“Damn it Adrian, I told you to quit that shitty job and come live with me. Why do you feel that you need to be a breadwinner? My parents love you an... so do I.” I looked back at her while I slipped into my sandals. “Look, we already talked about this. I don’t want to depend on your parents. Besides, we have only been dating three months. What do I look like trying to be part of the family after such a short period of time?” She got up from the bed, walked over to me, and pinched my nipples.. Tom was dressed similarly to me."I don't usually wear something this daring, but I've always wanted to, and I knew we weren't going out."I kissed her cheek."Oh no you don't! We're going dancing. You're riding with me."We dragged her out, giggling and protesting, and off we went. We had an interesting conversation in the car. She held my hand almost the whole way."Are you really sure?" She asked softly, reaching up to stroke my cheek. I grabbed her hand and kissed it."Yes, we've talked it to. More primitive gold necklaces clanked and shifted around her neck with every movement while rich and elaborate henna swirls adorned her hands and her feet along with jewelry. What remained of her was enveloped in a white kaftan covered in richly beaded and colorful embroidery. Below that were several gossamer-fine silk layers, all of which rejoiced in buttons running down the back. Getting undressed again promised to be a challenge, she thought ruefully.She had insisted on doing her own make-up. I was ready to go cuddle with him immediately but felt a pinch of despair when he said he was so tired we would have to wait for the next day. My spirit was however raised again when he said “Good night, Love”. I closed my eyes and imagined his thick lips forcing mine open and his warm tongue playing with mine. My hand had been fondling my stiff manhood ever since I heard his voice which was music to my ears and upon hearing his loving farewell I had felt the familiar stirring which was.