They take a booth in the diner and order coffee. The end of a first date.
“It’s been fun. You’re cool,” he says.
Her hand extends slowly. “You rock, too,” she smiles, fingers tickling his thigh.
His hand hesitantly touches hers, moving fingers in a questing dance.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” he whispers, glancing around.
“I know,” her hand squeezes. “You’re so different.”
He shudders, runs a finger under her damp panties.
Her hand grasps his thickness.
Sipping his coffee, he sighs, “Jesus, Princess.”
“You like it, Daddy?” she asks.
“Oh, yes. They have great cherry pie, too.”
