I grinned and blushed. Not that I wasn’t taking her in as well. She was wearing pinstripe slacks with a matching jacket and a white shirt with the top two buttons undone. It was accentuated with a red, untied bow tie and matching handkerchief in the jacket pocket. Her hair was combed and parted with swept up bangs. She looked so handsome, and I seemed to just float into her arms. Jack insisted on pictures, like we were going to prom or something.
When we entered the restaurant I could feel the other patrons’ eyes turn towards us. My hand tightened in Mitch’s and I whispered to her. “Are they staring at us?”
“No, they’re staring at you. You’re stunning.”
I started to protest, but my girlfriend cut me off.
“Cindy, you’re the most beautiful woman in the room. You’d be the most beautiful woman in almost every room on earth.”
I blushed and looked down, but her touch gave me strength. “You mean there are some I wouldn’t be?”
Mitch gave a little chuckle. “Not to me.” She leaned down and gave me a little kiss, not caring at all that the entire restaurant was looking at us. My heart swelled with love and pride, and I stood a little taller as I walked to our table.
It was by far the nicest restaurant I’d ever been in. The people were dressed elegantly, as were the staff. The waiter didn’t even write down our order, just memorizing it. My eyes almost left my skull when I saw the prices. You know it’s expensive when they only write down the dollar amounts.
I immediately found the least expensive thing on the menu, the Risotto, but Jack insisted that I get whatever I wanted, so I opted for the rack of lamb. I figured what the heck, might as well try something new.
It was beautiful with the sauce swooshed around the plate like in cooking shows I’d seen, and the taste was otherworldly. Jack threatened to get the escargot as an appetizer, making me scrunch up my nose and shake my head. I didn’t mind trying new things, but there were limits.
Luckily Stacy laughed and put her hand on my arm. “Don’t worry dear, he doesn’t like it either. He just likes to get a rise out of people.”
I smirked at my girlfriend. “I guess you come by that particular personality trait honestly.”
Stacy grinned. “They’re like clones. It’s scary.”
I could see the twinkle in Stacy’s eye, she loved that about her husband, just like I did about her daughter. But we didn’t need to let them know that. “Have I told what she did to me the first day we met? She was spotting me on the bench press, just teasing me mercilessly.”
“I was not! I was being very friendly.” Mitch gave me a playfully scolding look. “I was trying to make conversation.”
Stacy sat back. “Well, I was always told boys only tease girls they like.”
“You know, a friend said the same thing, and I’ve been thinking about it. It’s not okay for boys to tease girls, and teaching our daughters they should be proud when a boy belittles them,”. I shook my head. “If we ever have a son, we’re going to teach him better, Michelle Kirkpatrick. Even if he’s just like his grandfather.”
Jack gave a loud laugh. “That settles it, Michelle. I like her.”
“Me too, Dad.”
We took our time with dinner, but it was barely nine thirty when we finished. Stacy was tired, but Jack gave me a wink. “You know, Michelle, it seems almost a waste to get Cindy all dressed up and then only go for dinner.”
“What are you suggesting, Dad?”
He shook his head in disappointment. “Take her dancing, girl. Dancing is the way to a woman”s heart.”
“Dad, we all drove together.”
“We’ll get a cab. You should go.”
“Yeah.” I looked up into Mitch’s lovely blue eyes, remembering the first time we’d danced. “You should take me dancing.”
I watched the desire to hold me wash over Mitch’s face, which made me shiver. “Okay. Let’s do it.” Jack tossed his daughter the keys, and she handed me into the front seat of his SUV before crossing and climbing into the driver’s side.
“Do you know where we’re going?”
“Yeah. There’s at least one club I know that admits minors over near USF.” Mitch was twenty-one, having had her birthday in September. I wouldn’t join her in alcoholic legality until February.
“Is it a lesbian club?”
“No, but it’s pretty welcoming from what I understand. Besides, It’ll be dark. I doubt too many people will notice I’m not a guy. They’ll all be looking at you anyway.”
It turns out that Mitch was almost completely correct. We got into the club without any trouble, other than me having to have my hand stamped. Mitch offered to buy me a drink if I wanted one, but I didn’t want to mar the evening by being nervous about breaking the rules, and I really didn’t want to get caught and kicked out.
We hadn’t danced much since we’d gotten together, and as Mitch led me out onto the floor and wrapped me in her arms I vowed I’d have to change that. I massaged the back of her neck with my hand, gazing into her incredible blue eyes as she smiled down at me. I enjoyed the feeling of her strong body pressed against mine, the look of serene happiness on her face as she held me close. We swayed to the music as the world faded away
The only reminder was one guy who came up while Mitch and I were sitting one out and asked me to dance.
“Sorry, man. She’s all mine tonight.”
The guy positively started. He probably hadn’t spared a second glance at Mitch his entire way over. “Dude! You’re a chick?”
“Yup. You?”
I can virtually guarantee no one had ever asked him that before, especially given his bewildered expression. “No!”
I stood up. “Then I guess you don’t have what I’m looking for. C’mon sweetie,” I took Mitch’s hand, “let’s go dance.”
We left him there gaping, and I’ll admit my heart was beating a little fast, but I refused to look back as we made our way back out onto the floor.
“Look at you, Miss Sass.” Mitch was grinning at me.
“Well, it’s true. Like you said, I’m all yours. And not just for tonight.”
Emotion swam in Mitch’s eyes as she searched for an answer, which made me happy. She didn’t get tongue-tied often. But eventually she found the perfect comeback.
“I love you.”
It was my turn to tear up. “And I love you.” I lay my head on her shoulder as we moved in rhythm, both with the music and each other. “Always.”
We danced for another half an hour, me never wanting this moment to end. But I was getting tired, and Mitch could tell.
“You about ready to go?”
“Yeah. I wish we were back in Athens.”
“Why?”
“So we’d be going back to our apartment, and we could, y’know, do stuff.”
Mitch had that glint in her eye as she answered. “Cindy, you honestly think I’m going to dance with you all night, while you’re wearing that dress, and not make love to you when we get back?”
“But your parents will be there!”
Mitch shrugged. “They had sex while I was in the house growing up. I reckon turnabout is fair play.”
I wasn’t convinced, and Mitch could tell. “They won’t hear us, I promise. C’mon. I’ll prove it to you.” She took my hand and led me off the floor.
The house was dark when we got back, other than the porch light. We both slipped off our shoes when we got inside, although that took a little more doing for me than for Mitch, but we got the job done and made it back to our room with barely a sound.
Mitch closed the door behind us, the light of the street filtering in through her window made everything look blue. She took off her jacket and slid her arms around my waist. I leaned back against her, resting in her warmth for a moment. She kissed my neck, sending a shiver through me. “Mitch?”
“Yes, my love?”
“Help me take my dress off.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Her hands went to the bow in the back and untied it, before sliding down the hidden zipper at the waist. Her hands ran over my hips and up my sides until she reached my shoulders, slipping the thin straps down my arms. I shrugged the material free, letting the dress pool around my feet.
I turned back toward Mitch, pulling her to me and kissing her deeply, pressing my now almost nude body against her. Her hands ran over my bare back and up into my hair, easing my head back and to the side so Mitch could suckle my neck.
I moaned and leaned back into her arms, my hands going to her waist, feeling the curve of her hips and pulling her shirt free from her slacks. Her lips went to my ear, whispering softly.
“You’re going to have to unbutton it to get it off, babe.”
“Okay.”
I slid my hand up over her firm, flat stomach and modest breasts, reaching the top fastened button and undoing it. I kissed the skin I exposed, earning a sigh. I went down the line, button by button until her top opened and I pushed it over her shoulders and onto the floor.
Her arms went over her head, and I stripped off the black sports bra she was wearing, hungrily taking one of her firm nipples into my mouth.
“Oh, Cindy, that’s so nice. Mmm.” Buoyed by Mitch’s sighs I kept at it, going from side to side, reveling in the softness of her breasts, overlaying the powerful muscles beneath.
After a few wonderful minutes Mitch pulled away and took my mouth with hers, kissing me deeply and making my spirit melt inside me. God, I wanted her to take me, and she knew it.
“Get on the bed, lay back. I wanna taste you.”
My heart was racing as I obeyed, watching wide eyed as Mitch approached, eyes hungry. She stripped off her slacks before joining me on the mattress, covering me with her body and kissing me deeply, pressing me into the softness of the bed. Slowly she worked her way down my body, taking an exquisite amount of time with every square inch of my skin she kissed. I just let myself float in the attention of my lover, the soft feel of her lips, the heat of her body.
Her mouth closed over one of my nipples, making me moan and push my chest up into her mouth, my hands gripping the sheets. Mitch was definitely energized by my reaction, increasing the intensity just like I wanted. It always amazed me how well we communicated during sex, how easily she read what I wanted and how I wanted it. I felt so connected with her, from the first kiss to the lovely cuddling that came afterwards. I belonged completely to her, and I knew, deep in my soul, that her heart was mine, the most precious gift I would ever be given.
I was almost surprised when Mitch’s mouth began to move down over my belly. When she reached the waistband of my panties my knees closed so she could strip them off. Her lips and tongue feathered along my inner thighs as my legs opened to her, and she settled between them, my eyes closing as she took me to heaven.