1 month later:
I've been seeing Derek for almost two months now. I'm at his house now and we're watching tv, cuddled together on the couch.
"You want anything to drink? I'm getting water" I stand up. "No thanks" he says. I walk to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water.
I sit back down. My phone starts ringing. I pick if up. "Hey cris" I say. "Hey, do you wanna go to the bar with me later? I need to get laid" she says. "Um" I say.
"Are you still seeing that guy?" She asks. "Yeah" I say. I hear her groan. "Can I bring him along?" I ask. "Whatever" she says. "Okay, I'll see you there" I say. We hang up.
"You wanna go for a drink tonight?" I ask. "Sure" he says. I smile. He picks up his phone. He sighs quietly, putting it back down. "You alright?" I ask. He nods.
"What's up?" I ask. "I just got a reminder that today was my dad's birthday" he says. "Oh" I say. "Sorry, I shouldn't talk about It to you.. I dont want to make you feel awkward" he says.
"No, derek you should always tell me.. that's what girlfriends are for, right?" I ask. "Yeah" he smiles. I hug him.
"I miss him" he whispers. "I never met him but I'm sure your dad would be proud of you.. you're taking care of his company and your family.. plus you have an extremely hot girlfriend too" I say. He chuckles.
"I hope I'm making him proud" he whispers. I hug him tighter, resting my head on his chest.
"I feel like I've overshared" he says. "You haven't, stop worrying about what I think" I say. He kisses me.
"Tell me something about you now" he says. "My dad's alive" I say quietly. He chuckles. "That's not what I meant" he says. "What then?" I ask. "Just tell me anything.. something personal" he says.
"No" I say. "Fine" he sighs dramatically. I roll my eyes. "I used to be a stripper" I say. He looks at me immediately. "No you did not" he says. I bite my lip.
"Go on" he says. "What?" I ask. He grabs his phone and puts on some music. "No!" I giggle, blushing. "Its nothing I haven't seen before" he pulls me up gently.
"Will it.. turn you on?" I whisper, wrapping my arms loosely around his neck, stood infront of him. "Yes" he kisses the part of my stomach that's not covered by my shirt.
"Let me put my heels on" I giggle, walking over and sliding them onto my feet. I hold his hand. "Come" I say. He follows me to the middle of the living room. I put one of the chairs from the table infront of him and he sits down.
He watches me as I slowly pull off my shirt. I unzip my denim skirt and it drops to the floor. I'm stood infront of him in my lacy pink underwear and matching bra.
I walk behind his chair and lean down to him. "You better have some 1s" I whisper in his ear, running my hand down his chest. "I'll give you something better than money" he says. I move back around so I'm infront of him.
I straddle him. I grind against him slowly, wrapping my arms around his neck. I feel him grow hard immediately.
"No touching, Mister" I pull his hands off of my waist gently. I put my hands on his neck. I move further onto his lap and grind on him in a circular motion.
I stand up. I turn around. I feel his hand on my thigh and the other on my ass. I giggle, pulling them off. "Can you not control yourself?" I sit back down, this time with my back towards him. "Not with you" he says. I grin.
I reach my hand back, gently grabbing his curls. I grind my ass against his erection. I hear him let out a small groan.
I stand up again. I push my hair back and bend down. He watches me as I run my hands down his stomach. I brush past his erection and run them down his thighs. I kiss him softly. I smile at him.
I straddle him again. "How much extra do you charge to take the bra off?" He smirks. I bite my lip, pretending to think. He chuckles softly.
"Free.. for you" I reach my hand back and unclasp it. It falls down my arms and I toss it aside.
"Can we go to your bedroom now?" I ask. "I've been waiting for you to say that" he picks me up. I giggle. "Keep the heels on" he says as he carries me to his room. I giggle, kissing him. He lays me onto his bed and crawls ontop of me.
