In the Kitchen

By Nicole S. and Lauren R.

If truth be told, it's all his fault. He was the one with the whipped cream and chocolate sauce, not me. Sex is good. Sex is really good. But I'm jumping ahead of myself. I'm supposed to be explaining EVERYTHING that happened, not just the overall picture.
* * * "Ready to go, Britney?" Tyler asked. He was standing on my porch in a white t-shirt that clung to his torso in the perfect way, exposing his perfectly toned muscles, and a pair of just as perfect jeans. His summer's color glowed a deep tan, accenting his bright baby blues.

"Of course." I answered, stepping out into the peaceful sun shining on the midsummer's evening. "What movie is it gonna be tonight?" We had planned to go to Tyler's apartment and watch a movie.

"I was thinking a scary movie, like The Ring, but if you'd rather watch something else that's fine with me." Giving me a soft kiss on the cheek, he pulled my hand into his and gently began massaging it with his thumb, leading me to his black convertible.

"Sounds good to me." *Great* I thought. *A scary movie, so many reasons to be closer to this gorgeous man. *

As he politely opened the car door for me, I seductively brushed my fingers along his, enjoying the shiver it caused through his whole body. This was going to be one hell of a night.