Chapter 11

“You handled all of that really well. But I also sort of ... pushed it pretty far. Was that OK? I figured calling you ‘baby’ wasn’t so bad, but once we were into it I got a little carried away,” Sabrina said. You two were still sitting next to each other in the booth, and she leaned one elbow on the table, shifting forward and turning fully to talk to you. Her shirt, still partially unbuttoned, gaped open a little and you could see her cleavage and the top line of her bra.

“Yeah, I was fine with it,” you said. “I wasn’t really sure what to expect there, and you were definitely pushing some of my buttons.”

“I think I was pulling on a lever, too,” she smirked.

“That you were,” you nodded with your own smile. “I guess I just need to know how much of all that was performance for the camera, and how much might have been for me.”

Her smirk softened into a bit more of a shy smile, and she looked away for a moment as colour rose to her cheeks. “I’m not sure, really,” she said. “I think maybe some of it was definitely for you. There was a part of me that wanted to see what you would do. If you’d crack. Once you were filming you went all professional on me - I couldn’t tell if you were just focused, or into it.”

The waitress came back with your coffee, interrupting the conversation again for a moment. It gave you a chance to recollect your thoughts and figure out what they hell you were doing. Sabrina was dancing between coming on to you constantly, or acting like you were her gay best friend. You felt like she was right at the cusp of making a decision about you, and god damn you wanted to make sure she made the right one.

As Theresa the waitress walked back towards the bar to make the sundae Sabrina had ordered, you still hadn’t decided how to do what you wanted to do.

“John, I just- can I just do one thing?” Sabrina asked you after taking a sip of her black coffee.

“What’s that?” you asked.

Instead of answering, she slipped her hand under the table and onto your thigh, and ran it up to your crotch. Your dick reacted quickly, having only gone down to a half-chub through lunch, and soon she was cupping your hard length through your slacks.

“God, I thought so,” Sabrina said. “I just couldn’t really tell with my foot. I’ve never done something like that before.”

“Sabrina, if you’re going to keep doing that, I’m going to do the same,” you warned her.

She bit her lip, meeting your eye, but pulled her hand away. “Sorry. I know I’m being such a bitch right now.”

“You’re not,” you assured her. “I can’t blame you for being curious about me. You’ve given me more than an eyeful, and I’m still curious about you.”

“Are you?” she asked.

“Don’t be like that,” you laughed. “Don’t play like you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing?” Sabrina asked.

You didn’t answer her, turning and opening a sweetener packet, then dumping it into your coffee before giving it a stir with the little spoon they provided. You took a sip and set the mug back down and looked back at her. You didn’t say a word, just met her eyes with your own.