“A little,” I responded. I wasn’t really hungry. I was too nervous. I also didn’t want to eat anything that may have led me to farting in front of her.
“I got us a sub,” she informed me, seeming oblivious to the fact that I had eyes and was sitting two feet away from the sub.
“You did?” I asked, pretending I didn’t see the sub that was sitting two feet away from me. “That was nice of you.”
“Thank you,” she said as she leaned forward to grab the sub.
“Do you want to cut it up?” I asked.
“Listen,” she stopped, turning towards me. “I need to be honest up front. I have certain needs. Certain desires.”
I shook my head. Doesn’t everyone? I thought to myself.
“So I like getting this out in the open right away,” she confessed. “I hate when I have to hide this for the first few months of a relationship and then find out the guy isn’t into it.”
“I can understand that,” I responded, wondering what her kink was.
“Like, I’d take it up the butt for you,” she told me. “So I’d want to know that you would do what I want.”
I didn’t actually want her to take it up the butt. I’ve never actually done that.
“Okay…”
She smiled and picked up the sub.
“My turn-on,” she began, while moving one end of the sub close to my mouth, “is Lady and Tramping food and then fucking on top of the mess we’ve made.”