"So, do you want to make a bet on this weeks game?" I laughed as I read the text from Lauren. It was a week and a half into December, and our two NFL teams, the 49ers and the Rams, were playing each other that week.
My 49ers were not playing very good at all, devastated by injuries, while the Rams were picking up their play and starting to win. I knew it was probably a bad idea, but I texted Lauren back and asked, "What do you want to bet?"
"It's simple. 49ers win, I make one of your fantasies come true. Rams win, you make one of my fantasies come true," Lauren texted back.
"Sounds like a win/win for both of us," I said.
"For sure! May the best team win!" She said.
The game between our two teams that week was on a Thursday. I stayed up a little later then I normally do to watch some of it, texting Lauren the whole time. When I went to bed at halftime, the game was tied at three.
When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I looked at was the score, only to see that the 49ers lost, twelve to six. I next went to my texts and saw that Lauren had sent me a picture. I smiled as I opened it and saw a picture of her, in her bathroom, with her shirt pulled up, flashing her breasts at me. The message with it read, "Hey babe, hope this cheers you up after losing! Can't wait for you to make my fantasy come true!"
I texted her back and asked what the fantasy would be, but when she woke up later that morning, she refused to tell me, just that I would have to wait. We spent the rest of the day texting, as I tried to guess it and she teased me.
That weekend, the company that Taylor and I worked for was having a Christmas party. While I could technically take a plus one and had thought about inviting Lauren, Taylor had told me she had nobody to take, unless she invited her dad, so I told her I'd go single too and we could sit next to each other.
I picked her up from her parents house a half hour before the party. As she climbed into my car, I gave her a little hug and told her how beautiful she looked. She had her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and, since the party was a formal affair, she was wearing a nice white blouse with a flower pattern on it, and a black skirt that went down to her ankles. For myself, I had on a red polo shirt and a nice pair of jeans.
When we arrived at the party, we spent the first little bit of it mingling with our co-workers before they announced that dinner was ready. We grabbed some food and sat down at the table with a few other people that we got along with.
Halfway through eating, one of the other people at the table commented, "It's too bad you're so old, Christopher or you and Taylor would make a cute couple."
We both laughed and shared a knowing glance before I said, "Yeah, maybe. But, I'm happy where I'm at and whoever Taylor does date will be an extremely lucky guy."
As people started to finish eating, the big wigs in our company started to stand up and give speeches, telling everyone how great we all are, and handing out awards for time with the company.
After the speeches were done, we were told that we could stay as long as we wanted, but Taylor and I immediately stood up, said goodbye to everyone, and started to make our way out. As we walked back to my car, I reached out and grabbed Taylor's hand. She tightly gripped my hand in hers, only letting go when we arrived at my car and I opened up the passenger side door for her to get in.
After I climbed into the driver's seat, Taylor turned to me and said, "You know, the night is still young. When do you have to pick up your kids?"
"Whenever," I answered back. "My in-laws will get them to sleep for me. What time do you have to be home by?"
"Whenever. I'm a grown woman. As long as I make it to church tomorrow, my parents don't care," she told me.
"So, what should we do?" I asked, smiling at her.
"Get out of here, find somewhere private, and kiss me," she said
"My house?" I suggested as I put my car in drive and started to pull out of the parking lot.
"Honestly, I'm not ready for that yet. I don't want too private where we might go too far. I know you said you would stop if I said to, but I don't know if I would say stop," she said.
"Fair enough," I told her as I tried to think of somewhere to go. As I started to drive around, Taylor was giving me her thoughts on the Christmas party and all the office gossip. I eventually started to drive towards the mountains that surrounded our city, going up into one of the canyons, and pulling off to the side, where there was a cut-out that looked out over the city.
Seeing where we were, Taylor giggled and said, "Really? Make out point? What are we, teenagers?"
I laughed too, but inside I was thinking that this was a special place for me. When Madison and I were first dating, we would drive up to this same spot and spend the alone time we had either kissing or talking. Since both of us lived with roommates, it was the only time we had to ourselves.
I didn't tell Taylor any of that as we looked out over the city and finished our conversation about the Christmas party. With another laugh, Taylor looked at me and asked, "Should we move to the backseat?" I asked if she really wanted to and she grabbed my hand, putting it on her leg, and said, "Yes. Get this center console out of our way."
We quickly crawled through the front seats to the back after I killed the lights to the car. Once back there, I wrapped my arm around Taylor's shoulders and pulled her close to me as we began to kiss. The kiss was extremely sensational, passionate, one that had been reserved for a while for somebody who you truly missed and cared for. I kept my hand on her waist as Taylor brought one of her hands up and started to caress my cheek.
As our heads twisted and turned, our lips never leaving one another, Taylor started to adjust her body, turning it more towards me, and her hips started to push up off the seat. I ended the kiss, pulling away from Taylor, our lips touching until the very last second. She opened her lust-filled eyes as we moved apart, pulled her hand off my cheek, and she said, "Wow. I needed that."
I laughed and said, "It felt amazing. Not gonna lie, I've thought about it a lot tonight."
"Really?" She said. "Why? Kissing me?"