Perchance to Dom Ch. 1 - Sex Stories

Perchance to Dom Ch. 1

... in overalls, into an empty office booth. "This is quick enough. Would you help me to convince Cheryl to date me?" "If you were five years older, I'd slap your face. You don't know how many creeps have tried that line on me. 'Pretend with me for a little while, to make her jealous.'" "Wow, I wasn't going to- Wait. Why creeps want to pretend with someone as attractive as you?" "You're so sweet. I could gobble you up!" She reached out to me halfway. I wasn't going to last another minute with her, before losing my reserve. "Gina, I was just going to ask if you would talk to her about premarital sex." Gina's fawning died like a fawn shot with buckshot. "The hell you say?" "Okay, maybe I should have-" "What you should do is, get back to those dirty cars." She grabbed the biggest tool near her and walked away. Her posture wasn't worth noticing. A couple days later. Cheryl gave me the funniest look. "Mom, I'm thinking of asking Cheryl out." "That's nice." "I don't think I want to have sex with her, right away." "Good luck with th- I mean, use a condom when you do. Use two if you're easily excited." 'Thank's for the advice, Mom." Dad interjected a minute later. "Lisa I need to spend some time with you in the master." "I'll be right there, sweetheart." It was a Thursday when I asked Cheryl out, our slowest day. "Would you like to grab a bite before going home?" "Took you long enough to ask." She smiled. "I wanted to prepare, properly." "Will this be a suit and tie affair?" "Chile dog ...

... and a root beer?" "Eew! I mean, sure, as long as you're buying." "The pushcart guy has polish sausage too." "Variety flatters a girl like flower gardens." She ordered a bag of chips, and a root beer. We walked in the direction of her home. "You live in a nice place?" "Nice enough. Someone tried to break in a few years ago, but that was the only time. "What are your mom and dad like?" "My step-mom is nice. Dad's a little weird. Tell me about yours." "Mom works on open source software. Dad's a master electrician." "Nerds squared?" She didn't mean to be mean. "Sorta. When they're working, they're nerdy enough. But they do other things when a day's work is done." "Like what?" "What do your parents do." "Squabble. Walk the dog. Argue about finances. We take trips sometimes, but we've only gone overseas once, to the Cayman isles." "My mom and dad spend most of their time in the master bedroom." She dropped a chip. "Hey, I paid for that." I neither grinned, nor was I really upset. "Well, excuse me, Mr. Moneybags of a creep. You can go home now, back to your creepy parents." Again there was bitterness. I stopped walking and watched her head home. I felt a grin deep inside me. "Dad, what kind of dates did you have with mom?" "Sexy dates." He didn't smile. "Is that what you wanted to hear?" "No. I'm sure you did have sexy dates. What else?" "Your mother insisted on bringing her father to chaperone our first dates." "You were so boring, back then, I needed someone to keep me awake!" Mom ...