SWEET SEX SLAVES

By SUSAN SWEET

Bob took me by the hand and led me out onto the dance floor. The band was playing a slow waltz and Bob took me into his arms. and held me close. He towered over me and I felt strange to be the one that was led by my partner.

We ate our meal, drank two more bottles of wine between the four of us and danced several more dances. I was feeling tipsy when we finally left Guiseppe's Piece of Genoa restaurant and went back to the car.

Bob helped me into the back seat again, but this time, when he got in, he took me into his arms. and kissed me full on the mouth!

I pushed him away.

"Bob! Please! Not now!" My voice was cracking, it was so high.

"Come on, Debbie, Honey, just a little kiss," Bob demanded, trying again. I heard Joyce giggle in the front seat.

"Bob! Stop, please! It's only our first date!" I had both hands against his chest.

"OK, Baby, whatever you say. You let me know when it's cool, OK?" he said, backing off. "You don't mind if I hold you and just sort of snuggle, do you?"

"I guess not."

Bob held me tight as we drove back towards Joyce's house. Sometimes he would gently kiss me on the neck, or nibble on my earlobe.

"You're beautiful, Debbie," he whispered. "I've never known a girl like you!"

We stopped in front of Joyce's house and Bob kissed me on the mouth again. He took me off-guard and I let the kiss go on too long before I pushed him away.

"Please!"

"When can I see you again?" he asked intently. "I must see you again, Debbie!"

"Soon." I didn't know how to respond.

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