Ask Ximena on an actual date
From Create Your Own Story
You give Ximena a smile.
"I'd love to spend more time with you," you tell her, keeping your voice low.
"And I'd love for your tongue to spend more time in me," Ximena replies, stuffing her fist into her mouth to stifle a giggle.
"When are you free?" you whisper.
"Meet me at my house at 7 p.m. tomorrow," Ximena murmurs, writing down an address.
At precisely 7 p.m., you approach the house in question. You're about to knock on the door, when it's pulled open.
"Hello, Brandon," Ximena grins. She's wearing a pretty dress. "This is Lucia, my mother, and Rafael, my father."
The woman is the same one who was in the store the day before. You shake hands with Ximena's parents.
"So, how did you and my daughter meet?" Rafael asks politely as he helps guide you inside.
"I was window shopping at the mall and randomly encountered her," you tell him. Like all good propaganda, your statement is the truth and nothing but the truth, but not the whole truth.
"And you struck up a conversation?"
"We did put our tongues to good use."
"She's 19, but looks very young for her age."
"That she does, sir. She's quite nice."
"I just wish she and Lucia would spend less time at the mall."
Ximena's voice cuts in. "Now, dad, you know very well that women love to spend time at malls. And we don't spend you out of house and home."
Her father sighs. "I know, sweetie. I think it's just that I can never know the pleasure you two feel, being a guy, and I feel left out." He switches the subject. "Are you making Brandon stay the night?"
Ximena laughs. "Of course, dad."
"Just don't leave him a lifeless husk by morning."
What the...?
"I wouldn't, dad. I'll only make him lick me to ten orgasms and drain him four times."
"I never know when you're kidding. Well, dinner is served."
Dinner is excellent. Lucia explains that she got her cooking skills from her mom. Ximena got hers from Lucia and when Ximena finds a mate, she'll make sure they're well fed.
You sense a strange energy coming from Ximena. Soon enough, the plates are being cleared from the table.
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| 12th Grade Boy |
