"So, the rules," he started.
"The rules are such. A question is tossed out, such as, have you ever had sex in a public location where you can either answer or take a drink, or a shot. Now, a shot or drink doesn't mean that you are lying, it's just saying you refuse to answer for whatever reason."
"Oh yeah, we are going to get drunk!"
"Not like we have plans today. Just avoid the stairs. And maybe the railings." We both laughed. "Although, we can do like small mixed drinks so we don't die so soon."
"I'm on it." I smiled as he went up to the bar and placed the order. A few minutes later he came back with a plate full of drinks. "Okay, Ms Theresa, your game, so you get to go first with the questions."
"Okay, remember, you refuse to answer take a swig there. The drinks will be nice now, and we can certainly move up to shots or something else later."
"Sounds simple enough. Give me your first shot."
"I'll start easy on you, how old were you when you lost your virginity?"
"No laughing at these answers right?" I held up my hands as a sign of surrender. "I was 20." I opened my eyes wide, having to admit I was shocked by that. I mean, how did he go through his teenage years and not have sex? But, I would have to wait to ask. "Okay, so how old were you when you had your first kiss?"
"My first lip kiss was 7, but if you mean my first real, real kiss, I was 15, I believe. Yeah, a sophomore in high school," I nodded as I had to think and smiled to myself. "Do you remember your every first date?" Howie's brows wrinkled and I tried so hard not to smile and then opened my eyes as he grabbed one of the glasses and took a drink.
"Okay, wow, smooth. Now Ms Theresa…"
"Yes sir?"
"What made you fall for your ex?"
"Oh, bring out the big guns, huh?" He smiled and lifted his shoulder in a silent 'I don't care'. "Mike was funny, and a damn good talker, he could make you believe the sky was green. He also had the most sexiest eyes to me; I'm a sucker for eyes, total weakness. Anyways, he often would joke with me and charmed me. He knew how to capture my interest and keep it. He also made me feel what I hadn't felt in a very long time and that was wanted and desired." I bit my lip as that brought up my first interaction with him and I shook my head. "Okay, how many women have you slept with?"
"Oh, um," Howie tilted his head and then started counting on his fingers and the longer he took, the more my eyebrow rose up, which only caused him to laugh. "Honestly, six total. I really don't sleep around." I let out a breath, not sure why a big number kind of irked me, but I can be honest and say it did, so I was happy when it wasn't, something I honestly didn't want to examine too closely though. "What's been your favorite place to have sex?" I thought that over and looked at the glass he had grabbed to take a drink. I smirked as I grabbed it and took a major swig of it.
"Not smooth," I mumbled, swallowing a few times. "Let's see, oh since I haven't gotten experience you quite so early in the morning, would you say you're a morning person or a night person?"
"Hmm, good question. I'm not a grumpy person when I wake up unless I've been drinking the night through, but I can say that I'm way more of a night person as my creative juices get to flow more. What's your favorite holiday?"
"Hands down, Halloween. I love dressing up, going to be a dragon this year. And that's followed up by Christmas. Do you have a favorite artist you have worked with?" Howie just looked at me and smirked.
"I am not answering," and with that, he grabbed the glass back and down the last of it. "So evil you are." I laughed and shook my head. "Have you ever called someone the wrong name while having sex?"
"Oh my God, yes! I really didn't mean to and the guy at the time knew I wasn't cheating, but it sure as hell killed the mood. It took a bit to have sex again." I tapped my nail on the chair as I thought for a moment. "What's been your most memorable birthday?"
"Wow, okay, give me a second on that one." He glanced down at the deck and then slowly smiled. "I live in LA and have a small condo in Miami, as I'm from Florida, so I go back often. Anyways, my mom called me about two days before to say she was having some procedure done and wanted me out. So, I flew out the night before my birthday and rather than go to my condo, my mom told me to come to the house. Not thinking of it, I did. Now, it's about 40 minutes to my parent's house, and that was going to put me there around 12:15, again, not thinking anything of it. So, I'm tired, pull up and go around back, go in, and it's a freakin' surprise get together with my family, some I hadn't seen in almost a year. My mom worked it out, all of it, to plan it that way. It was also the last birthday I had with my dad."
"God, Howie that sounds amazing. Oh, I bet your mom is a hoot."
"Oh, she is. You'd get along with her; you're a lot like her." I blushed and smiled, not sure what to say, but rather enjoying that he thought that. "Okay, my turn, what's been your favorite place to visit?"
"Picking one, Italy. The culture, the food, the people, and oh the scenery…so amazing."
"I have a buddy who has a couple little houses out there, if you ever want to buy one."
"Don't tempt me! I just don't have the funds to keep going over there, but I do love it. Would you ever do another singles cruise?" Howie laughed and grabbed another drink, quickly taking a swig.
"Would you do another one, Theresa." I smiled, opened my mouth to answer, but instead grabbed the glass and downed the rest of the drink. He laughed as he took it and set it by the empty one.
He had to admit, he was rather enjoying this. He's never been one to be so open with anyone, even more so with someone he had known for such a short time. He shifted and watched her move again, his eyes taking in those long legs. God, they felt good last night wrapped around his thigh, hell, they felt good as he rubbed them.
Mentally, he shook himself. He couldn't be thinking like that, it would only lead to trouble, and that was not good. He watched, through his shades, as she swung her legs over and faced him, her arms resting on her legs and making her boobs push up over her top. Suddenly, his mouth went very dry as he saw them. Thank God his shade lenses were dark so they couldn't be seen through.
"Howie?"
"Yeah?" He looked at her, ready for the next question. "What's been your favorite kiss?" 'Shit,' his mind screamed. He had three options. He could lie, he could reach for the glass and refuse to answer, or he could play the card and see where his answer took him, for just maybe, it would be a shift in the game.
"My favorite kiss, of all time, would have to have been last nights. I've never wanted one to happen more and nor have I ever wanted one to keep lasting."