Page 7 of Kisses
Chapter 3
Sullivan
The whole ride to my apartment is quiet. Both women are in the back, whispering God knows what to each other. When I ran into Lyla and saw the damsel in a frantic state, I knew I had to get to know this girl. She was completely annoyed with me spilling her beer all over her. It was quite funny. Then the whole see-through tank-top, that was fantastic. Lyla has tits for days that equally match her curvaceous body. I haven’t quite picked up her personality just yet. She does seem kind of stand-offish but witty. Women who are hard to get just challenge my inner competitiveness. It all depends on what kind of challenge I want her to be. Is she a one-nighter or several nights? I plan to find out.
We walk into my loft apartment located in the center of town. It’s not far from where I work. That is a huge convenience. If I want to drive, I drive, but I prefer to ride my bicycle. Omaha has a huge biking community and several of those individuals live in my complex. We do a lot of riding. It’s what I enjoy, besides riding women.
I lead the women into the kitchen where the refrigerator is. I ask, “What do you ladies want to drink?”
Lyla’s friend answers, “What do you have that is sweet?”
I smile, “I have everything you need.”
“Is that so?”
Someone is getting flirty with me. I laugh, “How about a Vodka cranberry?”
She smirks, “That sounds delicious.”
My attention goes to Lyla. She just steps back and lets her friend do her thing with me. I need to get her attention again. Again, I ask with the question being geared toward her, “Lyla, what would you like?”
Her crystal blue eyes look up at me and she answers, “Um. What kind of beer do you have?”
I smile, “It depends on what you are in the mood for. I got craft beer and then the normal beers like Bud Light or Miller Light.”
She returns the smile, “Just a regular bar at your own home?”
I laugh, “Yeah, it’s typical of a couple of guys living together.”
“Regular old bachelor pad, I take it.”
She is starting to warm up again. This is good. I smile, “What would you like?”
She sighs, “Dealer’s choice.”
I grin, “Are you sure about that?”
Her expression starts to soften up more. She states, “Preferably, no IPAs.”
I wink, “No IPAs coming up.”
A cute smile appears across her face. She moves her amber curls behind her ear as she examines me. Lyla is a natural beauty.
I open the refrigerator and grab Lyla a brown ale that is strong in potency. My plan is to loosen her up a tad more before I make my move. I shut the fridge, turn around and see her just standing there waiting for me by herself. I skim the room to see where her friend went. I notice she has moved on from me and to my roommate, Todd. This is even better.
I walk over to Lyla and hand her the beer. She continues to glance over me. Lyla takes the beer and presses it against her plump lips, and she sips. I gulp just thinking of those lips around my cock. I probably should get to know this woman before I lure her to my bedroom and have my way with her.
I ask, “Tell me about yourself.”
She laughs, “Do you really want to get to know me?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Let’s be honest here. You just want to fuck me.”
Taken back, I grin, “What makes you think that?”
She plays, “Let’s look at the facts. You spilled beer on me, looked at my tits, and felt the need to grab my hand and lead me to the bar, buy us a shot, and buy me beer.”