Reuben Chapter 6
I rolled over in bed for what seemed like the hundredth time.
I couldn’t shut my brain off. It kept replaying the day and evening with Cristiana.
It had gone better than I ever imagined it would.
Yes, there were a few times, like when I mentioned her moving in with me, that had either stunned her or made her squirm a bit, but we’d been able to talk through them.
It was a day filled with discovery. We stuck to discussing things about ourselves and families, and left the specifics of our sexual likes and dislikes alone.
We’d do those another time, but I wanted it to be soon.
We’d ended up making dinner together. Cristiana refused to sit and watch me do it.
We’d laughed and had fun even doing such a simple task.
When we were through, it was back to the couch and a movie.
However, that hadn’t lasted. Eventually, I wasn’t able to resist kissing her again.
The way she responded had us frantically kissing.
There had been light petting to go with it.
I made sure not to push her further than she was comfortable with.
If I had my way, I would’ve had her naked and in my bed.
But I knew if I did that, Cristiana would run.
I was determined to give her as much time as she needed to feel comfortable with me.
Plus, since we hadn’t discussed our likes and dislikes, it was smarter to wait.
I took her home and got my goodnight kiss on her doorstep, along with her promise to let me pick her up in the morning to go to brunch. I hated driving home alone, and my place felt empty without her. One day in it, and she’d already left her mark behind.
Feeling my eyes droop, I was grateful to be falling asleep.
I had a full day planned with her tomorrow.
However, I soon found that my mind wasn’t through thinking about Cristiana.
It flipped to a vivid scene with her and me in bed.
Her naked body was spread out beneath me.
Even though I had no idea what her body looked like, I could imagine it.
The dream progressed quickly from kissing to worshipping her tits to eating her pussy. As those rapidly progressed, I woke up enough to kick off the covers, get my tube of lube out, slick up my cock, then palmed myself.
Finally, I was sinking into her. Picturing myself thrusting over and over inside of her, it wasn’t long before my balls drew up and tingling shot up my cock to settle in the head.
My cock jerked over and over, covering my hand and chest in my cum.
As the images faded, I groaned. Fuck, something told me this was about to become a nightly ritual for me.
At least until I had her next to me. God, I prayed I’d still be sane by then.
Cristiana turned me on like no woman ever had.
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I eventually got some sleep last night, after my jerk-off session and a cleanup. Pulling into the parking lot at Cristiana’s apartment again, I was smiling. I couldn’t wait to spend another day with her. After brunch, I’d see if she’d show me her favorite parts of Germantown.
Yesterday, after she told me the names of the eateries in Germantown she liked the most, I called and made a reservation at one of them while I was in the bathroom. If it were like most restaurants in and around the city, you would need one, unless you liked to wait forever.
A short walk had me knocking on her door in no time. When the door swung open, her smile blinded me, and I couldn’t do anything other than sweep inside, shut the door, and claim a kiss. Cristiana was more than cooperative. I groaned when she pulled away a while later.
Putting a foot or so of distance between us so that I could gain control of myself, I said, “Good morning.”
“Good morning, yourself. Wow, a girl could get used to that kind of greeting.”
“Me too, and you’ll have it. I hope you’re hungry.”
“I’m starving. Where are we headed? Back to 12 South?” she asked as she picked up her jacket and handbag, which were next to the door.
“No, today, I want you to show me Germantown. But first, we’re eating. Are you okay if we walk?”
“I’d love to walk, but you may regret letting me show you around. I have a lot of places I like. Good thing you wore your walking shoes,” she said.
As I did yesterday, I took her keys and locked the apartment, then put them in my pocket.
Taking her hand, I set off in the direction I’d checked out this morning.
Today, she was dressed in walking shoes, leggings, and a dressy T-shirt with swirls and rhinestones.
Her hair was in a knot on the top of her head with wisps around her face.
It seemed no matter what she wore, Cristiana was gorgeous.
That was clear as we walked, based on the number of men we passed who looked at her admiringly or turned to look back.
I wasn’t the only one who saw her beauty.
I controlled myself from baring my teeth at them and growling.
It was a brisk ten-minute walk from her place to the bistro.
When I stopped us there and opened the door, she gasped.
“Oh, I love this place!” she exclaimed.
“I know. I saw it on your face when you mentioned it yesterday. Luckily, they had a reservation when I called. I read they have a top-rated brunch.”
Inside, numerous people were waiting to be seated.
After checking in with the hostess, we were led to our table in under five minutes.
It was at the front, next to one of the windows that looked out onto the street.
I held out her chair, then scooted it in once she was seated, before I took mine. The hostess left us with the menus.
“Is there anything you recommend?” I asked as I opened my menu. It appeared to be a rather extensive one.
“Honestly, I’ve never had their breakfast or brunch here, but I’ve never had anything I didn’t like from their lunch or dinner menus. I can’t see this being any different.”
We chatted about the items that caught our attention. It wasn’t long before a waiter came to take our drink orders and ask if we had questions. Since we didn’t need to worry about driving, we both asked for mimosas and iced water. We needed more time to decide what to eat.
By the time he returned with those, we knew what we wanted and gave him the rundown. He promised it would be ready shortly before walking off to another table.
“It is busy. That’s a good sign. While we wait, what topic should we discuss first?” I asked her.
She thought for several moments before she answered. “We covered a lot yesterday, so why don’t we do a fun one. Tell me what you were like in high school. Do you have any embarrassing stories you’re willing to spill?” Her grin was huge.
“Be warned, if I share, you have to, too.”
“I know, and I should kick myself for suggesting it, but I won’t. I’m dying to know what teenage Reuben was like.” Her grin was damn cute.
“Teen Reuben was a cocky shit who thought he was all that and ruled the school,” I admitted, not necessarily proud of it.
“Let me guess. You were a popular jock, with tons of friends, and a star athlete who had all the girls gaga for you,” she guessed.
I groaned. “God, you make it sound terrible, and it was, but to me, then, it was wonderful. Yes, I was a star athlete. I played football and baseball. I was a popular kid, not just among the other popular kids. However, before you think too badly of me, I did get good grades. My parents wouldn’t have allowed anything less. ”
“And don’t forget, you were handsome and the girls were crazy for you,” Cristiana added.
I shrugged. “I don’t know how handsome I was. I was fortunate that my body was developing into a more muscular one through the workouts I did to stay in shape. As for girls, I had my fair share of dates.”
She smirked. “Come on, don’t act like you weren’t girl mad. I have no doubt you lost your virginity in high school. Confess, you were a hound dog and you lost your v-card early.”
“Fine, yes, I was like most guys that age, and I was sexually frustrated and looking for someone to relieve it. Hand jobs got old. I dated a lot of girls, and had one or two girlfriends that lasted a few months. As for my virginity, I lost it when I was fifteen to a senior who was eighteen. That would get your ass in trouble these days, but back then, no one cared. And if you were a guy sleeping with an older girl, it was even better,” I admitted.
“Did you brag about your conquests in the locker room to the other guys?”
I sighed. “Yeah, I hate to admit it, but I did. Young and stupid was what most guys are at that age, along with immature. Luckily, by the time I was a senior, I smartened up and stopped doing that shit. Enough about me, tell me about you. I have no doubt you weren’t immature.
” I wanted to hear about her and not talk about what a dumbass I was then.
“Well, let me see. I wasn’t popular. I had a few core friends, but that was it. And I wasn’t athletic. My brothers and sister were. I was a great student. Like you, my parents wouldn’t have accepted anything less.”
“I can’t imagine you not being popular, Cristiana. The girls might not have liked you because they were jealous, but don’t tell me the guys didn’t.”
She laughed. “Oh, how wrong you are, Reuben. The girls thought I was a geek and a waste of their time. The guys didn’t pay me any attention.
I told myself it was due to my older brothers warning them away, which they did, but it was more likely because I wasn’t as pretty or outgoing as the other girls. And I didn’t sleep around.”
I shook my head. “I can’t believe that they thought you weren’t beautiful, mi hermosa nina.”
Her eyes sparkled and her cheeks pinkened when I called her my beautiful baby girl.
“Reuben, you say the most wonderful things. But if you knew me back then, you would’ve seen it was true.
I was a little on the chubby side, and I wore braces.
Thank God, I didn’t have eyeglasses or acne.
I wasn’t coordinated enough to be a cheerleader or to play sports.
To be popular, you had to do those things.
I was invisible to the boys and wished I were to the girls.
They were catty bitches and tried to make my life hell when they could.
However, my sister was around for two years, so it wasn’t as bad.
My junior and senior years were terrible. ”
I reached over and held out my hand. She slid hers across the table until I could grab it. Squeezing it, I frowned. “Then they were a bunch of fucking idiots. I bet those guys are kicking themselves in the ass for not showing you attention. How many of them tried to date you after high school?”
“There were a few who wanted to date me in college, and then more later. The majority were more into having fun and only wanted sex. Even though I might be part of Lustz, I’ve never been promiscuous. A lot of guys are scared by that idea.”
“Many people assume if you’re in the lifestyle and go to a club like Lustz, you’re some kind of nymphomaniac, but it’s usually the opposite. So, I told you when I lost my virginity, when did you lose yours?” I asked.
I watched her cringe before she softly admitted, “I was twenty-one, a junior in college. That’s when I got my first boyfriend.
Of course, I thought we’d end up married, but I soon discovered that the first person you’re with is rarely the one you spend forever with.
We lasted about six months until he found a girl he liked more and dumped me.
I’ve never had much success in the love department.
I seem to choose guys who want the opposite of me, even though they might pretend they agree with me. ”
Before I could ask her more, our waiter returned.
He brought fresh mimosas and our food. We left anything more than light, intermittent talk for later so we could concentrate on our meal.
She and I would return to that topic and others soon.
She was right, the brunch didn’t disappoint.
We hungrily ate. When we were through, I paid the bill while she used the ladies’ room.
When she rejoined me, we were out the door and off to see the sights.