After all that, I suggested we go out for dinner. I thought it would be a good idea, so she wouldn’t think I was just some s*x-obsessed pervert. And besides, it would give us a chance to have a more or less normal conversation; at the very least, we could get to know each other a bit better.
But when evening came and I saw her dressed up, I immediately regretted it. It’s obvious she’s trying to push me to the limit, even in front of other people. In fact, seeing her curves outlined beneath her tight dress, I wonder if I should let her go out like that. I’d be capable of smashing the face of any bloke who dares to look at her.
The evening goes well all the same. Of course, every now and then she teases me indirectly, but I’ve realised that’s just part of her nature. And to be honest, I’m
