They slid into the booth together – side by
side – and immediately he reached for her thigh and she pressed herself against
him.
"Comfortable, Babe?"
Her answer was given in the form of a slight brush of her palm along his belt line.
The seat was properly cushioned, the lighting was dim, the noise but a chatter and the booth backs were nice and high. A perfect contrast to the bar area from which they came. He turned to her and immediately noticed how bright her smile had become.
It was then that the waitress presented herself at the table. Amaka retrieved her hand, much to the dissatisfaction of her now very alert date, and tucked her shoulder in behind his. After a brief introduction two drinks were ordered, a glass of vodka martini.
As he watched the waitress walk away, he noticed that this was the first time he and Amaka had been alone since their very first date over a week ago. He smiled and returned his gaze to her.
He moved in to kiss her and she welcomed him with ever so slightly parted lips. One, two, three times their tongues danced before he reclined back into his seat. The taste of her lip gloss was light, a welcome change from the paste his past dates had used.
"I have a game for us to play tonight."
A huge grin was her only response.
"It's a game with only one rule."
Her eyes widened.
"Here's how you play." As he said this he reached into his coat pocket and removed a stack of seven small sealed envelopes. She noticed that the one on top had something written on the top.
"Here are seven envelopes. Each has something written inside. The game is for you to open them, one at a time, over the course of our dinner and you must do what's inside. There's no picking and choosing... either you're in or you're not..."
She looked at the cards then picked up the one on the top. After looking at her name spelled on the front, she placed it back on the stack.
"I'm going to need more wine, aint I?"
His reply was in the form of changing the subject. Both needed the warmth of alcohol to continue the game... The next few minutes were spent discussing simple topics that weren't covered while sitting at the bar. As if on cue, our waitress retuned with the drinks. After setting them down she explained the specials then enthusiastically went over the menu.
Once the drinks were delivered, the first few sips were consumed, the topic returned to the stack of envelopes sitting before them. She took a long draught of wine and reached for the top card.
"Either in or out... right?"
"Exactly..."
And after his reply she tore into the envelope and opened the first card.
As her eyes read the handwritten words contained within, her concern swiftly morphed into surprise. She placed the card down and dug into her purse. She soon found her phone and with fingers flying a text was sent. Within seconds a text message appeared on his phone.
He opened the text from Amaka. It read...
"My birthday is September 10th and my favorite color is blue."
He smiled. Her first card was answered perfectly since it instructed her to send him a text with her birthday and favorite color!
Amaka reached for the next card but he interrupted her... "Let's talk about your favorite color for a bit..."
They did with an emphasis on the dress she was wearing, a royal blue knee length affair that fit her like a glove. Buchi loved women who poured themselves into clothes and he was relishing the look of what was sitting next to him that night. Talking about her dress gave him the perfect excuse to stare at her body... but it was time to move on to other things.
"Are you ready for card number two?"
She looked at her almost empty wine glass and said, "I'm guessing they get more interesting as we go along..."
"You might be right..."
"Then I think you know what to do with this..." And she handed him her glass.
Buchi caught the eye of the waitress and soon another glass of wine found its' home in Amaka's hand...
"Now I'm ready..." She stated after taking a first sip.
She set her glass down and reached for the next card in the stack. Two deft moves later the envelope was in ruins and the card was being read... then again... and again...
To be continued………………….
"Comfortable, Babe?"
Her answer was given in the form of a slight brush of her palm along his belt line.
The seat was properly cushioned, the lighting was dim, the noise but a chatter and the booth backs were nice and high. A perfect contrast to the bar area from which they came. He turned to her and immediately noticed how bright her smile had become.
It was then that the waitress presented herself at the table. Amaka retrieved her hand, much to the dissatisfaction of her now very alert date, and tucked her shoulder in behind his. After a brief introduction two drinks were ordered, a glass of vodka martini.
As he watched the waitress walk away, he noticed that this was the first time he and Amaka had been alone since their very first date over a week ago. He smiled and returned his gaze to her.
He moved in to kiss her and she welcomed him with ever so slightly parted lips. One, two, three times their tongues danced before he reclined back into his seat. The taste of her lip gloss was light, a welcome change from the paste his past dates had used.
"I have a game for us to play tonight."
A huge grin was her only response.
"It's a game with only one rule."
Her eyes widened.
"Here's how you play." As he said this he reached into his coat pocket and removed a stack of seven small sealed envelopes. She noticed that the one on top had something written on the top.
"Here are seven envelopes. Each has something written inside. The game is for you to open them, one at a time, over the course of our dinner and you must do what's inside. There's no picking and choosing... either you're in or you're not..."
She looked at the cards then picked up the one on the top. After looking at her name spelled on the front, she placed it back on the stack.
"I'm going to need more wine, aint I?"
His reply was in the form of changing the subject. Both needed the warmth of alcohol to continue the game... The next few minutes were spent discussing simple topics that weren't covered while sitting at the bar. As if on cue, our waitress retuned with the drinks. After setting them down she explained the specials then enthusiastically went over the menu.
Once the drinks were delivered, the first few sips were consumed, the topic returned to the stack of envelopes sitting before them. She took a long draught of wine and reached for the top card.
"Either in or out... right?"
"Exactly..."
And after his reply she tore into the envelope and opened the first card.
As her eyes read the handwritten words contained within, her concern swiftly morphed into surprise. She placed the card down and dug into her purse. She soon found her phone and with fingers flying a text was sent. Within seconds a text message appeared on his phone.
He opened the text from Amaka. It read...
"My birthday is September 10th and my favorite color is blue."
He smiled. Her first card was answered perfectly since it instructed her to send him a text with her birthday and favorite color!
Amaka reached for the next card but he interrupted her... "Let's talk about your favorite color for a bit..."
They did with an emphasis on the dress she was wearing, a royal blue knee length affair that fit her like a glove. Buchi loved women who poured themselves into clothes and he was relishing the look of what was sitting next to him that night. Talking about her dress gave him the perfect excuse to stare at her body... but it was time to move on to other things.
"Are you ready for card number two?"
She looked at her almost empty wine glass and said, "I'm guessing they get more interesting as we go along..."
"You might be right..."
"Then I think you know what to do with this..." And she handed him her glass.
Buchi caught the eye of the waitress and soon another glass of wine found its' home in Amaka's hand...
"Now I'm ready..." She stated after taking a first sip.
She set her glass down and reached for the next card in the stack. Two deft moves later the envelope was in ruins and the card was being read... then again... and again...
To be continued………………….
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