Rose POV:

Finally touching Dimitri was more than I could ask for. His response when my hand touched him, even through his pants, was so exciting. But seeing Dimitri naked was ... his body was a work of art. If he hadn't told me he was at church on Sunday, I would think he was a god.

First there were all of the amazing muscles and flawless skin. Every inch of him was tanned, sculpted, and toned. I knew he worked out a lot and was very strong, but seeing it all was a much different story.

Then, when his pants came down, there was the gift that only a freak accident could have let nature bestow on just one person. Sure, I knew he was tall and everything would be more proportioned to that larger body size, but this went well beyond that.

Alive or man-made, I'd never seen a shaft as well-endowed as his.

And I had high-speed internet.

I was glad when I saw it that I hadn't offered to use my mouth on him because I could probably choke to death on that. As my hands made contact with him for the first time, I remembered how Dimitri had said that he touched himself and how he had erotic dreams about me. Undoubtedly, his fantasies, both conscious and un-, had wandered towards being inside me. Inside me with that.

I sighed in bliss at the idea. I couldn't wait until he was ready.

Watching his uncontrolled responses was exciting by itself, but feeling him touch my breasts and the taste and feel of his kiss heightened the experience. I was almost moaning without even having my center touched.

Before Dimitri finally came in my hand, I was so tempted to pull my panties off and let him touch me. I couldn't help but notice how wet I was, and I bet he'd like me this wet, too. A man of his size, Dimitri would need me this wet to fit.

When he said 'I love you', I was so ready to say it back. Then he appended the statement and I wasn't sure if he meant the 'I love you' or not. I would wait for him to say it when he was ready.

It was honestly almost a reflex to return the statement when someone says, "I love you," but I really did love Dimitri. I didn't know him for that long, so it didn't really make sense that I would fall in love with someone so soon, but I did love him, nonetheless. I was falling for Dimitri so hard, with my whole heart, far more than I ever felt for Jesse or Adrian.

I silently vowed to myself while I was getting Dimitri the wet washcloth that I wouldn't let an opportunity like this pass me by again. The next time I had Dimitri's gorgeous body naked and exposed before me, he was not going to be the only one. Tonight, I would make him mine.

-=o0/&\0o=-

Once we got to the restaurant and sat, Lissa looked me up and down and gave me a huge grin. She had helped me get dressed and I knew that she recognized the special decorative bow she had helped me tie in the dress had been undone, but even then, she'd been my best friend for long enough to recognize the look on my face when I had been getting undressed with a guy. While Dimitri was getting situated in the booth, I gave her a small nod, and Lissa gave me a thumbs-up gesture behind her menu.

It was only a few seconds later when my whole night turned to shit.

Up to our table walked Natalie Dashkov, sporting a waitress uniform and some ungodly unattractive glasses three sizes too big for her. I I couldn't help but cling to Dimitri just a little bit tighter. Even if we hadn't said anything super-official and we hadn't sealed the deal, Dimitri was mine.

I immediately went into jealous and territorial mode and asked Dimitri to put his arm around me. When Natalie asked a question about Dimitri, I immediately butted in, both not wanting her to hear his turn-panties-to-butter accent and wanting to assert that Dimitri and I were together - even if he hadn't agreed to it. When she finally did hear his voice, it was exactly as I feared and she was already starting in on the shameless flirting, so I started a little extra flirting of my own through his pants. I probably shouldn't have if I had remembered the medication he'd taken, but I wanted to give Dimitri something to completely draw his attention away from the skanky bitch who was flirting with him.

At first, I was surprisingly thankful Natalie had offered to pay for our drinks. I was going to need a lot of alcohol to make it through this night. She had never been this blatant with Jesse when she was in front of me, so I wasn't really sure if it was truly about Dimitri, payback for kicking her out, or if she was just being more proactive about it and stake a better claim on the attractive man because I had heard that Jesse inevitably wouldn't go back to Natalie after we had broken up.

When Natalie offered him the taste of home with the Russian vodka, I practically bared my teeth at her. Dimitri was the picture of restraint and control, though, and turned down the free drink for the sake of driving home. In my opinion, a guy of his size probably would've been sober long before dinner was over, but I wasn't going to argue about it. Especially if it meant a girl like Natalie wasn't going to get to ply him with drinks.

When she called Dimitri 'sweetie', that was the last straw. I was ready to jerk him off right under the table to keep his focus on me if I had to. Who cares if Christian and Lissa were across the booth from us. I gripped him tightly, readying to tug his zipper down, but then Natalie walked away.

As soon as Natalie left the table, I realized the state I'd just put Dimitri into with the medication in his system and quickly uttered an apology with an explanation. I knew Lissa wouldn't question why I was apologizing even if she didn't fully understand what I was apologizing for. I would figure out how to deal with it if Christian asked, but he knew what I went through with Natalie after the shit hit the fan with Jesse and he saw how I was behaving above the table.

Dimitri whispered in my ear, "You'll definitely have to help me out with this again before the night is through," and I thought back to what I had said earlier about picking back up where we left off after dinner. I felt my panties dampen even more.

Dimitri studiously examined his menu in silence for a few minutes and I did the same, not wanting to break the concentration I assumed he was working on to make his erection go away.

When Natalie came back, she brought us our drinks and we all ordered our food. Dimitri ordered chicken parmigiana, I ordered chicken piccata, and Lissa and Christian ordered a large portion of fettuccine with two plates to share.

"I'll put that right in for you, sugar," Natalie said, "I'll make sure it's good for you," putting her hand on Dimitri's arm again - and winking at him! I was ready to start punching, but I couldn't decide if I was going to punch Dimitri or Natalie.

After a few minutes, I got an idea. I whispered in Dimitri's ear, "Comrade, are you cooled down enough to stand up? I could stand a trip to the ladies' room."

Dimitri grinned and whispered back, "As long as you don't whisper in my ear like that again, I am. Otherwise, I might have to go to the men's room and take care of something."

I couldn't resist. I whispered back, "You can take care of it now, but I'll help you take care of it again later, Comrade. Just think happy thoughts about our time together before we came here this evening."

I patted the top of Dimitri's thigh and uttered a hasty, "Excuse me, please," as we both stood, and headed towards the bathroom. I was secretly glad that Lissa didn't follow me. The restrooms were down a little hallway and the two of us were alone in the hallway together. Outside the restroom doors, I pressed Dimitri up against the wall, cupping his thick and hardening length with my right hand and kissed him deeply. When I pulled away, Dimitri said, his voice low and husky, "What was that for, Roza?"

"I wanted to give you something to think about while you're in there. Oh, and Dimitri: just so you know, I'll be coming back to the table with my panties in my purse."

I saw Dimitri visibly swallow and he headed into the men's room, then I went into the ladies' room, yanked off my panties, and folded them into my purse. I was finally thankful that Lissa was making me be a girly-girl through all of this whole 'summer of fun' she had us going through and had made me get a Brazilian wax a few weeks ago. Dimitri wouldn't know what hit him when his fingers came in contact with bare skin.

A few minutes later, Dimitri and I were sitting side by side again at the table. "Did you take care of the things you needed to while you were away, Comrade?" I asked him.

Dimitri's husky whisper back, in Russian, "Da, Roza. Da." I didn't know a lot of Russian, but I recognized 'Yes' when I heard it.

I whispered back, "So did I," and gave him my man-eater smile.

"What's all this whispering about from you two?" asked Christian.

"Oh, nothing," I told him.

Dimitri answered, "I'm just a bit nervous about our date with both of you tonight and wanting to make a good impression." Smooth, Comrade. Very smooth.

Lissa chimed in, "Well Dimitri, you have nothing to be nervous about. You've been such a gentleman to Rose and I've heard nothing but good things about you." If Dimitri only knew half of all the things I had told Lissa about him. Liss and I had almost no secrets from each other.

Dimitri and Christian exchanged a weary glance. I knew Christian had a problem with Dimitri, but I wasn't going to let it bother me. Dimitri turned from Christian to me, giving me a tentative look. He said, "I know that we haven't known each other long, but I care about Rose very much."

"If you care about Rose and treat her well, you're okay with us," Lissa said.

Christian appended, "But you better treat her well, Belikov. I've been teaching science classes long enough that I know how to make a body disappear."

I could tell Dimitri was nervous as he replied, "I'll do my best."

I took a sip of my drink in one hand and used the other to separate the split in my skirt. Then, I took Dimitri's hand in mine and cleared my throat as I placed it high on my inner thigh - high enough that he could feel the warmth of my core. Feeling his hand there, I instantly felt more heat pooling in my center. I was thankful that I had a supportive, thick, and snug enough bra that would hide my hardening nipples.

Dimitri let his hand sit there without going any further as Lissa asked him, "So, Dimitri, Rose tells us that you haven't decided on a major yet. Do you have any thoughts on what you might want to do with school?"

"I can't decide between working with children or some kind of law enforcement," Dimitri said, "I like the idea of being a protector, using my strength to take care of others. And I love children. I'd like to have my own kids someday - not that I am in a hurry for it, though!"

I cringed at the thought of being a mother. My own childhood wasn't something I'd want to impart on anyone else by choice. But the whole baby-making process was a different story. I pulled Dimitri's hand closer to my heated center, pressing his index finger to my clit. I tried to keep my face neutral as his finger began to lightly explore me. He was definitely unsure of what to do with his fingers and seemed to be letting his fingers run all over and investigating everything. It was definitely obvious that this was his first time touching a woman like this, but his touch was like fire on my skin and I couldn't help but long for more.

"Have you ever taken care of a baby, Dimitri?" Lissa asked.

"What? Oh. I've been babysitting and changing diapers since before my nephew Paul was born," Dimitri said, "He's ten now."

"Wow," said Christian, giving Dimitri a scowl I couldn't explain, "You must've been practically a baby when you started taking care of kids yourself."

Dimitri scowled and replied, "It never felt that way. I grew up living with my mother, my grandmother, and three sisters. There was always plenty of guidance and support when I was unsure of what to do."

Dimitri slipped the tip of his finger inside me and, without meaning to, I used my tight pelvic muscles to clamp down on his large, hot digit, letting out a slight gasp. Natalie came back to our table with a basket of garlic bread. "Here is our special garlic bread," she told us, "I asked for extra garlic because I know you won't be kissing anyone tonight," and gave Dimitri another wink.

I scowled at her and said under my breath, "Natalie, the only person who won't be kissing tonight is you."

Natalie added, "Let me know if you need more. Can I get you all any drink refills?"

Dimitri's glass was empty, but he didn't make a move to ask for more. "Hot stuff, you look like you could use a refill," said Natalie.

Dimitri gave what sounded like an exasperated sigh and said, "I guess so."

I looked down at my own drink and realized I'd somehow downed the whole thing already. "I could use another one, too," I told her, "As long as you're buying the drinks, Nat."

"Okay. I'll be back with those in one minute," Natalie said.

Dimitri began to pull his hand back so that he could use it to eat with and I tried to tug it back to my waiting core, but he was just much, much stronger than I am.

"What are you doing to me?" he whispered to me. Based on the way he said it, his voice sounded more clouded with lust than accusatory.

I whispered back, "I want you, Dimitri. Now."

Without a moment's hesitation, despite being in the booth with Lissa and Christian, my lips were on Dimitri's, locked in a passionate kiss. I deepened the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck. Dimitri accepted it willingly and opened his lips to my own, but a second later, Christian cleared his throat and Dimitri backed away.

"I'm sorry," said Dimitri, "Sometimes with Rose, I just forget the rest of the world exists." I looked down and noted that Natalie had brought our refills while we were kissing and had already left the table again. I picked it up and immediately gulped down half of the glass.

"Doesn't it seem like you're moving a little fast?" asked Christian, "I mean, this is only - what - the second date?"

"It's the fourth, actually," I told Christian, with a grin.

Christian glared at Dimitri in a way that was all too accusing. "But it's only been around two weeks since you met, right?" he asked.

"It's not like we don't know each other at all," I told him, "We message each other constantly when we're apart. Dimitri even shared his mother's bread recipe with me."

At that moment, Natalie returned to the table again, asking, "How is your garlic bread, everyone? Rose, Dimitri, it doesn't look like you've even touched it."

I noticed that neither Dimitri nor I had taken any of the bread, so I reached in and grabbed a slice from the basket, placing it on my plate without taking a bite. Dimitri took the bread in his hand that had been plunging into me just moments ago and ate it quickly in two big bites, then licked his fingers, catching my eye as he took the finger that I knew had been plunging into me moments ago and licking it. "This taste is magnificent," he said, still looking into my eyes, "I can't wait to have more of it."

"Well, there's plenty more bread where that came from, gorgeous," said Natalie, "I'll be back soon to check on you all. Just let me know and I'd be glad to give you more."

"I bet you would," I grumbled as she walked away, getting ready for the claws and fangs to come out, and letting my hand fall back onto Dimitri's rigid manhood, gripping him tightly.

As soon as Natalie was out of sight, Dimitri whispered to me, "Roza, you have to stop this. You're driving me crazy."

"Maybe that's the way I want you," I whispered back, gripping and pumping him through his dress pants.

"Could we save it for later, please?" he asked in my ear, "I really enjoy it, but I can't focus when you do that. We can always pick this back up later."

I nodded and released my hold on his erection. "Okay, Comrade, I'll keep it to a minimum," I told him, "but there better be a later."

"There's a whole lot of whispering over there. Too much, if you ask me," Christian said with a glower.

Lissa giggled a little, grinned at him, and said, "That's probably because they just had sex tonight. Am I right?"

Dimitri looked mortified. I seriously thought that if anyone were to actually face-palm himself in real life, this would be the expression leading into it. When you consider the fact that up until a few weeks ago, Christian was his teacher and now we were discussing his sex life in front of him, I could understand feeling uncomfortable.

"No," I told her, "For your information, not that it's any of your business, we did not have sex tonight. Yet."

Dimitri pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes tight.

"Maybe this was a bad idea," Dimitri said, looking at my eyes and searching for something that I couldn't put my finger on.

"Fine," I said, both to him and to Lissa and Christian, "I'll be good. But Natalie better keep those drinks coming."

-=o0/&\0o=-

Christian and Lissa had paid their bill and excused themselves to leave as soon as they both finished their plates. It had been a few moments of comfortable silence after they left while we each both finished our meal and I gently patted Dimitri's knee.

As Dimitri licked the last bit of sauce and cheese off of his fork, he looked at me and said, "I'm glad we stayed. I've really enjoyed tonight. I really love being close to you, Roza. I've had a filling dinner and good conversation with a beautiful woman by my side. Everything that has passed my lips tonight was absolutely mouth-watering, too."

I felt my cheeks heat at the thinly-hidden innuendo in his last statement.

"Maybe I should put something in my mouth a little later," I told him, giving him my man-eating grin and feeling the liquid courage from the screwdrivers take away my fears of choking on his engorged length. Just because I'd only deep-throated a small penis before didn't mean I couldn't try to take on something absolutely gigantic.

I giggled at the thought of just how scarily large his penis was. Terrifyingly large penis. So very frightening. Suddenly, my mind had wandered and I was picturing giant penises chasing me down. My man-eating smile dissolved into hysterical giggles.

Oh god, the alcohol was hitting me harder than I thought it would. And Dimitri was just staring at my giggle fit like I had gone crazy. He knew I was drunk.

I looked at him apologetically. "I better get up and go to the bathroom now, Comrade. Could you please excuse me for a moment?"

"Sure, Roza," Dimitri said, gently patting me on the back and then standing to let me out, "Take whatever time you need."

When I got to the bathroom, I splashed some cold water on my face, popped a mint in my mouth, checked my eyes to make sure I didn't look completely wasted, ran my fingers through my hair a few times, and headed back to the booth. As I arrived, I saw Natalie standing there, talking to Dimitri. She had unbuttoned the top two or three buttons on her shirt, showing a bit of bra and non-existent cleavage. Running the tip of her index finger across his chest, she said, "If you're ever interested in something a little different, my number is on the receipt, handsome. Unlike some other girls that were here tonight, I will do anything you want in bed. And I mean anything."

Standing behind Natalie, I said, "Funny, because I'm the one who'll be paying for this meal," and I got ready to pull my AmEx black card out of my purse with one hand, slapping my other hand on top of the receipt. Natalie quickly backed away, leaving us to work this out among ourselves.

"No, Rose," Dimitri said, "I already told you I'm paying tonight."

"That was before I knew some slut would try to hand you her number on the receipt," I told him.

"I just want to pay for dinner, Rose. Is that such a bad thing?" said Dimitri, "I don't even care about her number. And I'm planning to pay cash, so I don't have any issue with leaving the receipt here if it matters that much to you."

"Fine," I huffed.

"Fine," he said, with a nod.

-=o0/&\0o=-

The car ride home was surprisingly quiet. Not in the comfortable way it had been earlier, either.

We got back to my house and I kissed Dimitri on the porch, putting my arms around his neck and half-using him to keep me from falling over when I closed my eyes. "Comrade, can you come inside with me now?" I asked, reaching down with one hand and shamelessly gripping his cock through his pants on the front porch, in front of any neighbors who might be watching out their windows, "I'd really love to pick up where we left off before dinner."

Dimitri groaned. "Roza, even with the medication in my system and as much as I - desperately - want to ... you're drunk. And you've been trying all night to get my attention with sex because you're so worried about this other girl who stole a different man from you, before.

"I won't take advantage of you when you've been drinking, Roza. And I won't have sex with you just to prove my loyalty or show you that you have my attention," Dimitri ran a hand through his hair, freeing it from its tie, saying, "I don't know if you are even doing this because you want me or if you're still just pining for that other guy that got away. Or trying to prove that you can get someone that your absolutely hideous scrawny, pasty ex-roommate can't.

"Roza, if you want my attention, you have it. You are the single most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You have a flawless body and face, you are fierce, and amazing. I've never wanted anyone like I want you, even before the pills, and the way you've made my whole body feel all night tonight - even without the viagra - is the most heart-stoppingly thrilling thing I've ever felt.

"I really care about you, Roza. More than I've ever cared about another woman. I want you to be my first. And, believe me, with those pills in my system, and with the way you have teased me - ALL NIGHT TONIGHT - my body is more than ready right now. But not tonight. Not like this." Dimitri gave his head a small shake, kissed me on the forehead, and walked away towards his father's house next-door. I felt like someone just poured a bucket of ice water down over me. How did I manage to fuck this night up so, so badly?

"And Roza?" Dimitri called out from his father's door, "Take some time if you need it. Sleep this off. I'm not going anywhere, because I love you. I'm in love with you, Roza. I have never loved anyone else like you. I probably never will."

I gasped at his proclamation, but before I could reply, Dimitri was inside the door and had shut it behind him. A single angry tear tracked down my cheek, but I wiped it away, put my key in the door and walked inside.

-=o0/&\0o=-

Author's Notes:

This chapter is a little longer but I didn't want to drag the double-date out into yet another chapter. I hope you aren't too unhappy with the way that they left things. Even with his youthful inexperience and drives, I just can't see him being okay with having sex for the first time with a girl who is drunk and POSSIBLY only doing it to prove something about her past relationship. He's just too honorable and has too much self-respect for that.