I had a long morning. It was another eighty degree day and I spent a good portion of time outdoors washing Randall's car, mowing the lawn, and doing yard-work in my shorts. It was hot enough that I had been working without a shirt on, but I was still working up a good sweat. I kept getting the feeling I was being watched, but I tried to ignore it.

Around noon, the U.P.S. truck pulled up with a package from Amazon for me.

Twister.

Randall decided that today would be the day that he would have me rearrange all of the furniture in the house. If it weren't for the fact that he was great at staying out of Mama's life and our family really needed his financial support, I probably would've told him to shove his furniture instead of moving it for him. I'd gotten big enough several years ago that he knew not to try to hit me, but he'd prey upon my sense of duty to get me to do what he wanted.

Doctor Ozera's class had ended for the year, but I still had his final exam to study for and all of my work from my normal high school classes. Once I was done rearranging furniture, I was left with three hours to get my homework done, so I went right to it.

My date with Rose was supposed to be five o'clock. Our plan was that we'd be at her house for a few hours and I'd provide the entertainment there, then we'd get fast food take-out. Rose told me last night that she couldn't cook, but she said that she was willing to be sensitive to my budget.

After seeing her choices of food at her house, I was under the impression that fast food and chocolate were probably her preference and also made up the bulk of her daily diet. It amazed me that a woman with such a toned body could eat such unhealthy food all the time, but she also told me that she ran five miles a day and worked out several times a week. It wasn't like she had a strangely-muscled body like some fitness competitor or anything, but she was definitely stronger than I'd expect from a girl of five and a half feet tall and a hundred-twenty-ish pounds. Her bench press still couldn't rival mine, but few people's bench presses could.

After how hot and heavy things got last night, I thought about taking the time to 'relieve some pressure' before our date, but time was running too short for that. I hurried through a quick shower to take the sweat off and shaved, throwing on some clean dry-fit shorts and a tank top as I prepared to rush over to Roza's house.

Despite the fact that it likely was one, I couldn't bring myself to call it a wife-beater because of the abuse connotation. I couldn't avoid living with Randall yet, but I would do everything in my power to keep from turning out like him.

As I knocked on Rose's door with the games in my hands at four fifty-seven, I belatedly realized that the shorts were very thin and would do nothing to conceal my inevitable erection. I thought to myself, Maybe I could pull them down a little and tuck it into my waistband if I get one. My shirt is long enough to cover that.

When Rose came to the door, the smile on her beautiful face nearly left me speechless. "Dimitri," she cooed, "Come on in. I'm running a few minutes late, but you can have a seat on the couch." Rose was wearing a long, loose-hanging, low-cut top with a pair of leggings that hugged her curves just right.

I nodded, put the bag of games down on the end table by the door, and sat on the couch, noticing that Rose's phone was laying on the table, screen up. Rose ran upstairs and I heard water running. After a minute or so, Rose's phone beeped, drawing my attention. I knew I shouldn't read what it said, but it was right there in front of me. It said:

Text Message from Lissa:

I think you SHOULD just go without them for your date tonight. Dimitri will like it.

Before I could be tempted to read any more of Roza's private conversations, I flipped the phone over so that the screen was facing down.

When Rose walked down the stairs again, I noticed her clothes again. Those leggings hugged her like a second skin. I gulped.

"Your phone was beeping while you were upstairs," I told her, pointing at it from a distance.

Rose picked up the phone and looked at the screen, then pushed a few buttons and held the phone up, using speech to text, while looking at me. "I did. I hope he will like it," she said, giving me a wink.

"What was that for?" I asked her.

"You'll find out later," she told me, walking over to the front table to get my bag, "So, what's in the goodie bag you brought tonight, Comrade?"

"Games," I told her as she opened the bag, "Pick what you would like to play. Or if you'd rather, I can pick one."

Rose laughed as she began picking through the bag. "Sorry! I haven't played that in ages! Oh, look, and Candyland! I don't think I've played that since Liss and I were in kindergarten. Oh, but Monopoly? Really? Do you hate me that much?"

I shook my head and laughed as she kept going through the bag. I'd raided my family's closet at home and brought every game we had with me this weekend. Many of them were children's games. I wasn't sure if I was dreading or excited by the idea of Roza and I playing Twister together.

As Rose came to the box of Twister at the bottom of the bag, she gasped. She picked up the game and held it in front of her, staring at it. I sat there wondering if it was a good thing or a bad one.

Then, Rose's lips curled into a devious, wicked grin. "Oh, we're so playing this one first," she exclaimed as she began opening the box.

"I just got that one," I told her, adding, "It was a gift from Ivan," hoping she'd picked up on the fact that sometimes my best friend was the bearer of all of the pervy things in my life.

"Have you ever played before?" she asked, kicking off her shoes and spreading the mat across the floor.

"A couple times at Ivan's house," I told her, "it's been a while, though."

"Do you remember how to play?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, handing her the spinner and moving to one side of the board.

Rose began stretching on the floor and said, "I'm going to kick your ass with this one, Comrade. It's on now."

Rose's phone chimed again. She picked it up, looked over the message, smiled, and set it back down again. "Lissa likes you," Rose said, picking the spinner back up and flicking the arrow, then saying, "Left hand green."

--=o0/&\0o=--

Five minutes into the game, we paused long enough for Rose to download a Twister spinner app that calls the colors and body parts out loud so that one of us wouldn't have to be the one to spin while playing the game. It'd been proven absolutely necessary a few moves later when all four limbs were on the board.

After fifteen minutes, four things became crystal clear to me. First, Rose was amazingly flexible and limber, getting her body into any position with ease. Second, she was wearing a gauzy see-through bra that made her perfect breasts perfectly and clearly on display from the wide open neckline of her blouse. Third, there was no way I could hide my erection in these shorts, especially while playing twister. And fourth, no matter how strong I was, Rose was going to win this game.

Five minutes later, reaching around, the unthinkable - stuff of wet dreams - had happened when I reached in front of Rose, whose back was to me, to try to put my hand on a red circle and accidentally slid it into Rose's neckline. My palm grazed her nipple just long enough that I was able to feel her pebbled flesh and Rose let out a sharp intake of breath.

Her soft, round breast felt incredible up against my hand and her nipple was every bit as erect as my cock was quickly becoming. For a moment, I felt like I should try to start touching her breast the way I had seen her touch it, teasing and caressing her soft flesh, but I quickly ruled that out, remembering that we hadn't yet even finished our third date. My body wanted her like never before, but my brain wanted to make this right, both for her and for me. I tried not to think about it as I quickly retracted my hand and gave a hasty apology, but Rose merely gave a groan.

Which brings us to the thirty minute point: I was all but on my back, with my right and left hands on red, with my right hand being in the first circle after the corner of the board, my right foot was on yellow, and my left foot on green. Rose was nearly perched on top of me, her left hand sandwiched on the circle between the two circles my hands were on, my left leg sandwiched between hers, face down, and giving me this smile that could only be described as man-eating.

"Left hand blue," the app called out. I was now completely on my back and Rose's arms were on either side of me.

After getting into position, she kissed my cheek and said, "Cheer up, Comrade. I won't tell anyone you were beaten by a girl."

The app called out, "Left foot yellow."

It took some finagling to get my foot on the yellow, with my knees bent back so that my feet were underneath me, and as I did, Rose positioned herself so that her body was completely on top mine, her legs straddling me and her arms on either side of my head.

"You know," she said, with a wicked smirk, "I could just put all of my weight on you right now and let you do all of the work to keep us upright."

"Go for it," I told her, confident I could support her small amount of weight.

Confident until I realized that almost her entire body would be pressed up against mine. She leaned into me and began kissing me. I crumbled to the mat as I tried to move away to keep her from feeling exactly how aroused I was, but Roza just followed me down, straddling my hips with her own and deepening the kiss. Her tongue was meeting mine and massaging it. I wrapped my arms around her, tangling my fingers into her hair and clutching at her hip.

I couldn't believe how hot her core felt, even through the layers of fabric between us. It could've been my imagination, but I could have sworn that she even felt wet. It felt so exciting to have her hot and wet pressed up against my hard dick.

And then she began grinding her hips against me.

Roza's hips were slow at first, but she began thrusting with abandon, moaning into my mouth. She used the strong muscles of her hips and legs to move her core along my length in these fabulously slow-then-quick little circles, pressed so hard against me. The friction was amazing, but I could absolutely tell she was definitely wet. Why could I feel that so well through all of this fabric?

As Rose began moving her lips down to kiss my jaw, I moved my lips to nip at the spot on her neck that I had found while I was kissing it in the kitchen cooking together the night before.

Rose ran her hand down my arm until she got to my hand, and then pulled it to the hem of her shirt. "Dimitri, touch me, please," she asked, pulling my hand up into the front of her shirt, "I want you to touch me everywhere."

My dick felt as though it was harder than it had ever been when she said that. I slid my hands up her abs, feeling the softness of her skin, until I was at the bottom of her bra. The point of no return. "Are you sure about this, Roza?" I asked her.

"Yessss..." she replied, half-way between a whisper and a soft moan.

As my hand began to ascend the cup of her bra, Roza said, "Hold on. It's a front hook." She sat up, still pressing her center against me, and reached in to the front of her shirt, then returned back to kissing me, pulling my hands back into her shirt. As I moved my hands back to where they were, no bra was in my way. My hands worked their way up as Rose returned to sliding her hips against me.

Then it happened. I felt the amazing feel of a woman's bare breast for the first time. Roza's bare breast. It was so indescribable. I would remember that moment for as long as I live. I began pulling and teasing at her nipple just as I had seen Roza do to herself and her moans went from soft to loud.

"Oh, god!" Roza purred from on top of me as I kissed and nipped at her neck, feeling her wet center stroking my shaft through my thin shorts, "I think I'm going to come and you haven't even gotten my pants off yet! I can't even believe how wet you've got me!"

Lost in the bliss of the physical sensation, all I could manage was, "Uh-huh."

"I guess now I should tell you what I was texting Liss about you liking," she murmured, as I began kissing her cleavage.

"Uh-huh," I uttered again, utterly unable to focus on anything but pleasure.

Rose continued, "I'm not wearing any panties under these leggings, Comrade. Can you feel how wet I am?"

I groaned out, realizing just how close her hot, wet honeypot was to my being inside it. Rose's hips sped up as her moans got louder and her movements began to get jerky and erratic. The feel of her atop me was so good and my own moans were getting louder, too.

Then, I realized Rose wasn't the only one who was close to coming. I took my hands and clamped down on both of her hips, trying to still the movements of her luscious core against me, but Rose was too close and couldn't be stopped. The extra pressure of my grip only seemed to make her thrust more. She moved her hips harder, pressing against me even deeper.

"Oh, god, Dimitri, I'm coming!" she cried out as she gave a final thrust of her hips, nearly burying the head of my shaft inside her, through the fabric, on the final push. I shuddered, feeling so few layers of such thin fabric between us.

As I watched the enticing look of pleasure on her beautiful face when she came crying out my name, my eyes went wide and I realized in stunned horror that she wasn't the only one who was coming. Rose gave my lips a soft, brief kiss, put her arms around my neck, and fell limp on top of me, kissing my neck softly. Never before had I been this close to burying myself inside a woman, and here I was, coming in my pants.

As I felt the last drops of semen pumping out of me, I started freaking out. What would Rose think of this?

"Comrade, would you like me to return the favor?" Rose whispered in my ear, sitting up and letting her hand trail down along my stomach.

Oh shit! I can't let her find out that I came in my pants!

"Oh, god!" I told her, "Rose, I'm so sorry. I just remembered something really urgent that I have to take care of, right now!"

Rose looked a little bewildered, but moved to the side and stood up.

As soon as Rose stood, I headed straight for the door. "I really enjoyed our time together so far tonight, Roza," I told her, "I'll be back in less than half an hour, I promise!"