Sweet Dreams Are Made of This Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This Ch. 01

... darken. "What's that supposed to mean?" Back-pedaling lamely in his skull, he grasped wildly about for an explanation, then realized the easiest way was the obvious: "Seriously, you're twenty-four, incredibly sexy and have an amazing personality. I can't believe that you've never had a boyfriend who wouldn't leap at the chance to fuck you. Uh, not to be crude or anything..." Jenny didn't seem to catch that last bit, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. "I've had boyfriends. They just never seem to stick around long enough to get to... that." "Okay, fair eno- wait, you've never actually done the deed, but you talk dirtier than a lot of guys I know. How does that work?" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized how stupid they sounded, and those pretty blue eyes narrowed. "I'm not dumb, you know. I've watched porn, I know how it all works." Too much info, and she realized it, but blew it off with a laugh. "Yeah, now you know my dirty little secret." Tracing a finger underneath his chin, she asked challengingly, "What're you gonna do about it?" Sweet merciful Jenny, he was off the hook at last, but having another piece of bait dangled in his face. "Seems like the only sensible thing to do would be to take you somewhere and fuck you senseless." An approving smile crossed her face, until he continued, "Want to make a date of it for the weekend?" A trace of her irritation resurfaced. "You're making me wait? I don't just go around offering myself up to ...

... just anybody - you know that I had to work myself up to propositioning you like that, right?" He raised a hand defensively, "Just exhausted from throwing myself around all evening, and the alcohol's not sitting easy. It would kind of suck to pass out before I can even enjoy ravishing the hot little virgin offering herself to me so willingly." Jenny rolled her eyes. "Smooth talker. You're lucky I really, really like you." "And that I look a little bit like a certain actor from days gone by?" "Especially that," she confirmed. "You better have something _really_ special planned." With a sharp fingernail, she punctuated her point on his chest. ------------------------------------------------- As they got out of his car, stepping out into the cold air of the parking lot, she laughed. "Okay, you had me going there for a bit. When you said "hotel" I totally figured you meant some sleazy little joint. This is really nice," she said critically, examining the Mariolille's spacious lobby, replete with upscale furnishings. It certainly was, but he didn't like the leer on the receptionist's face, as if the greasy little shit knew exactly what he and Jenny were up to. Sure, it was probably obvious, but what ever happened to service with a smile and a knowing wink rather than a smirk? Jenny gawked in disbelief when they got to the suite he'd booked for the weekend. Every bit as open as the main lobby, the room seemed to be a perfect arrangement of bed, Jacuzzi and wet bar, with all the ...