Wendy' Choice - Sex Stories

Wendy' Choice

... whole boring life.” he said, smiling at her. “He just graduated high school, but he doesn't really have any plans for college. He never even sent any applications!”

“Oh, that's too bad.” Wendy said, commiserating. “I'm afraid Miranda won't be going to college, either. She applied to one, but she didn't get accepted.”

“How old is she?” he asked, curious.

“Eighteen, same as your son.” she replied. “She just graduated, too.”

“Enough about them.” he said, and took her hand in his across the table. “I want to know about this pretty lady right here.”

“Oh.” she said, blushing. “I'm afraid there's not much to tell.”

“How did you get your daughter? Were you married like me?” he asked.

She blushed again and shook her head. “My senior prom date raped me, and left me stranded a few miles outside of town when I wouldn't suck it after he took my virginity.” she admitted, hanging her head in shame and looking at the table, embarrassed. “He's the only man I've ever been with.”

“Really?” he asked. “Nobody since then?”

She shook her head, still looking at the table, still embarrassed. He put a finger under her chin and made her look at him, catching her eyes with his own and not letting her look away.

“I'm going to be the first man you give yourself to.” he said, smiling. “You got taken once, but your going to GIVE yourself to me!”

“I... I am?” she asked, blushing again, even redder than before. “I've never... I've never let a man love me because I'm not worth ...

... loving. I'm broken and ruined.”

“Not to me you're not.” he told her, still meeting her eye. “To me, you're a beautiful girl who has never known the love she deserves.

“Come on, let's get out of here.” he said suddenly, throwing down a pile of money onto the table instead of waiting for the check. “That's enough to cover lunch and a pretty generous tip.”

He took her hand as he led her out of the restaurant. “No, wait, I've got to go back to work!” she exclaimed, letting him lead her to his car, parked on the other side of the lot from her own. “Mr. Anderson, my boss, will fire me if I don't show up right after lunch!”

“No, he won't.” Bill said, matter of factly. “I let them know at your front office that I was taking you to Armando's. They know what that means. My company is several order's of magnitude above yours, but trust me, mine and yours have done business before, and both have profited from the relationship! This relationship between the two of us that's developing is 100% corporate approved.”

“But we just had lunch at Brian's Deli.” she said, confused, ignoring a little niggle of a suspicion that his words had inspired. “What's Armando's?”

“It's a restaurant in Los Angeles.” he said, smiling as he opened the door for her and helped her sit down.

“But we're in Chicago.” she said, confused. “Are we going to L.A?”

“No, we're going to my place, and we'll be there until tomorrow morning.”

“But... what does that mean?” she asked, sitting down in ...