1. BLITHE


    Date: 10/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male / Females, Romance, Author: Gentalman, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    my hand. “Turn around.” I faced away from her and she dried off my back. “So what if the girl gives out her number without being asked?” I asked, getting to the reason for my inquiry. She paused and said, “She’s probably real interested in the guy.” and then finished drying me off. That was music to my ears, “So, when would she expect the guy to call; when he got the guts to do it?” I asked. “I don’t know.” she acknowledged, “Depends on whether the guy told her that he liked her or not.” Girls were way too complicated. Does everything have to have so many stipulations? “I don’t know, let’s say that he did.” I prodded. “So, a guy tells a girl he likes her and she gives him her number?” she summarized. “Ok, that will work.” I said, “So when does the guy call her?” ‘Fwap!’ the towel snapped, reddening my thigh. “Out with it!” Julie demanded. “What the…” I yelped, raising a leg in defense. “Spill it!” she ordered, snapping the towel and reddening my hip. “Out with what?” I asked, moving my hand to protect myself. She feigned snapping the towel until I moved my hand for an open shot on my cheek. “Who gave you their number?” and redden the side of it. “Damn it Julie!” I protested, rubbing the spot she hit. “Nobody did!” I lied, “Stop hitting me!” I begged. “Somebody did; now spill it!” she kept up, making the towel pop me again. “Ok!” I relented, “Stop and I’ll tell you.” She dropped her hand but not the towel. “Drop the towel Julie.” I demanded. She let go and it fell to her ...
    feet. “First, when should a guy call a girl?” I asked again. She huffed and said, “When you think you should.” and leered at me. “Well that isn’t helpful at all.” I mocked; bringing my foot over the tub. She threw her hand up to my chest, halting me in my attempt to escape. “When you think she is by herself.” she continued, “You know, so she doesn’t have to worry about someone hearing her.” I nodded in agreement with that. “So whenever a guy thinks the girl is alone; I like that.” I admitted, making a second attempt to get out. But she wasn’t having it. “Not until you tell me who gave you their number.” she ordered, pushing me back. “Oh, not me; Bob Jenkins.” I diverted, “He got a girl’s number and we were trying to figure out when he should call her.” I lied, and tried to step over the tub again. “Bullshit!” she rebuked, “Nobody would give that dimwit a phone number. Besides, you’ve been walking around with your head up your ass all evening.” pushing me back in. I could see there was no lying out of it. She would find out eventually if my intentions came through. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone?” I asked. “I knew you were lying!” she snapped, beating on my chest. “Who was it?” I fought to grab her wrists, “You don’t know her.” I assured her, “She’s a Baker.” “Really; what kind?” she asked, stopping her drum beat on me. I couldn’t resist even if I tried. “Candy” I replied. “You met a candy baker?” she asked, a bit confused. That stumped her. I don’t think there were any candy ...
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