MTPersson
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Tom was late.
The two of them had been dating now for just over two months now with most of that time being spent in either one of their two rooms. It had been two months unlike any other for Tamsin. Whereas before, most of her relationships barely made it past one night, this one had been going on for far much longer. Their sex had moved on from being animalistic and lustful and merged into something a while lot more loving and passionate. That's not to say they didn't break the kinky shit out occasionally; she had found Tom very amicable to the idea of being tied up and cock teased.
They spent most of their free time together, him shunning his friends to be with her and her cutting back on her aimless wondering. When they weren't having sex, they would talk about anything and everything, Tamsin’s manner and demeanour always changing the longer she spent around him; always softening. The problem was, this week, they hadn't seen each other once. There had been a couple of phone calls and one or two text messages, but Tom's time was being taken up by his midterms and they were forced to spend their time apart.
Tamsin didn't mind. She fully understood that Tom didn't have any real choice in the matter, but she found herself sad that he wasn't with her. She couldn't believe it, wouldn't have believed it a few months ago, but she was missing him being around. Especially this week being the week it was. All of this was why she was so happy when she got the text message. A simple line of symbols which made her stomach perform somersaults inside of her.
Corner of Wellington & 7th. 2nite. 6pm.
It was a posh part of the city. Well not posh, posher than the campus area. Having no idea what Tom had planned for the evening, Tamsin agonised over what she was going to wear. Normally, she wasn't bothered about what she wore and Tom seemed happy with how she looked whatever rags were draped over her. Or not draped over me most of the time. But she didn't want to look like a slob if they were going to go somewhere posh. No, posher. The decision made itself in the end really. There was only one smart piece of clothing she owned. It was a black, long sleeved dress that fitted snuggly around her body accentuating the little curves she had and clinging tightly to her ass.
Tom would love it, he loved anything she wore, and her new hair worked well with the dress. She had finally decided to have it styled the day before and had chosen to have it cut right back to shoulder length. It looked good, her dirty brown roots still showing a little of the old Tamsin. But she didn't feel overly comfortable in it. It had been a long time since she had worn anything so formal, so rotting around the wardrobe and loose items on the floor, she eventually found what she was looking for. Her leather jacket.
He was still late though.
A few more minutes went by and still no sign of him until she heard his voice behind her thanking somebody. She turned and saw him closing a car door and walking towards her with an apologetic look on his face. It took all of her concentration not to laugh at what he was wearing. He looked like someone out of an eighties gangster film with his white dinner jacket. Tamsin managed to control her smirk and tried to look annoyed. Their lips brushed each others in greeting, a chaste kiss compared to what they were used to performing, and he began making his excuses.
"Sorry I'm late. Our gallery viewing ran long, so I'm stuck dressed like this...hope you don't mind."
He took her hand in his and started leading her down the sidewalk to where ever the hell it was they were going. Tamsin didn't say anything, preferring to let him sweat it out a little longer. It wasn't until they reached a crossing that her facade finally broke and she burst out laughing.
"So...Scarface...where are you taking me?'
The two of them had been dating now for just over two months now with most of that time being spent in either one of their two rooms. It had been two months unlike any other for Tamsin. Whereas before, most of her relationships barely made it past one night, this one had been going on for far much longer. Their sex had moved on from being animalistic and lustful and merged into something a while lot more loving and passionate. That's not to say they didn't break the kinky shit out occasionally; she had found Tom very amicable to the idea of being tied up and cock teased.
They spent most of their free time together, him shunning his friends to be with her and her cutting back on her aimless wondering. When they weren't having sex, they would talk about anything and everything, Tamsin’s manner and demeanour always changing the longer she spent around him; always softening. The problem was, this week, they hadn't seen each other once. There had been a couple of phone calls and one or two text messages, but Tom's time was being taken up by his midterms and they were forced to spend their time apart.
Tamsin didn't mind. She fully understood that Tom didn't have any real choice in the matter, but she found herself sad that he wasn't with her. She couldn't believe it, wouldn't have believed it a few months ago, but she was missing him being around. Especially this week being the week it was. All of this was why she was so happy when she got the text message. A simple line of symbols which made her stomach perform somersaults inside of her.
Corner of Wellington & 7th. 2nite. 6pm.
It was a posh part of the city. Well not posh, posher than the campus area. Having no idea what Tom had planned for the evening, Tamsin agonised over what she was going to wear. Normally, she wasn't bothered about what she wore and Tom seemed happy with how she looked whatever rags were draped over her. Or not draped over me most of the time. But she didn't want to look like a slob if they were going to go somewhere posh. No, posher. The decision made itself in the end really. There was only one smart piece of clothing she owned. It was a black, long sleeved dress that fitted snuggly around her body accentuating the little curves she had and clinging tightly to her ass.
Tom would love it, he loved anything she wore, and her new hair worked well with the dress. She had finally decided to have it styled the day before and had chosen to have it cut right back to shoulder length. It looked good, her dirty brown roots still showing a little of the old Tamsin. But she didn't feel overly comfortable in it. It had been a long time since she had worn anything so formal, so rotting around the wardrobe and loose items on the floor, she eventually found what she was looking for. Her leather jacket.
He was still late though.
A few more minutes went by and still no sign of him until she heard his voice behind her thanking somebody. She turned and saw him closing a car door and walking towards her with an apologetic look on his face. It took all of her concentration not to laugh at what he was wearing. He looked like someone out of an eighties gangster film with his white dinner jacket. Tamsin managed to control her smirk and tried to look annoyed. Their lips brushed each others in greeting, a chaste kiss compared to what they were used to performing, and he began making his excuses.
"Sorry I'm late. Our gallery viewing ran long, so I'm stuck dressed like this...hope you don't mind."
He took her hand in his and started leading her down the sidewalk to where ever the hell it was they were going. Tamsin didn't say anything, preferring to let him sweat it out a little longer. It wasn't until they reached a crossing that her facade finally broke and she burst out laughing.
"So...Scarface...where are you taking me?'