liked her. I just wasn't sure how much I liked her.
"Too fast," I replied. "We only met a few hours ago."
She nodded. "Neither of us is looking for a quick hookup."
"No," I agreed.
We rode in silence back to my car. I spent the time staring down at my hands while absentmindedly playing with the scarf.
My car looked lonely in the parking lot; Starbucks had been much busier when we arrived this afternoon. She came to a stop in the space beside my car. I looked over at my car then turned to Vic.
"Vic, I like you."
"I like you, too, Sable." She reached over and tucked an errant lock of hair behind my ear.
"I don't know if you're my type." I grew silent and turned to look out the window.
"Your ad said you wanted someone strong. You meant the other kind of strong, didn't you?"
I nodded.
"I'm that kind of strong, Sable." She paused for a while. I didn't break the silence. "I'd never hurt you." Those words were said almost as a whisper. She paused. "I'd take care of you, Sable. I'd treat you very well."
I stared out the window for a while longer before turning to her. "When you read my ad, did you think I was looking for a sugar mama?"
"I thought about it," she replied.
"I'm not," I said. "Financially, I stand on my own two feet quite well." I looked around at her car. "I could afford this car. I've just never thought about one." But then I gestured with my nose. "I don't know how to drive a stick, and somehow I don't think it's the same with an automatic."
"The new ones come with a retractable hard top and automatic transmission, although you can still get a manual transmission. I could teach you."
We sat quietly for a minute. I was still unsettled. Vic was letting me work through it. Finally I repeated, "I'm not looking for a sugar mama."
"No. I didn't think you were." I looked over at her. "But you're looking for something else."
I turned away again. "I don't know what you mean."
"Yes, you do," she said. Then she shifted in her seat, and I felt her hands as she unwrapped the silk from around my wrists and put the scarf back in the glove box.
"I've never done something like that," she said. But then she leaned back in her seat. "Of course, not that I'd need to."
That broke the tension, and I found myself laughing. "No, I suppose you wouldn't." I looked back at her and smiled. "Walk me to my car?"
She laughed, and we climbed from her car together. I waited for her, and then I let her put an arm around me to walk me the five steps to my car. I unlocked the door and tossed my purse inside but then turned to her, stepping closer. Her arms went around me, and I set mine atop hers, my hands on her shoulders. I stepped closer and laid my head against her shoulder, and she wrapped her arms around me more completely.
I closed my eyes, and we stood like that for a while. Then she shifted slightly, and I felt a finger underneath my chin, lifting my face. She was gentle, and I allowed her to tip my head back. Our lips met.
It was a good kiss, a really good kiss. I pressed against her more completely, although I didn't deepen it. But when she pulled away, I sighed and laid my head back against her shoulder again, not saying anything.
"Will you let me see you again?" she asked.
"I'd like that, Vic." I lifted my face and then pulled her head down for another kiss. I let this one deepen, and we teased each other with our tongues before we withdrew. I knew I was flushed, and I thought perhaps she was as well.
"You feel good, Sable," she said softly.
"You do, too." But I slipped out of her arms. I backed into the gap framed between my car and the open door. "I don't like to lead, Vic."
"Good," she replied. "Because I do. So I may call you?"
"Yes, but give it a day or two."
She nodded then stood there until I drove away.
Josie
Hello, Sable,
I haven't heard from you for a couple of days. I hope you are well. If you write back, I have a new game for us.
In anticipation,
Josie
She'd been patient, and I felt guilty. I
"Too fast," I replied. "We only met a few hours ago."
She nodded. "Neither of us is looking for a quick hookup."
"No," I agreed.
We rode in silence back to my car. I spent the time staring down at my hands while absentmindedly playing with the scarf.
My car looked lonely in the parking lot; Starbucks had been much busier when we arrived this afternoon. She came to a stop in the space beside my car. I looked over at my car then turned to Vic.
"Vic, I like you."
"I like you, too, Sable." She reached over and tucked an errant lock of hair behind my ear.
"I don't know if you're my type." I grew silent and turned to look out the window.
"Your ad said you wanted someone strong. You meant the other kind of strong, didn't you?"
I nodded.
"I'm that kind of strong, Sable." She paused for a while. I didn't break the silence. "I'd never hurt you." Those words were said almost as a whisper. She paused. "I'd take care of you, Sable. I'd treat you very well."
I stared out the window for a while longer before turning to her. "When you read my ad, did you think I was looking for a sugar mama?"
"I thought about it," she replied.
"I'm not," I said. "Financially, I stand on my own two feet quite well." I looked around at her car. "I could afford this car. I've just never thought about one." But then I gestured with my nose. "I don't know how to drive a stick, and somehow I don't think it's the same with an automatic."
"The new ones come with a retractable hard top and automatic transmission, although you can still get a manual transmission. I could teach you."
We sat quietly for a minute. I was still unsettled. Vic was letting me work through it. Finally I repeated, "I'm not looking for a sugar mama."
"No. I didn't think you were." I looked over at her. "But you're looking for something else."
I turned away again. "I don't know what you mean."
"Yes, you do," she said. Then she shifted in her seat, and I felt her hands as she unwrapped the silk from around my wrists and put the scarf back in the glove box.
"I've never done something like that," she said. But then she leaned back in her seat. "Of course, not that I'd need to."
That broke the tension, and I found myself laughing. "No, I suppose you wouldn't." I looked back at her and smiled. "Walk me to my car?"
She laughed, and we climbed from her car together. I waited for her, and then I let her put an arm around me to walk me the five steps to my car. I unlocked the door and tossed my purse inside but then turned to her, stepping closer. Her arms went around me, and I set mine atop hers, my hands on her shoulders. I stepped closer and laid my head against her shoulder, and she wrapped her arms around me more completely.
I closed my eyes, and we stood like that for a while. Then she shifted slightly, and I felt a finger underneath my chin, lifting my face. She was gentle, and I allowed her to tip my head back. Our lips met.
It was a good kiss, a really good kiss. I pressed against her more completely, although I didn't deepen it. But when she pulled away, I sighed and laid my head back against her shoulder again, not saying anything.
"Will you let me see you again?" she asked.
"I'd like that, Vic." I lifted my face and then pulled her head down for another kiss. I let this one deepen, and we teased each other with our tongues before we withdrew. I knew I was flushed, and I thought perhaps she was as well.
"You feel good, Sable," she said softly.
"You do, too." But I slipped out of her arms. I backed into the gap framed between my car and the open door. "I don't like to lead, Vic."
"Good," she replied. "Because I do. So I may call you?"
"Yes, but give it a day or two."
She nodded then stood there until I drove away.
Josie
Hello, Sable,
I haven't heard from you for a couple of days. I hope you are well. If you write back, I have a new game for us.
In anticipation,
Josie
She'd been patient, and I felt guilty. I
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