more clearheaded, so I finished up in the ladies’ and sauntered out
to the parking lot with a bit more composure.  After the arctic blast of
the restaurant’s air conditioning, the humid 85 degree night air was like
stepping into a sauna.  Tad was waiting just outside the door, and I
slipped out of my shell and handed it to him. 
    He gave me a rakish
grin as we walked to my car.  “Well, were you a good girl?”
    I scowled at him. 
“I’m never a good girl, but I did what you asked this time.”
    He stopped at my car
door and blinked at me.  “Are you frustrated, beautiful girl?  Just
hold on a little longer.”
    The same phrases he’d
used when he fingered me in the park.  My pussy throbbed relentlessly and
I groaned.  “God, Tad, you’re killing me.” 
    He leaned in and kissed
me.  His tongue demanded entry to my mouth, and his whole body pushed me
against my car.  I could feel his long hard cock pulsing against my
stomach, and more than anything, I wanted it inside me.  I squirmed my
burning pussy, trying to rub against his leg if nothing else, but Tad suddenly
broke the kiss.  He grabbed my hips and pushed me away, pinning me to the
car inches from his jeans.  I balled my hands in fists and breathed
deeply.  A few moments later, I looked up at Tad.
    “No more freebies,
Alex.  Come to my house and let me play with you.  You’ll love it, I
promise.” 
    I unclenched one hand
and dug for my keys.  “Yes.  Please.”
    “Follow me, beautiful.”
    ***
    Tad lived in a nice
part of East Memphis, in an older home set on an unexpectedly large lot. 
I parked behind him in the driveway and followed him in, looking around
curiously.  The house had high plaster ceilings and hardwood floors, but
the floor plan was so open and modern that I knew it had been updated.  It
was furnished in a tasteful traditional