This is an entry in the 2018 Valentine's Day contest. Be sweet and vote.
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It was a risk taking Megan out on a second date on Valentine's Day. The concern: a girl thinks you love her when you're still getting to know her. I like the girl, but am I falling in love with her? I don't know, but I'm dying to see her naked. Lemon blonde hair, curvy, bubbly, with sparkling blue eyes on her wholesome face. And those big, creamy breasts; I wonder if her areolas are pink, tan, or ghostly pale. Either way, they were prominently displayed tonight in a tight, low cut blue dress. Her erect nipples pointed at me. The new girl in the office who I'd been bird dogging for months had a way about her; an alluring naiveté which is rare in the shallow world of Los Angeles. And as much as I tried, my eyes kept wandering to her breasts as she chattered on at the dinner table. Then she said some words that made me hit the brakes as though I was about to slam into the rear of a semi-truck.
"I think it's important to save your virginity for your wedding night. You know, growing up Mormon, that's how I was brought up. Don't you agree?"
Hell no, I don't agree. Thirty dollar flowers, an eighty dollar dinner. All for nothing.
"Well, you have to do what you feel is right," I answered.
"I take it you're not a virgin?"
I chuckled. "No. No I'm not."
"How many women have you slept with?"
My eyes rolled up as I added up the girlfriends, app hook-ups and drunken one night stands. "About thirty."
Her mouth fell open. And so marks the end of Tyler and Meg's very short love story.
I dropped her off at her apartment in West Los Angeles and walked her to her door hoping that she'd invite me in so maybe I could seduce her into giving up her precious virginity.
"I had a lovely night," she said.
"So did I."
"Thank you for dinner and the flowers."
"You're welcome."
She leaned up onto her tiptoes for a kiss. I gave in, kissing her pillowy lips. My arms went around her, drawing her close to mash those tits against me as she opened her mouth to allow my tongue to slide in. She smelled so good. I began to get hard. I wanted to push her into her apartment, rip her panties off, bend her over and fuck her with my hands full of her tits. To hear her moan and cry as I rammed it deep inside aroused me. Megan's hand came up to my chest to weakly press me away. I backed off with heavy, aching balls. She looked like she was considering going farther.
"Good night," she whispered.
I should've kept going until she gave in. I could've changed her mind with persistent hands and lips. But no, mom raised a gentleman. I stepped back.
"Good night," I replied. "See you Monday."
The whole ride, all I could think about was bouncing Megan's ass in bed. Little cock tease. My mind returned to my driving as I was on a dangerous part of the road leading home up a steep, narrow canyon road. The house in which I crash is out of the way, far from the Hollywood action. But it's luxurious and cheap thanks to my aunt Teddie.
Aunt Theodora, pronounced Tay-a-dora, is known to the world as model, Taya Simms. To the family, she's just Teddie. Named after my grandfather, Theodore, and the youngest of my mom's five younger sisters, she's quite a beauty. Long sable colored hair, a pouty lower lip, a straight nose and great green eyes, she's a slim woman with long legs and titties that anyone would like to mouth. My mom and her other sisters have some of her features but it was as though God made the perfect woman on the fifth try. At sixteen, Teddie was discovered by a modeling agency and was modeling in Paris at seventeen. At twenty, she married a rock star twenty years her senior. She was always on tour with him in some exotic foreign land. But at twenty five, they divorced and she came to LA to become an actress. That was ten years ago. Now at thirty five, she's accepted the fact she'll never be seriously taken as an actress. Being too old to model, she settled on being a mistress of a rich studio executive who gave her this house in the hills. She spends her days maintaining her social media persona, posting pictures of herself on vacation in fantastic places, doing yoga, modeling her friend's clothes and other mindless selfies. She has two million followers so she must be doing something right.
I never saw her much when I was growing up but when she did come home for a visit, we were always more equals or good friends than aunt and nephew. That's the way she wanted it. She called me her 'cheeky boy' and she was my 'Teddy bear.' At twelve, she let me watch an R-rate movie with tits and violence. At fourteen, she taught me how to drive stick shift on her Porsche. At eighteen, she let me take my first toke on a joint. She corrupted me as often as she could. That made her the first name in my cool book.
I pulled into the gated drive, as the gate rolled shut behind me and parked outside the garage. Teddie was gracious enough to let me stay here when I moved to LA last year, resettling here after getting an IT job in Century City. I pay a paltry thousand dollars a month to basically cover the utilities in this multi-million dollar home. I had told her I'd move out when I got on my feet but I'm so comfortable here, and she gets lonely and scared up here in the hills all alone, that I'm staying for as long as she wants.
I entered the home, tossing my keys on a side table beside a crystal vase of white roses near the door. The whole place smelled of flowers. After all, it was Valentine's Day and though she was old by modeling standards, she's still gorgeous and had admirers. I heard the TV in the living room and sauntered in there to see Teddie sprawled on the couch with a glass of wine in her hands. Her long legs were wrapped in thigh high Norwegian wool socks that jutted from her favorite short silk robe. Her long hair was pinned up into a sloppy bun. Her sly green eyes glittered with the flames from the fire burning in the fireplace. A half empty bottle of red wine sat on the table. A movie droned on the sixty inch TV.
"What, no date?" I asked, grabbing a glass from the wet bar before heading for the couch.
"Evan is in Japan. He asked me if I wanted to join him but, ugh, the flight. It's too long for a few nights."
She sipped her wine and moved her legs for me to flop on the couch beside her. I reached over to her wine and poured myself a glass, settling in to unwind after an unfulfilling date.
"What about you?" she asked. "I thought you'd be out all night."
"Found out she's Mormon. She's saving herself for marriage."
