"Rose, I think I have a little bit of a problem."

Roza looked at me questioningly, motioning for me to come in to the house. God, that green dress looked like it was painted on her! "What is it, Comrade?" she asked, before placing an all-too brief kiss on my lips and taking my hand in hers.

I couldn't be honest with her about everything, but I ought to be honest with her about this. I began, "So I made a bet with Ivan," as Rose pulled me along by the hand into the living room.

"What kind of bet?" Rose asked, sitting on the couch with her legs tucked underneath herself and patting the spot beside her.

I sat and Rose immediately nestled her body up to mine. I tried to avert my eyes from her very full cleavage that was visible from the neckline of her dress, but I'd already gotten a good look. My pants were feeling painfully tight.

"The bet itself is not important," I said, "but I lost it and had to do two hundred reps on the bench press each day since Sunday. My arms are extremely sore."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Comrade," Rose said, giving me a sympathetic look that was absolutely adorable.

"That's not my problem," I told her.

Okay," she said, "Then what is your problem?"

"I took some of Randall's pills. For the pain. But they weren't pain pills." I paused, unable to say more.

She made a face. It looked almost like she had tried to raise an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"They were ... " my voice got quiet as I finished, "erectile dysfunction pills."

Rose's eyes got extremely wide. "Oh!"

"Yes," I said, "And that was about an hour ago. I took the maximum daily dose and the bottle says that they last for at least four hours."

"So, you're ...?" Rose made an inelegant hand motion that looked a little like a flagpole.

"Exactly," I told her.

Rose's face split into a huge and mischievous grin and she said, "I know we said we would take it slow and that we would only touch where clothing covered, and I know we have to leave in half an hour, but what if I were to just," she made another hand motion, rather like churning butter, "help you out with that?" At her words, my erection strained against my pants even more and I let out a deep growl.

Biting down on her plump lower lip, she added, "I'm sure we have time. We wouldn't have to have sex, but I'm sure I could make you feel good. With just my hands? Just until you come, and then we would stop. Let me touch you, please."

"With your hands?" I asked her, "And we'd just stop, as soon as I come? Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I want you, Comrade," Roza said as she took a deep, shaky breath and looked at me with her lust-darkened brown eyes, so deep that they were almost black, "however I can get you." Roza placed her small, soft hand on the inside of my knee. I gasped at the sensation as her hand began to slowly trail upwards.

Having her touch me sounded wonderful. It was all that I wanted, but I honestly wasn't sure I'd be willing to stop at just her hands. And although this was technically our fourth date, I wasn't sure it would really qualify as waiting long enough by Christian Ozera's criteria. I all but moaned out, "Roza ..."

"On the other hand," she told me, "I could certainly use my mouth. But maybe that's better to save for another day."

I sat there dumbstruck, staring at Roza's hand on my thigh. Her touch felt so good. "I won't do it if you don't want me to," said Roza.

"Other than myself, no one has ever touched me like that before, Roza," I told her, feeling my face burning with embarrassment and swallowing deeply.

Casting her eyes down and frowning, Roza removed her hand from my leg and said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't try to push you."

In a moment of sudden bravery, I took Roza's hand and placed it on my stomach, just inches from the head of my manhood. "I didn't say I don't want you to," I told her, pressing my lips to hers and opening my mouth to let our tongues meet.

Roza moved her hand down, past the button on my pants, and lightly grazed my aching hard shaft through the fabric. I couldn't help the groan of pleasure as I felt the warm friction of her touch, kissing her even more deeply. As Roza's fingers became more forceful, rubbing harder, gripping me with each stroke, I pulled back from her lips.

"Wait," I breathed, "how far do we let this go? Can I touch you?"

Roza's voice was surprisingly husky as she replied, "Yes, please," and gripped my hardness all the more firmly.

I kissed her again for another few moments, letting my hand cup and rub her breast while she stroked, running my fingers over the spot where I could feel her hardened peak in the center. I backed away again and asked, "Do our clothes come off? I don't think I have time to go home and change afterwards."

At that, Roza moved her mouth to my neck and began unfastening the button on my pants. The warmth and softness of her mouth on the pulse point of my neck had me moaning louder. Against my neck, Roza murmured, "If you undo the knot at my hip, this whole dress comes off."

I groaned and tugged the knot open while she pulled the zipper on my pants down. Once the knot was undone, I pulled the two sides of the dress open and saw Roza wearing a very sheer lace bra and panties, with a garter belt and lace-topped stockings. I let out a hiss as I took in her beautiful body, closer than I'd ever been to having a woman I could touch naked in front of me.

"See something you like, Comrade?" she asked me, giving me that same man-eating smile she was becoming famous for. All I could do in reply was growl, which turned even louder as Roza slid her hand into my boxer briefs.

The feel of her warm, soft skin on my stiff member was nothing short of spectacular. I began cupping and squeezing her breasts and kissing her again, unsure how far we were going to take this and utterly perplexed as to how to provide her with the same pleasure. Roza let her thumb trail over the drops of semen that had already leaked out of me, swirling it around. I was powerless to do anything but throw my head back in pleasure, clutching her closer to me as my hands wandered her breasts. Roza wrapped her fist breathtakingly tightly around my shaft and began pumping at a leisurely slow pace. I found myself almost chanting her name, over and over again, almost unable to believe that she was really here and really doing this with me.

"I'm not going to last long," I told her.

"Then unbutton your shirt and pull down your pants the rest of the way, Comrade," she replied, pulling her hands away to free herself of the dress. I removed my arms from her and began to comply, leaving my tie fastened and pulling my shirt open at the front, then stood up, pulling my pants and underwear down to my knees, letting Roza see my body exposed for the first time. My length was so hard that it was standing completely upright, flush against my lower abs. Roza sat back and took me in again, a lust-fueled haze quickly filling her eyes, then one of her hands returned to stroking my length while the other was gently cupping and squeezing my balls in a way I'd never even thought to do while touching myself. I sat back down on her couch, leaning back as I let my hands play with each of her breasts.

"If we had more time, Comrade," she told me, "I would definitely want your fingers in me right now. I don't know if I've ever been more turned on than I am at this moment."

Roza began twisting her hand slightly at my tip on each stroke, swirling her thumb over the head on each pass. Despite my own experience and proficiency at it, this was easily the best stroking my cock had ever received. I was panting so hard that I thought I might pass out as I began to feel the pressure building.

"Roza ... I'm going to ... I mean, I think ... oh, God ... umm ... I think ... I think I'm going to -" Before the words could finish exiting my mouth, my seed was shooting out of me, depositing itself in long lines across my chest. I groaned as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I couldn't do anything but lay back against the couch and let the feeling pass.

Roza sat up on her knees and leaned her face over mine, giving me a tender kiss. I could hardly believe what had just happened. Without even thinking about it, I began to say, "I love you," but quickly caught myself and added, "doing that for me. I love you doing that for me."

Roza just grinned and kissed me again, then started to fasten up her dress and told me, "My pleasure, Comrade. If this medication lasts all night, I might have to do it again after dinner. Since we will have more time then, Maybe you don't have to be the only one who gets naked. Now, I'll get you a damp cloth to clean that up. Be right back."

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When we arrived at the restaurant, we weren't late, but Christian and Lissa were already there, waiting for us. The hostess directed us to the table and we joined them, sitting side by side in the opposite side of the booth they'd gotten, with Rose by the wall and me on the outside.

When the waitress came to the table, I was looking down at the menu in front of me, but I felt Rose stiffen in the seat beside me.

I felt Rose's hand possessively gripping my leg. She whispered in my ear, "Comrade, put your arm around me. Now." I gave a tentative look at Christian and did as I she instructed. My erection was already starting to recuperate from our earlier activities and I wasn't sure Christian would approve of the public display of affection, since he was still willing to keep my secret, but I knew I'd be risking more to ignore what she asked.

The waitress said, "Hi, my name is Natalie and I'll be your server tonigh - Lissa? ROSE?! Is that you?"

"Natalie!" Rose said, with what I could already tell was a terribly fake smile on her face, "we had no idea you worked here. Christian, you remember our old roommate Natalie?"

'Old roommate Natalie' ... why did that sound familiar?

Christian gave a tight nod and said in a condescending voice, "Natalie. If we'd known you were waitressing here, we would've gone somewhere else."

Natalie - a gangly-looking girl who looked the same age as Rose, with black hair, sallow-looking pale skin, and huge glasses that covered most of her face - pointedly ignored Christian and asked, "And who's your handsome friend, Rose?"

Rose gripped my leg tighter and said, "This is Dimitri. My boyfriend. We're very close, and very exclusive." Christian, who I had difficulty even noticing was there, raised an eyebrow at me at her words. As soon as Rose finished her sentence, she leaned in and nuzzled my neck, letting me feel her soft lips and warm tongue trail along the pressure point on my neck and sending shivers down my spine. Yes, definitely recuperated.

"Well, isn't that just ducky?" said Natalie, as Rose's hand trailed further up my thigh, "Dimitri, how did you meet Rose?"

I told her, "Rose moved in next to my father."

"Ooh," said Natalie, placing an arm on my shoulder, "What a sexy accent! Where are you from, Dimitri?"

"Russia," I told her, wishing she would just go away as Rose's fingers began gently outlining my hard length through my pants.

"Great," said Natalie, then looking right at me, she asked, "Well, what can I get for all of you to drink tonight? It's not often I see you all, so your drinks are on me."

"Screwdriver," said Rose, immediately, "Better make it a hammer, in fact."

"What's a hammer?" Lissa asked, inquisitively.

"Still a screwdriver, but triple the vodka."

Natalie scowled slightly, but jotted it down on her pad of paper, then said, "And, handsome, since you're Russian, I'll bring you a Russian vodka on the rocks. I know where they keep the good stuff."

"Uhh, actually," I said, eyeing Christian, "I'm driving tonight. Better make it a Coke for me."

"Sure thing, sweetie," Natalie said. At her last word, Rose gripped my shaft tightly. I sat up a little straighter and tried not to growl too loudly.

Christian and Lissa ordered their drinks and then Natalie left the table. As soon as she was gone, Rose relented her sensuous grip on my manhood and said, "Sorry about that, Comrade. Natalie is the roommate I told you about. With my ex, Jesse?"

Then, I remembered. "I didn't even know he was cheating on me the whole time, either. I drew the line when I caught him ramming my roommate Natalie up against the headboard in my bed, though."

I whispered in Roza's ear, "You'll definitely have to help me out with this again before the night is through." I was tempted to pull her hand back to my eager shaft under the table, but I thought that with Christian and Lissa sitting there, that was probably a bad idea.

-=o0/&\0o=-

Author's Notes:

If it wasn't immediately obvious, calling it a hammer like that is not a real thing. There was one time when I was at a catered party with an open bar in Louisville, Kentucky. The bartender got a little overzealous with the pour on my fifth drink (yes, I had quite a few that particular night!), and told me that if he kept adding vodka to my screwdriver, it'd turn into a hammer.

Be prepared now for just a bit of angst as Natalie tries to come between Dimitri and Rose during the date, but I plan for it to all work out in the end for a happy Romitri ending.