Things seem to be going pretty well for you. The two of you manage to carry on small talk for a while as you share a couple of drinks, some flirtive glances and a few occasional brushes of the feet underneath the table. If things continue along like this, you might not even need to worry about Jackie catching you at your home tonight.
“This is so much fun.” Ashley says, a bit of a giggle in her voice from the couple of drinks she’s had, “I never get to talk to guys I can relate to.”
“Yeah,” you say, brushing her leg under the table again and smiling, “this has been great.”
“I mean,” Ashley continues on almost as if she didn’t hear you, “you meet guys every now and then, but you never get to talk. It seems like it’s always sex or vore, sex or vore. Which, don’t get me wrong, I’m a big fan of both those things.” Well, you think, there’s your first hint as to where she stands on vore. “I just like being able to talk.”
“Not been on a lot of dates lately?” You ask sympathizing. She shakes her head and looks off to the side, sipping her drink again. “You?” She asks.
“Well, strangely enough, you’re interrupting a kind of ‘date’ I was having.” You say. The liquid courage of a few drinks and a good conversation makes you feel able to tell her about Jackie. “Before I called you I’d just escaped from this girl who had kind of ambushed me.” Ash rolls her eyes as she takes another drink. “And really it seems like that’s the only kind of date I can get lately.”
“Well, as a guy sometimes it’s best to stay away from dates altogether.” She says. “A guy like you I’m kind of surprised you’re still with us.”
“Eh” you shrug off the compliment, “It’s probably only because I haven’t found a girl like you yet.” You test the water with that line and get a very positive looking eyebrow raise from her. You realize that you just suggested that you’d like to be eaten by her, but at this point, you’re not sure that that isn’t what you want. There’s something real and wonderful about her. She’s not the pristine cheerleader archetype that every guy beats off too, she’s that real, identifiable type that you want to spend your life with. Or maybe as a part of.
“God, it’s so hot in here.” She says, fanning herself with both hands.