First Date

"Hey babe, the movie has been over for an hour. I really should be going," Joe said as he stretched, letting out a yawn. "Thank you for dinner, that was wonderful."

"Hmm? You don't have to go, you know. You could hold me tonight while we sleep." I yawned a little. I really didn't want to get up, and his leg was making a very nice pillow. Of course, having his arm around me while we watched the movie was nice and I hadn't felt that comfortable with someone in a long time.

"I would love to, but I shouldn't stay any longer. This is our first date."

A gentleman? It couldn't be. He must hate me for some reason. Did I cook dinner too long? I'm being too pushy about using him as a pillow. I bet that's it. "Wait a minute, stop over thinking everything, maybe he just wants to go home to sleep. He'll call me tomorrow I bet. Just like all the other ones didn't," I thought to myself.

I walked before him to the door to let him out.

"This really was a nice evening, we have to do it again some time," he mumbled as I reached for the latch to let him out. I glanced at him and he quickly shifted his eyes away from my butt.

"Were you just looking at my butt?" I asked slyly.

"No. Well, yes, and I know we talked about this, but it's hard not to think about it when your laying on my lap like that."

"You know I'm not ready for that," stating what he already knew was pointless, but it gave me a chance to re-lock the door while I thought of ways to keep him around, "I bet I can think of a way to make that problem less important for the moment. Do you think you could handle snuggling with me tonight?"

"Katt, I like you a lot, really, but I know this is all new for you and I don't want to push you into anything. I will call you tomorrow, I promise."

"Nope, not letting you leave until I get my fill of cuddling," I thought to myself.

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him against me, while pressing my lips to his. He struggled for a moment and then wrapped his arms around me; pulling me tightly against him. Fear flooded into me but I pushed it back; I just want to be loved, and I'm not letting him leave. My hands found his pants button. He tried to protest, but I bit down on his lip; turning his words into an incoherent mumble.