Chapter Four

Benson

I brought the Thai delivery back into the apartment and sat it on the coffee table next to our drinks. Andie is still sitting on the couch where I left her, like a good girl.

“That was quick,” she said to me, “I hope you don’t do everything that quick.”

I have to do everything I can to hold back from showing her just how slow I can take some things. “Not everything.” I glance at her and wink

I open up all of the to-go boxes and we sit down and have a nice meal and continue to talk about everything and of course be a little flirtatious, meaningly or not.

“Would you like to watch a movie?” I ask Andie, unsure what she would like to do.

“Sure. Nothing scary or gore.” She replied.

“Comedy? Romance? Something like that?” I asked her.

“Absolutely wonderful, yes.” She replied as she took a bite of her food. “Oh amazing. This is wonderful.”

I glance over at her as I’m flipping through the streaming app on the television. “You like?”

“Oh, yes. This tastes amazing.” She replied.

“I have something that tastes amazing you might like.” I said to her, flirtatiously.

“Oh I’m sure you do. Maybe I can try that for dessert.” She says to me as she takes another bite of her meal.

I glance back at her, impressed that she is keeping up with my flirtatious behavior. “Well okay then.”

I found a movie, and joined her in our meal. “Wow, this is wonderful. It’s usually not this delicious.” I said to her.

“You sure you’re not thinking about how delicious I am?” Andie glanced over at me and winked.

I kind of choked on my food, definitely not expecting that. “Well, that I am. You got me.”

This woman has my same sense of flirtatious behavior, she’s just all around great and I really hope that after today, she will come back and spend more time with me. I’d love to go back home and be able to tell my mom that I have finally found a girl. She’s definitely the girl of my mom’s dreams! Mine too!

I’m trying not to think about how to get out tonight to go do the unaliving that this unknown number contacted me about earlier. I want to spend the night with Andie, or at least as much time with her as I can. I can only lead back to how I am going to leave without being suspicious? The hit is just down the street, I could literally do it from my apartment. Do I want to do that? Probably not, but could I? Probably.

As we finish up our meal, I pour Andie another drink. I definitely don’t want to get her too intoxicated, or myself either. “Could I get a bottle of water by chance, Benson?” Andie asked me with her sweet voice.

“Absolutely, anything for my girl.” I said. Oh did I just say that? I don’t want to scare her off thinking that I’m claiming ownership over her this early. After tonight, she is my girl though, right?

My mom would do absolutely anything to marry me off to a woman that is, this, perfect for me. I’m not sure where Andie stands but if it was up to me, I’d be down for that too.

I walk back over to the couch with our drinks. It truly is taking all the strength I have not to start kissing her. I definitely would love to right now, but is it too soon? Would I seem too desperate, player-like?

Andie looks up at me, as I approach her with her drinks, and winks. Is a wink a sign? Does she want me to kiss her? I place my drink down on the coffee table and lean in and give her a kiss on the forehead. The forehead? Benson, what is wrong with you? She licks her lips, signaling for mine to meet hers. I lean back away from her, glancing from her lips up to her eyes.

“Well,” she says to me.

I lean in and lock my lips onto hers, enjoying every second of how her lips feel on mine. I feel her fingers running through my hair, almost gripping as if to claim ownership over me. Should I continue, I think to myself? I don’t want her to think more than kissing tonight, literally the first day I met her, meaning that is all I want.

I feel her fingers begin down my back and I’m leaning over her. I pull my lips away from her, waiting for her eyes to open and look up at me. “Is something wrong?” She asked me as she looked deep into my eyes.

I licked my lips, her sweet taste on my lips. “Um, no. Are you okay?” I asked her in return, making sure this was okay to continue. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.”

She adjusts herself on the couch, making me feel like she doesn’t want to continue. I back away and sit next to her. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Andie looks at me, confused as if I didn’t want to continue, as if she wasn’t okay with this. “Benson?” She quietly calls my name.

I glance over at her looking at me. “Yes?”

Andie leans in kissing my cheek, “could I use the bathroom?”

“Sure, it’s down the hall.” I slouch back into the couch, almost as if to give up on trying to go any further with her tonight. Maybe it’s for the best? I definitely don’t want her to think that I’m a player, a one-night-stand type of guy.

I reach up and grab my drink, take a sip and slouch back down. As I hear the bathroom door open, I glance up to see the woman of my dreams standing in the walkway with a t-shirt on. Her work t-shirt barely covered her panties. I sit here looking at her, speechless, if you can believe that. The man who has been sitting here flirting with this woman all evening, I have nothing to say.

Andie begins walking over to me as I still sit here slouching on the couch. I definitely begin to feel some type of way. My pants begin to tighten, he definitely wants to be freed.

Andie

Should I really be doing this right now? I don’t want him to think that I’m a slut, I’m truly not like this. I haven’t been with a guy in, wow I don’t know how long but my last time was with a long term boyfriend. A fiance actually. In my twenty six years of life, I have been with three people. My ex-fiance who I was with for three years, a year long relationship prior to that and a girlfriend I had in college. Yes, a girlfriend. It was definitely a time in my life that was challenging, confusing. I can honestly say that I haven’t been attracted to any of them as much as I’m attracted to this man sitting on the couch right now.

As I begin to slowly walk over to him, hoping he doesn’t realize that I intentionally left my pants in the bathroom, I pray he feels the same way and is okay with this. I approach him, thinking about how I just want to take that shirt off. I want to see where that tattoo leads, I want to trace his tattoo with my tongue. I have always been attracted to tattoos, well tasteful ones.

I approach the couch, place my knee on one side of him and the other knee on the other side of him. I am sitting back far enough to start unbuttoning his shirt. I have not said a word since returning from the bathroom and to my surprise, he is okay with this. I begin to see more of his tattoo covering the one side of his chest, his arm, his side. As I get down to the lower half of his shirt, pulling it out from being tucked into his pants, I notice that his tattoo continues down into his pants. Wow, I wonder how much of this body I’m going to be tracing?

Benson sits up enough to take down his shirt off of his body. Still silent, watching every move I make. I move in closer to him, feeling how excited he is. I begin to kiss his lips again as I feel his hands moving up my thighs. I lean back away from him and undo his belt. Benson moves his eyes down to his belt, knowing exactly what comes next. He is still okay with this.

“Take me to your bedroom, Benson!” I say to him as I’m yearning for him to make me scream his name. I stand up waiting for him to get up from the couch. He begins to stand up from the couch and grabs me up. He carries me down the hallway and throws me onto his bed.

As I lay here, I glance to the side of the bed where his clock is and notice that I have been asleep for a few hours. It must have been just that good. I look over to the other side of Benson’s bed and it’s empty. Where did he go? I’m at his apartment so it’s not like he just got up and left. I got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom, empty. I continued out to the living room, empty. Kitchen area, empty. Where did he go? I headed back to the bedroom and got back into bed, laying there confused.