Part 2: Awake
Tai once again shifted, tried to speak.
"Hello?" she croaked.
She was waking up properly now. Must be one of those sleep problems you have, when you think you can't move but you're fine. She could see better now, too. There was a faint green glow... over in the kitchen. She was at Frank's.
Why was she sleeping? Tai righted herself, stood up. She had been on the flat couch. The door to the bedroom was half open. The bedroom looked darker than the living room/kitchen. She went toward the guest bathroom. Her feet were bare, making no noise on the wood flooring.
After peeing, Tai considered her damp pussy. Frank was pretty fine, she must have gotten hot and bothered earlier without even noticing.
When Tai came out of the powder room, Frank was waiting near the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.
"Hey sleepy face. You don't drink very often, do you? That fourth glass of champagne and you were basically drooling on my shoulder."
Tai cocked her head to the side. She felt fine, refreshed. Frank looked exceptionally sexy in some retro pajamas complete with belt and his short hair mussed on one side.
"Uh, really?" Tai felt silly saying something so dumb after their intellectual conversations earlier. And still in her sequin dress, to boot. She suddenly felt self-conscious of the smeared eyeliner she ignored in the bathroom mirror, and no longer concerned about randomly waking up in her date's living room.
Frank stretched his shoulders, his face scrunched up. Tai ogled his body some more.
"You want some coffee so you can call a cab? I make a mean french roast," Frank offered, blinking.
Tai took a deep breath.
"Frankie, babe, I was going to tell you when I left that I wanted a second date. How about it starts now?"
She stepped closer to him as she spoke, close enough to get a whiff of a woody scent. She lowered her eyes to the floor, then glanced up at him.
Now with neither of them wearing shoes his eyes were several inches above his. The light from the bedroom barely revealed his clear brown eyes or lush dark lashes.
He leaned in to kiss her, and held her face in her hands. He stroked her neck and jawline.
***
Frank had only been asleep for a short while when he heard the flush of a toilet. The girl! She must be awake. He went to greet her, and shortly, she was kissing him.
Her kisses started timid but soon involved a lot of tongue. Frank wondered how good the girl's blow jobs would be. Ladies don't go down, this chick certainly had.
She had no initial response to his hands on her neck and jaw. Some girls were startled and didn't want to be touched there.
After some preliminary hugging and squeezing, Frank brought his hands back to her neck. He pushed her back slightly and looked her in the eye.
"Go sit on the couch."
He came to her shortly, bearing two glasses of ice water and a bowl of sliced strawberries. She drank gratefully. Frank suppressed a smirk, knowing where some of that moisture had gone.
He sat beside her and draped an arm around her shoulders, then began kissing her temples, face and shoulder. The girl responded by wiggling happily and bringing a hand to his abdomen and kissing him on the mouth again.
They had been making out on the couch for nearly a half hour when a position changed revealed his raging hard-on, pressed against her leg. The girl only wiggled in response. Cock-hungry slut! Frank pulled her into a sitting position and pulled her dress right over her head. She unbuttoned his pajama top in response and continued kissing him, slipping her hands over his firm torso to his back. She pulled him back on top of her.
The hot and heavy situation was not sustainable. The bitch needed it.