Adventures in Modern Dating - Sex Stories

Adventures in Modern Dating

... all day Sunday and Monday. I left her alone, I had the feeling she needed space to think.

I was wrong.

This time her knock sounded like she was kicking the door. The minute I cracked it open, she barged in and flopped down on the couch.

"Why aren't you talking to me?" Bark was too gentle a term for her tone.

"Excuse me?"

"I haven't heard anything from you since Saturday. Why?"

"Texts work both ways, you know. You texted me when you got up Saturday morning so I thought I would wait until I knew you were up. I was cleaning and doing laundry Sunday. When you didn't text, I thought maybe you wanted some space to think. So I gave you some. If you had sent anything, I would have answered you."

She sat back, still upset but I think she got my point. "I would have appreciated a 'hey, I'm here if you want to talk'."

"Again, that shit cuts both ways."

"Okay, you made your point. It's time to boyfriend. I'm not happy with Mom." She described in vivid detail Mom's interrogation techniques.

"She's Mom. Apparently they do things like that. Boyfriend?" I sat down next to her and she leaned against me.

"We held hands and hugged, so yeah. She's acting like she thinks my boyfriend is going to take advantage of my innocent nature because I don't have dating experience."

"If I wasn't the one dating you, I'd be worried about the same thing. There are a lot of predators out there. And you're green, not innocent."

"She also said that I couldn't count on you ...

... to watch out for me because we won't be able to double-date all the time, your girlfriend won't go for that and it's not fair to you to expect you to babysit me. I am too innocent. Never been kissed, at least for real." I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye but her expression was neutral.

"Under normal circumstances that would be true. We need a new plan. You think the parents would buy our dates had a schedule change, now have to work weekends, so we can only date on Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday?" I was grasping at straws, throwing out the first idea that came to mind and letting her riff on it.

"Yeah, as long as we don't say that our dates are on the same night. They won't know if you're home or not and I can just come over here and hang out. I like the way you think."

"Desperate times call for desperate thoughts." I had enjoyed both dates and didn't want to give that up any time soon.

"I love a man who can think under pressure." She grabbed my hand and held it while leaning against me. "I'm going to hang out here for a while and then you can send me kicking and screaming back."

We sat for a few minutes, enjoying each other's closeness. I disentangled myself to warm up leftovers and we ate dinner on the couch, watching some romcom on Netflix.

As soon as the movie ended, she got up and pulled me up after her. "I need to get back before she sends a search party."

I walked her down to her car. She unlocked the door, I opened it, and as she stepped ...