background. We ordered our food and a little wine, and started talking. We talked about where we were from, where we went to school, what we liked to do, etc. etc. I began to like the guy more and more. We ate and drank and talked some more. That’s when it happened. I felt something rubbing against my leg, and I took a quick glance under the tablecloth. Ryan had taken off his shoe and was rubbing his foot up and down my leg and up my thigh. I gulped. This was so… provocative. I was doing something sexual in a restaurant! I tried to carry on the conversation.

“So, how did you like New York?”

“It was alright,” he said, still rubbing my inner thighs smoothly. “But I like the excitement of Vegas more. A lot of lights.”

“Yah, lots of li-i-ghts…” I started to say, sputtering when Ryan slid his foot right into my soft crotch, gently rubbing my sack, which was forced right up against the fabric when I had sat down. I tensed up and engorged a little. My heart was pounding.

“You have any plans for tonight?” he asked me innocently. Maybe a hint of a smile.

“Uhh…I don’t think so, yet…” Ryan’s foot kept pressing into my bulge.

“Well, do you wanna go back to my room to hang out? I’ve got a suite.”

“Well,” I said, nervous as hell, quivering from his contact with my nuts. “I guess that’d be cool.”

“Alright, let’s go then,” he said with a smile.

I offered to pay for the dinner with the money I had won, which I told him he helped me win, and we left the restaurant. Ryan was staying at the Bellagio a little bit down the Strip so we took a taxi. In the back, he gently rubbed his hand across mine and smiled sweetly. I was in love with this boy. But I was far from comfortable with all the affection, no matter how much it was turning me on. He took my thumb into his mouth and sucked it obscenely. His mouth was warm and wet and soft. My eyes closed and a vision flashed before my eyes…I felt pleasure. Ryan was sucking me. But not my thumb…a little bit lower…a little bit lower…No! It’s the first date. Who do I think I am, so kind of street whore? Maybe you want to be, said a voice in my head. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing myself think.

The taxi let us out at the Bellagio and as we walked past the dancing fountains, Ryan grasped my hand. We walked, hand in hand, all the way up to his hotel room.

His room was large. It was mostly white furniture like