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"Does he have a computer in his office?" Wind asked, "I could hack it."

"No," the GM responded, "You're in the 1890s, computers won't be invented for a few decades."

"What about a log book?" Wind picked up his dice, "Or like a day planner or something?"

"Fuck that noise," Eisenhower complained, "I say we find one of his lackeys and interrogate them."

This suggestion got a round of approval from the other players, though Wind and I were not so fond of it.

"As a matter of fact," the GM stated, pointedly looking Eisenhower in the eye, "There is a day planner on his desk, opened to tomorrow's date."

"Aww man," Lucas took a bite of room temperature pizza but kept talking, "That's too easy."

"Quick question," I chimed in, "How does a day planner help a time traveler?"

The GM stared at me for a moment, then asked, "You ever see that episode of Men in Black where they go back to the old west and..." he saw the blank look on my face, then shrugged, "Just roll with it. It'll make sense eventually."

"So what do we learn?" Eisenhower asked, suddenly okay with the day planner, "Do we have a time and place to gank this guy?"

"As a matter of fact," the GM flipped a couple pages further into his notebook, "You know exactly where he's going to attempt his next chronolocation ritual."

"Cool," Wind asked, "Where?"

"At midnight," the GM grinned, "At the Old Williams Mansion."

The whole group went silent. Last week we tried to infiltrate that place, made absolute idiots of ourselves, and barely got away with our lives.

"They're going to have heavier security this time," our medic stated flatly.

"We should just storm the place guns blazing," Eisenhower suggested, "we've got future technology. We can outgun anyone."

"Not if there's a ton of them," Lucas pointed out, "But honestly I'm willing to try."

"Yeah," Eisenhower gave Lucas a high five, "Classic dungeon crawl style."

The GM looked at his notes and then his cell phone, "Guys, it's nearly eleven and I have work in the morning. We're going to have to push this to next week."

Disappointment filled the room, but then most of the players realized that the real world called. Everyone gathered their stuff and finished their drinks. The GM and his ride, Lucas, then left.

The remaining four of us then started to disperse before Eisenhower suggested, "You guys want to play some cards?"

Wind and the guy who played the medic... whatever his name was... turned him down, leaving just me and Eisenhower.

"I don't know how well Epic Spell Wars plays with two," Eisenhower shrugged.

I sat back down, "it's okay."

"I guess we can play something else," he suggested.

"I brought an EDH deck," I stated.

"Oh yeah?" Eisenhower grinned, "What commander?"

"Azami."

Eisenhower cringed.

I looked down in my bag, "I also brought some Keyforge decks."

He pursed his lips, "Never played that one, how is it?"

"Weird," I stated, "And fun."

"I like weird," Eisenhower grinned, "How do you play?"

So I picked a random deck, saw that it Mars in it, then picked a different one to hand to him. I then took a random other deck for myself. I then showed him the weirdest feature of the game, that each deck has it's own custom card back, because you can't alter your decks.

"That's dumb," Eisenhower looked at me.

"I think it's kind of neat," I responded, "But that's not even half the weirdness of the game."

I began to explain the rules, for the sake of this story, because I can't just drop the whole rulebook on you, I'm gonna summarize. Instead of trying to defeat the opponent in combat, you're trying to race them in gathering "æmber" which is used to forge "keys". Forge three keys and you win. You can summon minions who help gather æmber, or fight your opponent's minions, or you can play cards that just give you æmber. Each deck is built of three factions, but you choose only one to play each turn.

"Alright, I think I get it," Eisenhower took the cards we used as examples in my (much longer) explanation back into his deck, then shuffled.

We played a game, and Eisenhower picked it up pretty fast. He even realized that he could use his Shadows dudes to steal my æmber just before I forged my last key... which gave him enough to forge his last key instead.

"Did I just win?" Eisenhower scanned over the table.

"I think so," I gave it a once over as well, checked my hand to see if I could take him off check, then sighed and admitted, "Yeah, you got me."

Eisenhower raised his arms in a strongman pose, "Win on my first try!"

I shrugged, then decided it kind of hot in the house, so I took off my sweater. I then arched my back to pop it, and then went about returning all my cards to their decks. It was only after that that I realized Eisenhower was staring at me.

"Did I, uh," I glanced about, "Did I do something wrong?"

"Uh, no," Eisenhower looked away to get his composure back, then returned with a sly, catty grin, "I just thought we were playing Keyforge, not strip poker."

I blushed, realizing that my tank top did show quite a bit of my fuzzy, white cleavage. I hadn't even realized that Eisenhower found me attractive, and questioned that as it was. I was kind of a chubby, short vixen... but I had hips that could kill and a decent pair of attention grabbers... which were busy doing just that.

While he failed trying not to be super obvious about staring, I took the moment to examine Eisenhower. He was a tall and gawky kitten, but he had a handsome face. His fur was, jet black, save for the white on his snout. I was probably seven or eight years older than him, but he was kind of cute.

It took me a moment to build up the courage to say it, but I found the response, "If I beat you, are you gonna take your top off?"

He grinned, "Would you like that?"

"I'll reserve judgment until after I see what you're packing," I stated, then realized what I said sounded kind of phallic, and started to backtrack myself until I realized that was fairly appropriate.

"That's a lot of confidence from someone already a game down," Eisenhower taunted.

I passed him a new deck, "You know I was going easy on you?"

"Really?" He blinked his eyes in mock surprise.

"No," I admitted, "Not really."

We ran another game, this time I got ahead and managed to get five Brobnar cards in hand, which drew into another three. Once I had Kelifi Dragon on board, he never recovered.

"Another Brobnar turn, huh?" He sighed.

"BROBNAR!" I shouted. The word's just fun to say. I turned Kelifi dragon sideways then realized, "Wait, I forgot my forge key phase."

"Oh..." Eisenhower glanced at my æmber pool, "I guess you already won."

"Brobnar!" I agreed.

Eisenhower then gathered up his cards and gave the deck a compulsory shuffle. While he took his time shuffling, I cleared my throat loudly.

"I know, I know," he replied, and slowly raised his shirt over his head.

I discovered that he wasn't all black. The white on his face trailed down his neck, over his tight chest, down his slim waist, and I began to imagine where it ended. He was slim, but less gawky than I assumed. He was a little nervous and hiding it poorly and kept looking down at his chest for what I was drinking in.

"I'm sorry," Eisenhower blurted.

"No," I responded, realizing my face was a little flushed too, "You're good. Very good."

That awarded me a nervous laugh, "Thanks," he turned his head away in a mock cough, "I think."

I shook my head to get back in the mood, "Another game?"

"Yes!" He blurted out far too quickly.

I laughed, which made him laugh, and we began our third game. This time I accidentally gave him my four horseman deck... it also had three board wipes and a couple recursion action cards. It was a beast, and I planned on taking it to local tournaments... but the game never got any around here.

He crushed me. No mercy, no restraint, no flaunting or showboating. He was pure business and admitted after we were through, "So these decks can get pretty unbalanced."

"Yeah," I gathered up my cards and stated, "At tournaments, you trade decks on game 2."

"There are tournaments for this game?" He asked, then thumped his head, "Wait, are you trying to distract me?"

"Maybe," I teased.

"I've taken off my shirt," he stated, "Now it's your turn." He pointed at me with faltering confidence, "...that is if you still want to..."

I stuck my tongue out at him then grabbed the hem of my top, "Heads up, I don't wear a bra."

His eyes went wide well before I stripped. It was as though he never noticed there were no bra straps that would be visible beside my tank top's. Maybe he didn't think it through.

"H-hold on," he stammered, "Only d-do this if you really want to."

I laughed, raised my tank top over my head and felt my sweater puppies come out to play. Eisenhower stared at them in shock, maybe even disbelief. He sat perfectly still, staring like they were going to jump up and bite him.

"So what'cha think?"

His gaze trailed up to my eyes for a brief moment, then slowly back at my bared breasts.

"I'll take that stunned silence as a compliment."

It was at that moment that his brain turned back on, "Sorry, I, uh, didn't mean to stare."

I giggled into my paw then bounced my lovelies for him a bit, "It's fine, stare all you want."

"Okay," he said with as much emotion as the average zombie, "I can do that."

I tossed my top aside, and reached for another pair of decks. I slid him one and he looked at it for a second, confused. I saw him glance back up at me and think hard about what was happening.

Just so you know, my boobs are nice, but not nearly that nice.

"There's more?" He asked.

"I'm still wearing pants," I pointed out.

His eyes narrowed as he considered that, then they bulged outward. He then shook his head and gained his confidence back.

"Alright game on," he stated, "I've got this."

He didn't have this. The entire time he kept taking glances at me instead of reading the text on the cards. I didn't even develop a coherent strategy, I just turned my creatures sideways.

Eisenhower glanced at the table, saw me flip over my last key, and looked me dead in the eyes, "I still feel like a winner."

I giggled and gave him a giggly little show, before pointing at him, "You, pants off, now."

He stood up rather sheepishly. He undid his belt, ever so slowly slid it out of his belt loops. After it was completely removed he folded it, set it aside, and waggled his brow at me.

Then he sat back down.

"No," I protested, "Not fair. Belt not enough. I want to see some undies."

"It's an article of clothing," he crossed his arms.

"Now you're covering the chest I fairly earned," I complained, moving my hands to clearly display I wasn't covering mine.

He laughed, "okay, you win," before standing up and unbuttoning his pants.

That's right, I did win. And I planned to enjoy the show.

He turned around and made a mockery of me by waving his white tipped tail about. The black fur of his back was glistening in the kitchen light, and I had to wonder if he knew how dorky he looked gyrating his sweet, tight buttocks.

He was wearing a tight fitting pair of pants, so they didn't just fall to the floor. They slid a little down with each shake of his ass. I felt my face flush as his rubber ducky boxers came into view. I felt myself squeal as his pants finally dropped off the curve of his butt and onto the floor.

He turned his head around in a curious grin, "Enjoy the show?"

I nodded.

"Want to see more?" He winked.

I nodded.

"Then you're going to have to beat me."

"You bastard," I narrowed my eyes, but couldn't help a giggle, "I guess this one's for all the marbles."

The gears turned slowly in his head before returning, "You don't wear underwear?"

"Makes me feel sexy," I shrugged.

Eisenhower tilted his head in confusion, "You're pretty sexy either way."

I blushed, "Aww, you're not bad yourself."

He paused and said, "Um, thanks."

I watched him lose his nerve a bit, so I reached for a distraction, "Last game?"

He grinned, "You're on!"

I dealt out the remaining two decks. This gave him that Mars deck.. I knew it also contained Santa Claus (The card's called Chota Hazri, look it up), as well as some solid Logos card draw. My deck on the other hand, was a control deck with lots of removal that generated æmber, almost like the card gods granted me the perfect deck for my playstyle... it also had Brobnar, doing Brobnar things. Did I mention I like Brobnar.

Anyways, the game was intense. My nipples stood on end the whole time, but this time Eisenhower was able to focus. He was struggling to get a handle on his deck, then played Incubation Chamber to start thinning out his hand. I kept his creature count low, but the game went long. He managed to get the first key, but I was quickly able to catch up, and when he set up to get his second key, I stole a couple æmber and forged my second key ahead of him.

The very next turn, he grinned and declared, "I think it's Christmas."

Around here, that's lingo for when you get ridiculous combo hands.

"Untamed," he declared his house.

"Oh." I felt myself say, realizing he meant it far too literally.

I then watched in horror as he played a five card sleigh of... gods I don't even think it mattered what they were. He then reaped with his two dew faeries, putting him at more æmber than we had tokens to represent, then he slapped down Santa himself with a hearty "Ho Ho Ho!"

After he forged his second key, he glanced at me and very coyly announced, "Check."

I looked at his æmber pool. He had nine. I looked at my hand. Nothing to deal with that. I could go into check myself, but his turn would end the game. I folded my hand and watched a big dopey grin fill Eisenhower's face.

"You got me," I sighed, then gave him a mischievous grin.

He didn't say anything, just got a little too excited. I pondered if the table was hiding boner from my view before fulfilling my commitment to bare my ass at him. I stood then stepped away from the table to offer a better view. The kitten with his wide eyes did, in fact, have a raging erection. I turned my back to him, lifted my tail with a playful swing, and then unzipped my pants. I peeked at my friend to see him touch himself, then slid my jeans off ever so slowly, showing him my ample red furred ass with the little white patch where my pussy peeked through.

Eisenhower's breath became labored as soon as my ladiness became visible. He was feeling up and down his length very visibly at this point. I giggled and shook my booty as my pants fell to the floor.

"Damn..." Eisenhower whispered to himself, possibly unaware that he was giving me a show as well.

"What'cha think?" I gave him a toothy grin.

"I think..." Eisenhower began but trailed off. Then he realized that he was touching himself, so he stopped. Then he got nervous, took a deep breath, glanced at the clock and shook his head. Finally he returned a less confident grin and suggested, "One last game, loser has to..."

"I like the game too," I interrupted, "but I'm naked and horny."

Eisenhower lost his boner immediately.

I shrieked, "I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?"

He sighed, "I'm sorry, I lost my nerve."

I smiled, glanced at the clock, gods it was two in the morning, then made the decision. I needed to get to bed, but I really wanted it to be his bed. That's possibly the angle.

"Hey," I said, trying to present myself as nonhostile as possible, "Would you like to take this to your room? We can cuddle."

"Cuddle?" He parroted.

"Sure," I ventured, "Or have really hot sex. Whatever you're comfortable with."

Eisenhower sighed, "You can smell the virgin on me, can't you?"

I laughed, "We just played Strip Keyforge, and you enjoyed the card game more than the girl."

"That's not true," he sighed, "I just never spent any time alone with anyone nearly as beautiful as you."

My heart panged at that. Most guys just say stuff like that to get in my pants. Wait... "You're not just saying that, are you?"

"I don't know," He spread his hands, "It just felt like the right thing to say."

That flew over my head. I searched for the right thing to say and found myself at "So... cuddles?"

"Sure," he smiled, "I'd like that."

His room was a mess of nerd hobbies on book shelves. He didn't have as much stuff as I did, but his collection was pretty broad. I couldn't help but laugh at the half painted kill team on his desk with dust collected on it.

"What?" Eisenhower asked.

"It's kind of cozy in here," I ventured.

He looked about and smiled, "It kind of is."

We sat down on his bed, him still in his duckies and me in naught but my fur coat. He sort of edged himself into the corner where his bed met the wall and gave me almost enough space in the twin sized bed. I laid next to him and skootched my butt back into him, my tail folding around my waist to make room.

With my back to him I couldn't tell what he was doing shuffling about until he said, "I don't know what to do with my hands..."

I tried for a gentle tone, telling him, "you can place them wherever you want."

Like a super magnet they zorped to my breasts. I couldn't help but laugh.

"You said-" he began.

"It's not a bad thing," I stated.

We laid there for a while, the warmth of his body on my naked back, his tail playing with mine. His hands experimentally kneading my breasts. I could feel his erection returning, but made no play for it. I decided to let him be in control... which honestly is how I like it.

"How come you don't have a boyfriend?" Eisenhower randomly asked.

Whiplash hit me hard, that was a mood killing question. I tried for an answer, but failed to find it. Eventually I returned, "Bad luck, maybe. It seems like every time I find a guy I think I could fall in love with, they disappear."

"That's awful," he said, still kneading me, "Were you ever married?"

"Once," I admitted, "It didn't last long though."

"What happened?"

I felt myself clam up, "Money problems." That technically wasn't a lie. But I needed to stop talking about it. So I searched for a counter-question and decided it was fair to ask him, "Same question, why don't you have a boyfriend?

He laughed, "Because I'm not gay?"

I reviewed my words, "I mean girlfriend."

"I don't know," Eisenhower tensed up and stopped kneading, "I'm not really all that attractive. Like at all. I'm awkward and lanky and horrible at conversation..."

I couldn't argue with those statements, but still suggested, "but you're smart and kind of cute. Plus when you show your confidence, you're kind of sexy."

"I wasn't aware I had any confidence," he said.

"You were pretty confident about your Keyforge skills."

"And that was sexy?" He asked.

"Well, no," I admitted, "but when you shook your booty for me, it was kind of hot even if it was really dorky."

"Yeah?"

"And I caught you stroking your dick to me," I purred.

"I'm sorry," he blurted, "I didn't realize you saw that."

"No," I said, "It was good. It made me feel sexy."

We laid there for a moment while he pondered that statement. It was probably going to be dawn before he made a move, but I was determined to wait him out.

"You okay?" I eventually asked.

"Yeah," he said absently, "I'm just building up some courage."

I giggled, "Are you going to proposition me?"

He froze again.

"Are you really that nervous?" I asked.

Eisenhower considered his words for a long breath before saying, "I've never made it this far with a woman. It's kind of nice. I mean you're kind of nice. I mean, thank you for letting me play with your boobies."

I snickered.

"I really appreciate what you're doing," he added, "I just don't know how to progress from here."

I opened my mouth to give him advice, then I realized that I didn't actually have any to give. I had never really been in his position either. Just about every time I had sex, it seemed like the guy knew what he was doing. In fact, I couldn't remember a time I was with someone less experienced than me, much less a virgin.

"If you wanted," I took a deep breath, "Maybe I could lead."

Eisenhower's shoulders loosened a bit, "I'd like that."

I let him knead my breasts a little bit longer as I thought through what I needed to do. I was drawing a blank, "So what would you like me to do?"

"Whatever you want," he purred.

I tinged as he brushed a claw across my nipple, "I was hoping you'd bend me over and fuck me."

His hands froze again, but I could feel his erection brush against the base of my tail.

"But if you're not up to that we could start slow," I suggested, "Have you ever..." I thought about that question and rephrased it, "So what all have you done?"

"I thought you weren't supposed to kiss and tell," Eisenhower blocked.

"Have you kissed?" I asked.

"Yeah, once." He then considered and added, "I only french kissed once, and I felt her up. She said she didn't get wet, so I assumed I was doing something wrong and stopped."

I tried not to laugh, but failed.

In response, he twisted my nipples hard.

"Stopping was probably what you did wrong," I squealed.

"Are you saying, don't stop?" He teased.

His confidence back, twisting and teasing my erect nipples, I took a measured risk and felt him up with my paw. He didn't resist. Through his duckies I could feel the little pricks on his feline prick, I traced a paw pad around them, circling around until he stopped teasing me and jerked.

"I think I came," he stated, with a mound of disappointment in his voice.

"It's called precum," I scolded, "You have masturbated before, right?"

He was softening in my hand...

"It just doesn't feel as good as what you just did," Eisenhower said.

I was no longer sure it was precum...

"Would you like me to give you a hand job?" I ventured, still rubbing him softly with my paw.

"I would..." his voice trailed off but his dick was responding.

"Were you hoping instead for a blow job?" I asked, rubbing his tip through his damp boxers.

"You'd do that?" Eisenhower's dick was getting hard again.

"I'd pop your cherry right now if you wanted," I offered.

His dick responded first, but he still replied, "Really?" He shot up erect. I mean, he sat up in excitement as fast as his dick.

I sat up with him and gave him a kiss on the lips. His eyes went wide, but closed as he found his groove. I felt my own lips, both pairs, quiver as he pressed his body against mine. Our tails intertwined as he playfully bit my lower lip. He let his tongue dance with mine, and I couldn't help but wonder...

"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" I grabbed him by the shoulders and gently pushed him down.

"Uh," he grinned sheepishly, "Porn site educational videos."

I paused, "That's a thing?"

He shrugged, and in doing so I took the opportunity to feel up his chest. I then trailed my hand slowly down, down his white furred belly to his duckies.

"You still need to beat me," he taunted.

I gave him a stern look before sliding my paw inside his shorts. He gasped as my paw found his pulsing member. I gasped as I found an incredible amount of precum, no wonder he was confused. I pulled the duckies down with my wrist and gave the cat a gentle gaze.

"Are you ready for this?" I asked him.

He looked at me, at his dick, then at my exposed ass. Eisenhower swallowed then nodded.

I took that to mean I could straddle him, which I couldn't without some awkward readjusting on the small bed. But soon he had the duckies completely off, and I was straddling his groin with his dick hard against my wet passage.

"Wait," he said, "I don't have a condom."

"I'm on the pill," I lied. Explaining PCOS wasn't exactly sexy, so I'd let him in on that later.

He looked down at our meeting groins and back up to my eyes.

"I'm clean," I assured him.

"Okay," he said, "You're sure you want to do this?"

In response, I lifted myself up on my knees, then lined him up with a paw. I then slowly slid down his length to the base. Eisenhower let out a gasp as though he held his breath through the process.

"I'm close," he warned.

So I let us sit and stew for a bit, enjoying his warmth in mine. I sometimes forget how nice even the basic feeling of someone inside you is. His dick twitched inside me and the little pricks on it rubbed about individually. I'll always be a canine lover, but that feline dick is good.

I watched his face slowly untighten, as he relaxed a bit. He let out a long breath and looked up at me.

"Guess I'm not a virgin anymore," He smiled up at me.

"How's it feel?" I asked.

"Fucking amazing," He moaned.

"Want me to continue?"

He nodded shyly.

So I did.

He purred like a kitten as I slowly raised myself. The feeling of emptiness just after having his full length in me gave me that little edge of excitement. I watched his face twist in pleasure, before sliding myself ever so slowly downward.

I marveled at the novelty of being the one in control, as his dick filled me once again. It felt very right, in a way I didn't expect. He bit his lip and gripped the bed covers with each hand as I slowly rose again. He twitched inside me and I had to let out a gasp.

I felt my hands find his chest, taking holds of his shaggy fur. His hands found my hips, and he, probably instinctively, started guiding my decent. He was lost in the mood, and obviously trying to guide me into going faster.

His hips started to buck into mine. By the look on his face he was likely unaware of this action. Our motions didn't take long to line up, it happened so naturally. A little grin filled my face as I imagined how quickly he would learn to fuck my brains out, should I take him on as a friend with benefits.

Then his thrusts became erratic, too fast for me to match. He was in the moment, long before I would have been, no matter how good his rutting felt. He let out a growl, and slammed into me one last time, filling me full of his hot seed.

Then he collapsed under me, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. I took the moment to slide his deflating dick out of me, and laid next to him. The bed was still kind of small, but we fit.

"That was amazing..." Eisenhower cooed.

I laughed, "You're kind of good for a virgin."

He grinned, "Did you cum?"

"Well..." I began.

"No?" He interrupted, "Then we're not done."

I slid a paw over his spent member, "You're all soft."

He looked at me dead in the eyes, "I've always wanted to eat a girl out."

I felt my face flush. Most of my partners never bothered with that. It had been a long time since I had been eaten out. Somehow the thought excited me. But then again...

"I'm kind of full of your spunk."

"Don't care," Eisenhower slid away from me off the bed, then pulled me by my legs to the edge. I let out a little yelp, after he so suddenly repositioned me, but the way he licked his lips made me giggle.

He leaned down in, and his brow furrowed. Obviously he wasn't sure what he was doing, so I helped him along by reaching down and spreading myself with my fingers.

Eisenhower grinned, "You're so hot."

I felt my face grow even hotter, as he slowly leaned in. I felt his breath hot on my exposed passage. His tongue tickled my clit as he experimentally licked me. I squirmed a bit as he dragged his tongue up me. Then he lapped deep within me, causing me to twist in electric shock.

I guess his porno education included cunnilingus, as he had me writhing. I was vaguely aware that all four of my limbs were wrapped around his head, only for him to suck my clit furiously as he filled me with his fingers.

I screamed, which I think caused him to stop.

"What's wrong?" I gasped.

Eisenhower looked up at me, "I'm hard again."

"Really?" I looked down, sure enough, "You want to try getting on top?"

He answered by crawling atop me and kissing me on the nose. He lined himself up with my still hungry pussy, and gave me a thrust. He missed, rubbing my clit, and pulling a moan from my lips. I reached down and guided him into me.

Stars clouded my eyes as he thrust into me at full speed. I tried to catch my breath, but the eager kitten started with his humping. The quick transition from virgin to top surprised me, but it was oh so welcome.

I was close before penetration, and his rapid pounding didn't hurt that. I moaned in delight as he sped up even faster until he filled me with another helping of his hot seed. He didn't stop however, continuing to rut me like a wild animal until I shouted in orgasm and then some.

His humping slowed down a little as he ran out of energy, but didn't really stop until he was flaccid and just fell out.

"How'd I do?" Eisenhower gasped for air.

I was still coming down from the orgasm, so it took me a minute before I responded, "Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

He grinned, then laid his head of my bosom, "Think you could stay, and cuddle?"

"I can do that," I yawned, "it's hard to drive home with jelly legs anyways."

The Cat took a long breath and muzzled up against me, "Does this mean we're dating?"

My eyes shot open, and a number of bad memories that I won't pester you with caught up with me. "Friends," I suggested.

"With benefits?" He negotiated.

I gave that a bit of a thought before responding, "I'd like that."