The VIRGIN STRIPPER

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*****Lisa Michaels *****
Dave's eyes searched my face for a moment before he opened his mouth to say something but decided against it and just let his eyes roam all over my face.

"So-"

"Don't say it," he cut me off. "The problem with you wanting to do that is me wanting to do more than just taste your lips." He explained and I nodded.

With the nod, I looked away, I had thought about kissing him and touching him for a while now, it was one of the things that I couldn't get out of my head even if I wanted to.

"Are you sure?" He whispered as he leaned down toward me and I nodded despite my heartbeat increasing. "Go ahead. "

Without hesitation, I took a spoonful of the icecream and brought it to my mouth before leaning forward to meet his lips as he watched me carefully.

"Are you sure?" He breathed before our lips could meet fully and I opened my eyes to meet his dark ones searching mine.

"Yeah." I breathed and he closed his eyes and pressed his lips on mine and I moaned at the sensation that exploded within me.

One of Dave's hand reached for my waist to pull me closer to him as the other pushed the icecream away before reaching the side of my face and tilting my head to the side so that we could kiss deeply.

Dave's licked the icecream on my bottom lip before giving it a small sharp bite that made me take a sharp breathe in before I opened my mouth for him to explore with his tongue.

Before long, Dave had shifted us so that I lay beneath him as my hands went under his hoodie while his went to the space between my sweats and the woolen sweater I had on at my waist.

We kissed for what felt like hours before we both pulled back for air. Dave leaned his forehead on mine, noses still touching while he drew circles with his thumb on my left cheek as his eyes locked on mine.

"How are you so perfect?" He breathed and my heart felt too heavy for my chest as I felt it sink before it resurfaced with a thunderous beat.

"I'm not, " I rasped out as I shifted from beneath him.

"You are," he affirmed and sat down, eyes still on me as I squirmed from his gaze, "how did your icecream taste on my lips?"

"I got distracted from the taste," I said with a breathy laugh while he smiled at me and shook his head.

"Do you want to taste it again?" He asked and I  blushed, slowly crawling with my back so that I could be half immersed in his pillows.

"Yeah," I nodded bashfully as I watched him climb on top of me. "You forgot the icecream." I breathed as I let him steady me beneath him by the waist.

"I don't want the icecream, " he said, dragging his index finger down the side of my neck, "I only want to taste you." His voice was clouded and breathy and his eyes were dogged with what I could bet was lust and desire.

"I want the icecream, " I bargained, searching his face and chest as I went to feel his abs through the hoodie. "I want this off." I pointed to his hoodie and he smirked as he leaned off me to take it off.

"Any more requests your highness?" He asked, leaning over me.

My breathe hitched as I took in the view of his chest with nothing but a thin blue vest on. "Aaah-!" My mouth decided to embarrass me as I ogled him.

"I'll take that as a good sign," he teased with a smirk as he leaned even closer toward me. "I want you to ask me for whatever you want. I won't touch you unless you ask me to, I won't make a move unless yo-"

"Kiss me," and he didn't hesitate as he claimed my lips in one passionate swoop.

I reached my hands around his neck and tugged at his hair as I pulled him closer until there wasn't any space left between us.

Pulling away, I took a second to take in enough air in my lungs to tell him exactly what I wanted. "I want you to touch me," I breathed out, "anywhere you want."

"How am I ever going to move on if you decide you don't want me?" He breathed, eyes tender and voice soft like his heart was breaking from the thought alone and maybe, from the pained expression in his eyes, the thought hurt him enough to scare him as much.

Without words to assure him, I just stared at him as he pulled away and sat up. "This is going to hurt," he told me while his back faced me and he hunched over and buried his head in his hands. "Can we do this when you are sure how you feel about me? I mean I really want to kiss you and even go further if you let me but I-"

"Dave," I called to him as I hugged him from behind as I felt him tense before he sat up straight and let his head lie on my shoulder as he looked up at me. "Why are you scared about how I feel about you?"

"I hurt you once," he breathed eyes still on me, "I'm scared this is your time to hurt me."

"I'm not like that," I told him, hurt swirling within me that he could even think that about me.

"What if I mess up? Or hurt you? Or you get bored and things just don't go according to plan?"

"You're being a little too pessimistic," I scolded him and he sighed before turning around to pick me up by the waist.

Placing me on his lap so that I was straddling him, he pushed himself up until he leaned on the dashboard. His fingers played on my inner thighs, he watched me sadly. "Can I continue kissing you while you decide how you feel about me or before you get yourself a boyfriend?" My mouth hang open at his request as I blinked several times, "we don't have to be exclusive."

"That's all you want?"

"The only time I'll want more is when you're sure about how you feel."

"What if I'm sure now?"

"How do you feel?"

"Does being sexually attracted to you cut it?"

With a small smile, he shook his head and played with my hair as he leaned his head backwards and closed his eyes.

"We're not having sex if it means nothing to you."

"You're just being mean," I told him with a pout and he chuckled, his hands playing on my waist as he leaned me closer to him.

"I'm being rational, " he argued.

"No, you're being mean because you want me to like you before you fuck me." I insisted.

"Wouldn't you want me to feel the same way if you were in my shoes?" He challenged quietly and I huffed out a breathe.

"I still get to kiss you. That's more than we would have done if I was the one sailing this boat."

"I could revoke your entitlement, " he warned and I stuck my tongue out at him as I tried to get off him.

"I'd like to watch you try." I said once I was off him only for him to drag me by my ankle back to him and pin me on bed, hands above my head. "Fine, you're hot and a good guy." I huffed like a kid who'd been forced to apologize and he laughed before letting go of my hands.

"Sleep over tonight," he suggested and I sat up to look at him.

"No touching," I told him and he gave me a small smile before leaning towards me.

"How am I supposed to cuddle you?"

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Have you ever been in a relationship that didn't feel right no matter how invested you were? What were the signs that it wasn't worth it?

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Love,Eline ❤