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boldness. Stephen removes his jacket, and busies himself with a bottle of liquor.
    â€œI suppose I’d rather you call me that, than a struggling pastry chef living in a bachelor apartment.” Or another Sugar Baby, for that matter.
    â€œI like to give you more credit than that! You’re so much more. Here’s to the great and significant things you will accomplish in your life, Kat.” At that, he hands me a small glass and clinks his against mine. We down the liquid in one gulp. “A tour?”
    â€œPlease!” I catapult myself off the chair, feeling a renewed tipsiness. We walk through the spacious living and dining room, to a guest room and ensuite bathroom, complete with walk in wardrobe, and jacuzzi tub. We peek in an office, only slightly more disorganized than the rest of the condo. This looks like the only room that actually gets used on a regular basis. The rest could be a freshly made up hotel. Which brings us to Stephen’s bedroom.
    â€œDo you even use your bed?”
    â€œSometimes, I do. Yes.”
    â€œSo, you have another house?”
    â€œMm hm, I do.”
    â€œAhh. The mystery is unravelling,” I say, turning my attention from the room, to him. We’re standing very close to one another, and I continue to gaze at him, blissfully, stupidly smiling. He turns his face towards mine.
    â€œAm I such an enigma?”
    â€œI haven’t decided yet,” I say, just before I lean in, our lips meeting for the first time. Mine are slightly numb from the booze, but his are immaculate. A very close shave makes his mouth incredibly soft, yet powerful in the way it works over my lips. He kisses me back aggressively, his mouth tasting of the sweetness of alcohol, and I instantly feel myself moisten. I press our clothed bodies into each other, my arms draped around his shoulders, and I feel the beginning of a bulge hitting me slightly in the stomach. Forever the gentleman, he waits for my cue to continue; luckily the booze gives me a boost of confidence that allows me to unbutton his shirt as we kiss. I even give him the tip of my tongue, darting it teasingly into his mouth as I do so. I feel him smile, no doubt amused by my sudden burst of lust. Wearing no underwear, as my dress technically is underwear, my nipples visibly harden through it, and as I press my pelvis into his leg, it registers that I may be wetting the front of it as well. Despite my desperate need, for I haven’t slept with someone since my last boyfriend, I carefully peel his shirt from his shoulders, respectful of how expensive it might be. We kick off our shoes. Unbuckling his belt might be a bigger step than I’m ready for at the moment, but I have no issue with pulling my entire dress over my head, revealing my naked body. I’ve always been confident about it, and have always been rather lean and athletic, despite my larger breasts, which I usually cram into a sports bra. In fact, I was secretly awaiting the moment to reveal it to him.
    â€œYou’re right,” Stephen says under his breath. “I definitely need to start calling you something else.” I pull him towards me, as I sit, then lay onto the bedspread. He obediently follows, leaning over me with his lips moving from my mouth, to my neck, down my chest, to my breasts. He positively worships them, taking his time in licking the nipples, massaging them in his hands, and open mouthed kissing the entirety of them, all the way till he’s practically under my arms. Which he kisses, as well. He takes each arm, encouraging them to relax in a position over my head, as he licks the undersides of each of them. I continue to press my hips into him, now very clearly feeling his erection through his pants as I do so.
    â€œHow about goddess?” He ponders, moving down my stomach, to my pussy.
    â€œMmmm,” I moan, not at all expecting this type of sex from our arrangement. He teases me, mercilessly kissing the top