of beating someone like Benjamin.
“Are you sure?” He asked, looking at her, his eyes pleading with her to reconsider. She nodded, a smile on her face.
“Yes. But that means we have to train twice as hard. Let’s go!” In a moment’s notice, they were back into training mode, training harder than ever. Cassandra was a born coach and Vincent was a born student. Soon they were working together effortlessly and Vincent was making great progress.
By the end of the day, Vincent was exhausted but he felt better about himself. Maybe he could beat Benjamin. There was now an inkling of hope in his heart.
“How do you feel?” Cassandra asked as she wiped the sweat from her brow, taking a sip of water, looking at Vincent. He smiled and walked over to her before kissing her lips gently.
“Better… knowing that you support me 100%.” He looked at her with a loving gaze in his eyes. Cassandra blushed before looking away for a moment.
“Hey… don’t worry about Benjamin. Size doesn’t matter. The bigger they are the harder they fall anyway, so you’ll have an advantage over him. All you have to do is get comfortable with your body and know what you are good at and you will beat him. I am sure of it.” Cassandra smiled up at him, her face beaming as she cheered him on. He smiled at her words, believing them as he picked her up and kissed her.
She wrapped her legs around him and smiled as she returned the kiss, her hands gently caressing the side of his face with her small, delicate hands. He smiled before pulling away. “Hey… do you want to come to my house … I’ll cook dinner maybe… I need to thank you for today… and yesterday…” He blushed a little as he whispered at her. He looked up at her with a hopeful look. She bit her lip and looked back at him. It was not like her to go on a second date with someone, but for some reason, Vincent was making her break all of her own rules.
“Okay… tonight?”
***
“Wow… I’m impressed.” Cassandra whispered as she looked at the dinner table. There were two well-decorated plates of steak, mashed potatoes, assorted vegetables, and salad on the table. She had never seen a man cook like this before and she was pleasantly surprised.
Vincent looked at her with a bashful look. “Oh… well in Brazil… men love to cook… my father taught me when I was younger…” He rubbed his neck nervously as he turned bright red. “I hope you like it…” He whispered, looking away feeling embarrassed. Cassandra chuckled before kissing his cheek. She couldn’t get over how cute he was.
After their romantic dinner together, the atmosphere became thick with sexual anticipation. Cassandra could feel herself wanting Vincent as she looked at him from across the dinner table.
“Um… maybe we could go to my room and watch a movie or something?” Vincent offered, trying to break the awkwardness filling the room. Cassandra nodded and together they made their way to his room. It was a little messy but much cleaner than the rooms of most men. Cassandra was once again impressed with Vincent.
They soon laid together in his bed, watching the movie. They didn’t watch the movie for long, however. Soon, they were kissing and after that, they found themselves touching and holding each other. Before they knew it, Vincent was on top of her, slowly kissing her skin.
He smiled as he felt her soft skin against his lips. She was so soft and silky, he never wanted to stop touching