Puppy Love
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Puppy Love Ch. 02 free porn video
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I drove home floating on a sea of endorphins. I had never been asked out before. After my divorce, I thought for sure the only way I’d meet a new guy would be on an online dating site.
I took care of the dog and poured myself a bowl of cereal because I didn’t much feel like cooking a ‘real’ dinner. I loved to cook, but making a meal for myself usually made me feel lonely. I turned on my laptop as I sat down to eat. Facebook was my homepage. I liked to check my sister’s page daily for new pics of my niece.
I will admit, my stomach fluttered when I saw a new friend request. I guess the skeptic in me didn’t think I’d hear from David again. After I hit ‘accept,’ I was pleased to see that he was online, but I was feeling too chicken to send a message. As I debated, with cereal crunching loudly in my head, a message popped up.
‘I’m glad you weren’t just being polite when you told me you’d accept my request. I thought you might ignore it. I felt like I was really putting you on the spot, asking you out at work like that.’
‘Well, I guess I’m not very professional.’
‘Fortunately for me! Actually you’re very good at your job. I was impressed.’
I smiled at the compliment. ‘I’ll have to come get an eye exam so I can see if you’re any good at what you do.’
‘I’m good at a lot of things.’
I swear to God, I had a heart palpitation. I just replied with a winking smiley face and felt like a huge dork. ‘I’m sorry, that was a lame response, wasn’t it?’
He replied with an ‘LOL.’
‘I just feel like I’m in foreign territory. I haven’t dated in almost 10 years and it’s making me feel adolescent.’
‘I know what you mean. It’s really hard to meet people. To put yourself out there. I haven’t gone on many dates since my split.’
Did he not realize he was gorgeous? I had been divorced twice as long as him, and hadn’t gone on any dates since. I didn’t want him to think I was still hung up on my ex. I just hadn’t felt comfortable getting back ‘on the market.’ I was afraid of putting him off, I didn’t want to get into such an intense conversation so soon in our relationship. So I changed the subject to some safer, getting-to-know-you topics. We chatted a little about our jobs, and started talking about some of our interests. I learned that he could play guitar – who doesn’t like a guy who does that? The thought of seeing him play made my mouth water, mostly because I imagined him playing with no shirt on.
I felt high. The conversation was peppered with playful innuendo and the flirting was such a boost to my self esteem. I had promised myself that I wouldn’t fall head over heels over the first guy I dated after my break-up, but it was already becoming difficult to reign myself in and we hadn’t actually gone on a date yet. It was so easy to talk without being face-to-face. No awkward pauses. Time to think for a moment before ‘speaking.’ Something I’m not really good at face-to-face. The filter between my brain and my mouth has big tears. We chatted on and off for a couple of hours, then exchanged cell numbers and planned to get together on Sunday at the park.
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During my 15 minute drive to the park, I was a ball of nerves. I couldn’t wait to see him, but what if he didn’t show? I kept taking deep breaths and telling myself to calm down, but my mind was reeling. The parking lot was very full, it was a beautiful spring day. As I searched for a space, I tried to find his black Charger but wasn’t having any luck. After parking, I looked over at George, who was staring at me eagerly, tail wagging. ‘Do I look nervous? I feel nervous,’ I murmured, lowering my visor to check my face. I had put on a touch of makeup, and pulled back the hair at my temples with a small clip at the back of my head, letting the rest of my dark hair hang just past my shoulders. I hated when my hair was constantly falling into my face. I looked down, smoothing my tee and worrying that the neckline was too low for our casual walk in the park. I prayed he wouldn’t think I looked desperate and over-dressed.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when my car door opened, and I heard Dave’s laugh. ‘You look fine, come on out.’
Could he read my friggin’ mind?
I stepped out, then leaned back into the car to grab George’s leash. As I was bent over my seat, I heard Dave murmur, ‘More than fine, actually.’ I nearly wailed my head on the roof of my car scrambling out, so embarrassed that I had pretty much shoved my ass in his face without thinking.
My neck and cheeks felt warm as I probably turned 10 shades of red, and he apologized. ‘I wasn’t trying to embarrass you. Though it is fun to make you blush.’
His smile was infectious, so I couldn’t resist grinning back at his handsome face. When Dave flirted with me, I felt so attractive. On the rare occasions that my ex paid me a compliment, I never truly believed him. He never made me feel special.
We stood on the grass near the parking lot. The dogs were sniffing each other’s rear ends in greeting and seemed to approve of one another. They looked at each other, tails wagging, then did a playful darting dance with each other before Reggie took off towards the trail. George followed eagerly and we let them lead the way.
‘If only it was that easy for people to become acquainted,’ I mused.
‘I doubt I’d want to be friends with someone after sniffing their butt.’
We both laughed. ‘I hope Reggie’s got on that tick collar we gave you? George has his. I don’t do ticks.’
David laughed and nodded. ‘Isn’t that part of your job?’
I barely suppressed a shudder. ‘The other day my boss was talking about chiggers and after he repeated the word several times it literally gave me a chill. They make fun of me at work all the time because I have one of them remove a tick if I find one on a patient. I know it’s an irrational fear. Isn’t there something you’re afraid of that you know you shouldn’t be?’
We walked in silence for a few steps while he considered, our feet crunching on leaves from last fall. The park was so large that even with a packed lot, the trails were peaceful and private. It was quiet except for birds chirping and small animals rustling. The dogs kept trying to tangle their leashes, running from one side of the trail to the other to sniff and pee on objects of interest.
‘I can’t bring myself to look into a mirror in the dark.’
I laughed. ‘That’s pretty strange, although now that you mention it, I can see how it could be creepy. Do you think you’re going to see someone else’s face? Or empty eye sockets and rotten teeth and dirty fingers reaching for your soul?’
He gave himself a shake and yelled at me, laughing. ‘Stop! That’s enough! I won’t tease you about the tick thing!’
‘And I won’t make you look in a mirror in the dark.’
‘Thank you, Emma.’
My name sounded so beautiful on his lips. I looked up ahead and saw a deer grazing. Before I could point her out, David’s arm jerked as Reggie lunged, barking. George just stopped and watched, panting and appearing to wonder what the fuss was about. Poor, dumb George. I didn’t love him for his smarts, or his ability to keep me safe from vicious deer attacks. We chatted and hiked for over an hour. Time passed quickly, and George started to drag, so we headed back to the lot.
‘I’m only a few minutes’ drive from here. Do you want to drop the dogs off and I’ll take you out to lunch?’ I was ecstatic that he wanted to spend more time with me, and agreed to follow him to his house. We went to a local diner and our conversation came easily. I was amazed at how comfortab
le I felt around him. Before that day, the thought of going on a first date was daunting. I thought it would be awkward silences and struggling to make myself maintain eye contact and nervous laughter. Instead, I felt like it was our fifth date, not our first.
‘I really like your car,’ I commented as we left the diner.
‘Would you like to drive back?’
‘Yes, please.’ He held the door for me, then went around and climbed into the passenger side.
‘How’s your driving record?’ he teased.
‘They haven’t caught me yet.’ I backed out of the space, then approached the parking lot exit. I rolled the windows down. ‘I want to hear this bitch growl.’
‘Have I made a mistake?’
I answered by gunning it, shifting when the engine growled for a higher gear, quickly surpassing the speed limit. As I let the car coast down to 55 mph, he commented that I seemed to know what I was doing.
My hand on the shifter, I couldn’t help but smile wickedly. It was becoming difficult to keep a leash on my bold sense of humor. ‘I know my way around a stick.’ As he chuckled, I cast a sideways glance and noted that his face looked a little flushed.
‘I felt like I was in the filming of the next Fast and the Furious movie.’
I wrinkled my nose. ‘Too many foreign cars in those movies. Nothing sounds as sweet as American muscle.’
Moments later I pulled into his driveway. He made eye contact with me over the roof as we closed the car doors. ‘I like you, even though you aren’t very nice to my car.’
‘Hey, I drove her like she was meant to be driven. I could feel the pent up frustration as we drove to the diner earlier. She told me she was tired of living with grandma David and his fuel-economical ways.’ He nudged me in the arm as we walked up to his front door. I felt something pinch under my bra’s under wire and tried to surreptitiously scratch there as he unlocked the door.
The dogs were sharing Reggie’s bed in the corner of the living room. ‘I’m glad they’re playing nice,’ I commented. He pulled open the sliding glass door in the kitchen and whistled for the boys to go out. I had the urge to scratch again, wondering if my damned under wire had snapped. I asked where his bathroom was and went to investigate.
Standing in front of the mirror, I lifted my shirt and felt the metal band under my right breast but it wasn’t broken. I lifted it away from my body, and saw a small, shiny, dark thing on my skin reflected in the mirror. I heard a shriek as I realized what it was, and then realized it was me who had screamed. I stood frozen, staring into the reflection of my own wide eyes, both hands clasped across my mouth, making strange moaning sounds as my heart pounded in my chest. I didn’t know what to do. This had never happened before.
There was a tick on me and I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even take a tick off a dog using a hemostat at work. How could I touch this thing?
While I struggled my inner battle, David had apparently run across the house when he heard my scream. He banged on the door and asked what was wrong. I didn’t answer right away because I didn’t know what to say. I was torn between the potential embarrassment of him helping and my need for help. While I debated, he opened the door.
‘I’m sorry, when you didn’t answer I was worried. What’s wrong? Did you hit your mouth? Why are you crying?’
It took every ounce of strength to let go of my face and whisper earnestly, ‘There’s a tick.’ I held my arms up because the thought of relaxing my arms and allowing my under wire to press the vile creature further into my skin sickened me. He burst into laughter. Gritting my teeth, I begged him to help me.
‘Where is it?’
I squeezed my eyes closed, I was so embarrassed. ‘It’s under my under wire,’ I whispered.
‘Oh. Um, which, um…’
‘Right.’
‘Not to worry. I’m a doctor. I specialize in tick removal.’ I knew he was trying to make me laugh but I couldn’t. ‘You don’t have to whisper, he won’t hear you and run away.’ I shuddered at the thought of this thing running across my body.
‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ he apologized. ‘I won’t make any more jokes. Let me help you with your shirt since you seem to be stuck like the Tinman.’ He pulled my shirt up over my head. He hesitated and it felt like forever. At some point I had started chanting ‘getitoffgetitoffgetitoff’ under my breath and it was helping me focus and creep a little farther from the edge of insanity. Some distant part of my brain was screaming at me to stop being so ridiculous but I was too freaked out to listen.
I felt his hand brush the underside of my breast as he lifted the bra and pulled off the tick. My eyes flew open and I jumped out of his way so he could flush the wretched thing. I stood shaking my hands and shifting my weight from foot to foot because I felt like ticks could be crawling all over me. I groaned.
‘What? I got it, it’s gone. Is this what it feels like to be a superhero?’ His brilliant smile made me feel a little better, and I stopped fidgeting so much.
‘Will you check my hair? I feel like they’re everywhere now.’ I bent my head slightly forward and felt him remove my hair clip. His fingers massaged my scalp lightly, feeling for suspicious bumps.
‘I don’t see anything.’ His touch was calming, and as my breathing slowed, I took a moment to realize this was becoming quite enjoyable. I wanted him to check my whole body.
‘I hadn’t really planned on losing my shirt on the first date,’ I laughed nervously, the adrenaline rush abating.
‘I don’t think any less of you,’ he murmured, and I realized his face was very close to my ear. I felt his fingers brush the hair away from the nape of my neck, and then a soft kiss below my ear. Another shiver made me tremble, but this one was pleasurable. ‘Did I find the spot?’ His breath was so hot on my skin. I felt wetness between my legs, and a soft moan escaped my lips as he laid several more kisses down my neck.
I lifted my face and we were nose-to-nose, my eyes heavily lidded with the desire that was washing away the fear of moments ago. ‘Me and that tick have developed a love-hate relationship.’
A raspy laugh escaped his throat and he smiled before leaning closer to kiss me. His lips were so soft, and I could taste the apple pie he ate at the diner. I smiled and he pulled away slightly.
‘My first ‘first kiss’ in a really long time,’ I confessed.
‘How was it?’
‘Yummy.’ Grabbing the back of his neck, I pulled him down for another. I parted my lips and his tongue delved in to meet my own. The sound of our panting breaths and my pounding heart filled my ears as our kiss deepened. I savored the feel of his hand possessively gripping the hair at the back of my neck, and moaned into his mouth as his other hand caressed my nipple through the lace of my bra. My free hand found the lower hem of his tee and I felt his skin twitch as I ran my fingers up his stomach and chest. He felt so solid and strong and warm and loving… I felt overwhelmed with emotion as I realized what I had been missing for so long.
I used my nails on the back of his scalp. With a growl, he released his grip on my hair and his hands slid down my back and found my ass. In one swift motion, he lifted me a few inches and stepped forward so my back was pressed against the wall. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his hips, and felt him grind into me. For a moment, I felt frightened by this display of his strength, since I’m certainly not petite. But at the same time, I felt so turned on by him taking control of my body. He could do anything and I doubted I could stop him.
I could feel his hard length pressed against my aching pussy through the fabric of our pants, and I moaned, trying to rub against him, but I was pinned. He broke our kiss and hungrily explored my neck and breasts as I whimpered and sighed his name.
Suddenly, I had my first coherent thought. How had things escalated s
o quickly? He had been so reserved at times during our conversations, almost shy, but I guessed that the dam had broken. He nipped at the soft skin of my cleavage and I bit my lip. I didn’t think I’d ever wanted a man so much before, but we barely knew each other.
‘David.’ He licked my neck and I shivered at the pleasure. ‘David, put me down,’ I murmured.
He pulled himself back enough for me to let my feet find the ground, and his eyes were concerned. ‘Did I hurt you?’
I smiled. ‘No, not at all. Opposite of hurt, actually.’ His smile was relieved and he stole another kiss, this time more tender than insistent. I put my hands on his chest and gently pushed him away. My hands were trembling. ‘I don’t want to rush this,’ I breathed, afraid of his reaction. I didn’t want him to think I was a tease.
He had started nuzzling my neck when I broke the kiss. His deep voice rumbled in my ear, ‘I don’t know what’s come over me. I want you so badly.’ I felt like my legs were going to give out. The wall was the only thing keeping me from melting into a puddle.
‘Oh, God, give me strength,’ I whimpered. I felt his quiet laughter as he pressed himself against me in a warm embrace.
Our eyes met. ‘I don’t want to rush this, either.’
‘Thank you.’ He smiled down at me, and I averted my gaze. ‘I should go.’
‘You don’t have to go,’ he protested. ‘This will go away. Eventually.’ He blushed, looking down towards his bulging erection, suddenly becoming self-conscious.
I was amazed that I’d had that effect on him. ‘I’m sorry, Dave. I wasn’t trying to be a tease. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I let myself get carried away. It’s just been so long and you’re so amazing…’ I let my sentence trail off when I realized I was babbling like an idiot, and felt my own face flush.
‘You don’t have to apologize.’ He retrieved my shirt and handed it to me. Once I had dressed, he pulled me close in another hug and I buried my face in his neck, breathing him in. He planted a kiss in my hair. ‘Let’s go watch a movie,’ he suggested. ‘I’ll let the dogs in and you get comfortable on the couch.’
So that’s what we did. We spent a couple of hours on the couch, his arm around my shoulders, and it felt so good to just be together. When the movie was over, he grabbed the remote off the table and clicked off the tv. I sat up straight, stretching, and turned slightly to face him as he leaned back into the couch.
‘I hope you don’t think it was my goal to get you into my bed when I asked you to come back to my place.’
‘Actually, it was the bathroom,’ I teased.
He blushed and ran his fingers through his hair. We had spent the whole afternoon taking turns making each other turn red.
‘I didn’t think that at all.’ I patted his thigh reassuringly. ‘It’s been a rough year for us both and I don’t want to let our urges take us somewhere we aren’t ready to go. I really like you, David. I had a really great time today.’
He looked over at me and smiled. ‘I did, too.’
Reluctantly, I stood. ‘Now, I really should go, or I might never leave.’ I retrieved George’s leash from the table. ‘Come on, little man.’
David followed us to the door, and he gently pulled my arm so I would turn to face him. ‘I really want to see you again.’
I felt I could get lost in those eyes. ‘Good, because you’d have a hard time keeping me away after that sneak preview.’ He lowered his face to give me the sweetest goodbye kiss, one warm hand on the side of my face and neck, the other at the small of my back, pulling me close. I could have stood there forever.
Before I left, he said, ‘I’m really glad you’re ridiculously afraid of ticks.’
Me, too, I thought. Never thought anything productive would come of that phobia!
On my drive home, I contemplated what was better – the burning passion of our post-tick-removal make-out session, or the sweet affection of our farewell kiss. I couldn’t decide. I wanted it all. I hoped desperately that I didn’t screw it up.
As I recalled the vivid details of that afternoon, I felt the rush of the urges that had been left unsatisfied. I knew I’d have to do something about it or I’d never sleep. The very real possibility that he may be doing the same made me even hotter. I ached for the day that I wouldn’t have to fantasize to get my release.
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