Dr. Adrian
I thought I would pee on myself when Bianca arrived at my room. I thought she wasn't coming. In fact, I prayed that she wouldn't come. I don't know what the hell happened to me since I met her. Since I touched her. It was as if my body had been on fire since then. I didn't touch any other woman. My mind was only on her, and had been, since I'd left Stella last night, without ejaculating.
I went back home and jerked off, remembering every inch of Bianca's body. I have never lost myself to another woman in the way that I had with Bianca. It was as if she was a witch and she'd thrown some spells on me. I have never been terrified of any woman before. For God's sake, I am the most experienced womanizer around and yet, there I was, trembling in front of this virginal girl as if I had never seen a set of breasts before, as if I had never in my life had sexual intercourse of any kind.
There's something different about her though. Her showing up and telling me that she'd been touched before and that she gave the best oral pleasure in town; that had been a surprise. I felt jealous and angry, and impotent.
I wanted her though. I wanted to be her first, maybe her last. Admittedly, she is brave and strong, and it was hard for me to imagine the scenario she'd described, but her confidence was a turn on for me. I have never met anyone like her in my entire life. When she told me that she was afraid of falling in love with me though, that was frightening. It means that she feels something towards me in the same way that I do for her, and I couldn't handle the idea that I might not ever see her again. I hopped off my chair and blocked her path, preventing her from going out.
As a compromise, I invited her to dinner so that we could talk.
I have never done that. Talk to a girl. What the fuck was I thinking? I fooled around with women, had them to my house, but only to show them my bed. It was sex. Nothing more, nothing less. Now I was asking this girl to go on a date with me?! I was acting weird. I knew it, but I'd lost sight of who I was.
She accepted my offer and her every move gave me signals that she was seducing me. Then again, maybe I was just jumping to conclusions, because I wanted her so much.
I don't know why I was so shocked when I saw the car that she was driving. It could have been because Stella has the same car. But I didn't think anything more about it. It was obviously nothing more than a coincidence.
She asked me to drive her, and I was so happy, but when she leaned close to me, she was so close to me, and she smelled so good, that I nearly ejaculated in my trousers. I couldn't resist her beauty, but I had no desire to make a fool of myself -- but I wasn't making good decisions.
I moved my hands on her thighs, which made her flinch. Her breath was labored and I could see her breasts rise and fall. I whispered into her ear. I said, "Don't open fire on the devil because you won't be able to kill him."
I don't know why I said that. It was nonsensical. It made no sense. Perhaps, in my own weird way, I was warning her to stay away from me? Maybe I was afraid and I was doing my best, subconsciously, to push her away.
She smirked and laughed. "Don't worry," she said. "I can handle your devil... so long as you don't beg to fuck."
She caught me off guard with her riveting eyes. She wanted me to know that she could resist my charm and my touch.
I nodded and we drove to the restaurant without saying any other words. I glanced at her from time to time, but she was ignoring me. She didn't even look at me until we'd reached the restaurant. I got out and opened her door for her politely, wanting to see how impressed she'd be.
According to her, I still wasn't welcome to take her heart in between my palms! I saw it as a challenge though, and I accepted the challenge.
She placed her hands over my shoulder and looked at me curiously. "Is this alright?" she wondered, "or are you afraid of being caught by your woman or your girl in there?"
I laughed hysterically because, for me, that was a joke. Afraid? I wished that I could explain what kind of man she was dealing with. I bent my arms around her waist and leaned to her earlobe. "Not me," I whispered. "No woman on earth could make me scared. Not even a virgin girl like you. Ms. Blowjob." I teased her and she raised her brow, dumbfounded by my words. I admit that that was harsh and impolite, but she started it.
Once we stepped inside, I asked the manager for a table. She bit her lips as she looked at me. "Wow," she exclaimed, "You got us a table instantly. I guess you are a regular guest here. I wonder what kind of women you bring here!"