Dorsai - Taxi

She gave me a nervous smile and admitted "I'm glad you brought it up – I was kind of nervous about all this. I mean, I think I know what I'd like to happen, but I wasn't all that sure about just jumping in and going all the way with it, you know?"

A second after she finished, she realized the sexual connotation of her last sentence, and blushed. I just told her "It's okay, Jenny, I know what you meant. Now you know that you don't have to be nervous or worry, okay?" I really didn't figure she wasn't nervous or afraid any more; I was just hoping that it wasn't as much.

Not trusting herself to speak, she just nodded. She was saved from any further embarrassment by the arrival of our meals.

As we ate, we chatted back and forth on pretty neutral subjects. It was after we were finished that she told me "I've got to admit that I was pretty surprised at how good everything was. I mean, looking at this place from the outside, I figured it was just going to be pretty, well, average. I didn't figure you would take me to a bad place to eat, but I didn't expect it to be as good as it was."

I gave a small laugh, and answered "I know it doesn't look like much on the outside, but the thing to watch for is how full the parking lot is – not just at mealtimes, but the rest of the time, as well. You can bet that a place that's busy ALL the time is doing things right: good food at reasonable prices. I've had the chance to eat in that restaurant at the top of the Hilton, and I've got to say that I was less than impressed. The fancy sauces, and elaborate way they presented the food, and 'atmosphere' didn't compensate for the small portions and high prices – at least, not for me. I suppose if you've got enough money that you don't have to worry about where it comes from, that's fine; but for the rest of us, we want it to taste good, and to fill our bellies at a fair price. This place does that without all the rigamarole."

About that time, Eve came back to take our plates and see if we wanted anything for dessert. I opted for some Key Lime Pie, and Jenny again followed my example. A couple of minutes later, I could see the delight on her face after she'd taken her first bite, followed by her exclamation "I've had Key Lime Pie before – but never as good as this!"

When we'd finished our meal, and settled everything with a cup of coffee, Jenny told me "If you're ready, I think I'd like to go, now. It looks like there are plenty of people waiting to eat, and there's no reason we should keep them from food this good" before setting a $20 bill on the bill Eve had left on the table; which meant that Eve got a 20% tip.

Once we were in my car, I said to Jenny "I noticed the size of the tip you left…"

She answered my unspoken question by telling me "The food was better than I had any reason to expect, but what really got me was the fact that our waitress was so darn good. She was always there when we needed anything, but wasn't stopping by and bothering us, either. She was friendly, but not too friendly, either, you know? I've been in places where the food wasn't as good, the service was way worse, and the prices were ridiculous. I figured some of it was because they know you there, but they were busy enough that I didn't think she had the time to give you any special treatment. I left that much of a tip because she, and the rest of them, deserved it."

On the way back to my place, I asked her what she wanted to do that night. She responded by saying that she was still a little tired from her flight, and just wanted to stay in. I said that I had a nice variety of movies, and that if she wanted to pick one out, we could sit and watch it. She said that sounded pretty good to her, and once we got inside my place, she immediately went over to have a look at my collection of videos. It didn't take her long to pick one out, which handed to me before saying "If you want to get this ready, I'm going to change out of these clothes."

I got the movie queued up and myself parked at one end of the sofa while Jenny was in the bedroom changing; under the short silk robe, all she had on was a pair of panties. I knew that was all she was wearing because the robe was sheer enough that I could easily make out not only her small, dark nipples, but the dark smudge of her bush behind the material of the panties. My prayers were answered when she decided to sit next to me, then lifting my arm so she could nestle next to me before letting my arm come to rest along her side. She looked up at me expectantly, and I hit the remote to get the movie started.

As the movie went through the intro, she told me "I've heard about this one, but never seen it. It's supposed to be some psychological thing, right? I don't see how anything with Jack Nicholson and Shelly Duval can be scary, but I guess I'll find out."

I couldn't resist telling her "Oh, I think you'll find out how it can be scary – no problem!" She'd selected The Shining, and I'd bought it just because it was such a strong psychological thriller without all the blood-and-gore that so often passes for 'horror'.

As I expected, it took a little while for her to get into the movie – admittedly, it does take it a little while to really get going. But once it did… well, both of us were pretty much locked into it. Then once Jack Nicholson started going off on Shelly Duval, Jenny was all but grafted into my side, her eyes never leaving the screen. I gave her a brief hug just once, to remind her that it was just a movie, but the way she flinched let me know that if I dared do it again, I'd likely give her heart failure: she was 'into' the movie that much.

It wasn't until the credits started rolling that Jenny finally realized where she was, and who she was with. When she looked up at me, I could see that she was still more than a little 'jazzed' about the movie – and apparently a little embarrassed by that fact, too. I just smiled and reassured her "It's okay, Jenny. The first time I saw it, it kind of got to me, too. It still does, if that helps any."

She gave me a tentative smile in return and answered "Uh, yeah, it does, a little. Um, do you have anything to drink? I mean alcohol, besides beer? If I don't get something to settle down a little, I'm never going to get to sleep tonight!"

I quickly ran down the list of liquors I had, and she opted for a rum and Coke; I got up and made one for each of us. When I got back to the sofa, Jenny was waiting – and after I handed her her drink and sat down again, she quickly moved to curl up in my lap, telling me "That has got to be the scariest movie I've ever seen. I mean, it only had those few scenes where there was any blood or anything; it was the way you got to watch as he went crazy that made it so scary", followed by a shiver, before she leaned against my chest.

I put an arm around her, to try and comfort and reassure her as the two of us sat there for several minutes, just sipping on our drinks.

Both of us were nearly finished when Jenny told me "I think I'd like to stay with you tonight", then looked up at me to add "I just want some company, after seeing that movie. Is that okay?"

I gently hugged her before reassuring her "That's fine. I told you you were welcome to share my bed just to sleep, and I meant it."

Satisfied, she finished her drink and told me "Well, I'm going to go ahead and get ready and go to bed. It's been a long day."

"I think I'm ready for some sleep, too", I replied before finishing my own drink. She got off my lap and headed toward the bathroom while I went into the bedroom. It didn't take long for me to get ready for bed, so I was under the covers, and had left the small lamp on 'her' side of the bed on. When she came in, she didn't hesitate to take off her robe, revealing her somewhat small breasts and the dark nipples capping them, and then join me under the covers. She gestured that she wanted me to lie on my side facing her, and after I'd done so, she moved to spoon against my front. A few moments went by with me laying there with my arm resting on my side before she reached back and took my wrist to drape my arm across her – and put my hand over her breast. Her breasts were small enough that my cupped hand, with all my fingers touching, could cover one of them with no difficulty. While her skin was cool against mine where we touched, her breast was warm in my hand, and its nipple hard enough that I could easily feel it pressing into my palm. I moved my hand a bit so that I could caress her nipple with my thumb briefly, before holding her breast again. She wriggled back against me with a soft, pleased noise before the two of us stilled and fell asleep.