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"Excuse me. Can I buy you a drink?"
Victoria looked up from her seat at the bar to see a handsome young
face wearing a genuine - if not slightly nervous - smile. She glanced
down at her notes, reaching for her train of thought and realizing it
had hopelessly derailed. She looked back up, the man standing in front
of her shifting slightly. He appeared to be trying to figure out what
to do with his hands. It was kind of cute. Victoria closed her notebook
and slid it off the table, into her bag.
"Sure, why not?"
The man closed his eyes and visibly celebrated in his head, then
quickly sat down at the adjacent stool. Taking a breath, his broad
smile returned. He offered his hand.
"I'm James."
Victoria placed her fingers into his palm and smiled back. "Victoria."
James beamed. "Nice to meet you Victoria, what do you like to drink?"
A few drinks later, James and Victoria migrated to a booth and split an
order of nachos.
************
"Wait," James asked, surprised, "you're not a student here?"
Victoria's brow raised, coyly. "I graduated a couple years ago. Now I'm
a full-time researcher for the University" she replied.
James squinted and before he could stop himself, blurted out, "how old
are you?" Immediately realizing what he had just asked, he attempted to
backtrack. "Uh, I mean, if you don't mind me asking."
"Older than you, apparently." Victoria teased as she took another
nacho. James blushed and grabbed another bite for himself. There was a
brief pause as they chewed, considering.
"Is that a problem?" Victoria asked.
James stumbled to answer quickly, "No! Not at all." In the dim light of
the bar, Victoria thought perhaps his blush deepened. "You just look
really young, is all. I wasn't expecting it. I've never, uh... I've
never dated an older woman before."
Victoria almost couldn't hold back a giggle. "Older woman?"
James blanched, then noticed Victoria's carefully neutral face.
"Alright, I get it. You like to tease."
"I do." Victoria replied. "And you're so cute when I do."
Another blush. "Thanks. I think."
Another nacho.
"So, what do you research?" James asked.
Victoria paused, considering. "I work with some pioneers in anti-aging
medicine."
James grinned, "What, like wrinkle creams and stuff?"
Victoria gave James a sidelong glance. "Like nanotechnology. Like stem
cells, cell reproduction, neurological development and behavior
modification." She leaned a little closer, "like honest-to-God fountain
of youth-type stuff."
James blinked and sat back. "Wow! That's insane! You're like, going to
invent Captain America! You might be the smartest person I ever met."
This time it was Victoria's turn to blush. "It can get pretty intense.
I work long hours sometimes, and it's really nice to get a break."
James thought about that for a moment and grinned. "After all that
work, I bet you party pretty hard, huh?"
Victoria eyed him, her smile slowly creeping higher. "Tell you what,
college boy," she said. "Why don't I pay the bill tonight, and then we
can go back to my place and I'll show you."
************
"This place is huge!" James laughed, excitedly.
Victoria walked James around her expansive apartment. She showed him
her various electronics, the tall ceilings, the modern decorations, and
James gushed earnestly over everything. Victoria was prepared to be
self-conscious - prepared to feel bashful and guilty over her luxuries
and success - but James never expressed a hint of jealousy or
discomfort. He appeared honestly blown away by everything she showed
him.
Victoria excused herself for a moment, while James fiddled with the
controls to Victoria's sound system. He studied the remote and scrolled
through a list of albums. He finally settled on a track and pressed
play, filling the spacious living room with rich, smooth tones and
steady beats.
Victoria smiled as she returned with a small metal lunch box tucked in
her arm. James had picked one of her favorite songs. She set the metal
lunchbox on the coffee table and invited him to sit next to her.
"I believe you said something about partying," she began and flipped
open the lid. Inside, James immediately recognized a small, resealable
bag of weed and some papers. She also had a couple small bottles of
unlabeled pills.
"Wow." James grunted. "Brilliant, sexy, rich, and down to party!"
Victoria said nothing, but smiled inwardly as she let the compliment
hang in the air, and James shifted uncomfortably. She opened one of the
pill bottles, shook out two, and handed him one.
"Take this."
James eyed the pill, cautiously. "What is it?"
"It's a research drug. It's safe," Victoria promised. "Some of the
drugs we study don't work out for our purposes, but it turns out
sometimes they have some crazy recreational uses. I've been known to
bring them home, from time to time."
"This one," she held up her pill as if to demonstrate, "is basically
like Super Ecstasy." She tilted her head back, exposing her slender
neck, parted her lips and tossed the pill back. Her throat bobbed
lightly as she swallowed it.
James examined his pill, barely hiding his excitement. "I'm flattered
you're willing to share this with me," he confessed. "We kinda just
met."
He looked up at Victoria, who simply watched him, expectantly, her eyes
raised questioningly. James swallowed his pill as well and decided
Victoria was his new favorite woman on the planet. He nodded at the bag
of weed. "Does it mix well with that?"
************
Forty minutes later, a light haze drifted through the living room,
accompanied by giggles and the steady background throb of music from
the stereo. They were both feeling the combined effects of the smoke
and Victoria's special pill. Victoria snuggled up to James on the plush
couch, her lips locked against his and her hand caressing the back of
his head. She hummed, happily. James had one arm wrapped behind her,
the other resting on her exposed thigh.
Victoria had abandoned her office attire - it sat on the floor next to
the couch - and sat on the couch wearing only bra and panties, her legs
curled up next to her. James was missing his shirt. They both saw where
the evening was headed, but there was no urgency. The slow pace and the
pleasant buzz felt just right paired together.
They paused for air. Victoria's cheeks were flushed crimson. James sat
back, his eyes half-lidded and happy.
"Pretty good, right?" Victoria asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yeahhhh..." James agreed, sinking into the warm feeling.
Victoria played her fingers through James' short chest hairs. His
fingers in turn tickled the small of her back, petting up and down.
Victoria looked up at James and asked, "how old do you think I am?"
James's answer was immediate. "Thirty-four," he said. He closed his
mouth and looked confused at the automatic response. "Why did I just
say that?"
Victoria's answer was also immediate and automatic. "It's the pills,"
she replied. She smiled. "Thirty-four, huh? That's pretty close,
actually. Not a bad guess. I'm actually thirty-two."
"What do you mean, it's the pills?" James asked.
"I said it's sort of like super ecstasy, but it's more than that. It
tears down inhibitions, more deeply than drugs or alcohol; it's a truth
serum. Ask a question, and you'll get an immediate and completely
honest response."
"What size bra do you wear?" James asked quickly.
"34D," she replied, grinning. "How many women have you slept with?"
"Three. How many men have you slept with?"
"Seven. What was the first thing you noticed about me?"
"Those 34Ds," replied James, instantly. He stopped talking, not sure
how intimate he wanted these questions to be. Victoria noticed his
hesitation and moved to reassure him.
"No judgements tonight," she promised. "I knew what these pills were
when I pulled them out."
"Do you like me?" James asked, tentatively.
"Obviously!" Victoria giggled and slapped his arm lightly, remembering
the events of the last hour. "Did you really need to ask me that?"
James blushed.
Victoria watched James, allowing him time to process their impromptu
game of 'Truth or More Truth.' She picked up the joint and took a hit,
then passed it to James. As he drew in a breath, Victoria brought out
the big guns.
"What's your most embarrassing kink?"
James exhaled a thick cloud of smoke in a rush and responded without
thinking. "I fantasize about being a girl," he said, his eyes grew
large and he looked down at the ground. Victoria could see the
immediate, deep discomfort on his face at having shared that. She
worried she might have gone too far but pressed on before he could ask
something else.
"Tell me," She asked quietly. "What kind of girl?"
James looked at her, his eyes expressing worry, but his reply coming
automatically anyway. "A small girl," he said. "Someone the opposite of
me, small, curvy and sexy. A submissive girl who's horny all the time.
One with heavy breasts and a thin waist and jiggling thighs." James
snapped his mouth shut, having said entirely too much for his comfort.
They sat, the background music filling the empty space their silence
left. Victoria reveled in the intimacy of James's vulnerability. She
decided to tease him a little. "A little misogynistic, don't you
think?"
"Yeah, I guess," James replied softly. "You didn't ask for least
embarrassing."
Victoria leaned in and whispered huskily in his ear, "That's okay,
that's actually really sexy."
The mixed confusion and alleviation on his face was palpable. He lifted
his gaze to meet hers and recognized obvious signs of arousal on
Victoria's face and body. Her thighs rubbed against each other as she
bit her bottom lip. She squirmed slowly on the couch.
"Have you," James started and cleared his throat. "Have you been with
girls before?"
"Yes," she answered, inwardly hoping he'd ask her more.
"How many?"
"Two," she replied. "But it was really good, both times. I'd probably
do it again."
James's erection was showing through his pants as he played this game
with Victoria. His eyes slid down to her exposed chest, squeezed into
that tight bra, and visibly heaving with each breath she took. She was
flushed all down her neck and chest.
"What's your most embarrassing kink?" he finally asked.
Victoria smiled wickedly, and James was convinced she wasn't actually
embarrassed at all. "I like to be dominant," she said. "All day, I work
with cocky scientists and arrogant doctors. I'm a researcher, but I'm
also one of the only females. I'm always the one taking notes and
performing experiments for them, and I just love to switch it up and
take the dominant role in the bedroom." Victoria met James's eyes, "I
guess you could say I like to be the guy."
"Do you want to be a man?" James asked, honestly curious.
"No." Victoria responded. "Are you kidding me? Look at this," she
gestured at her lithe, half-naked curves. "Being a girl is the best."
She leaned in and nibbled James's ear, sending a shiver through him.
"But apparently I don't have to tell you that."
James cheeks reddened. He looked down again and whispered, "dominant,
huh? I think I'm down with that."
Victoria uncurled her legs and stood up, taking James's hand. "You
think girls' orgasms sound pretty good? What do you say I show you
another nice effect of these pills?" she asked. James stood as Victoria
turned, guiding him by the hand into the bedroom.
************
One year later, in the quiet darkness of their sleeping apartment,
Victoria thought back on her first night with James. The memory of
their game, their honest confessions, and their little shared kinks
warming her abdomen with lust and affection.
She placed the now-empty vial - marked with a roman numeral three -
back into the briefcase, and looked forward to the next morning.
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