Tommy and Brittany

Tommy put down the deck of cards and smiled as Brittany handed him a beer.

“Okay, so I promised we would answer the questions and be truthful. Jack and Stephanie and Bill and Julie had the interviewer in the room, but since it’s our anniversary, and you know how we value our privacy, I thought we should do this alone.”

Brittany grinned and took a sip of her wine.

“I’m ready. Are you nervous?”

Tommy chuckled.

“Nope. Now the cards each have a question on them so we pick and ask. Then you get naked.”

She looked at him.

“Okay, so I added that part.”

“Well, let’s see how it goes and you never know,” she grinned.

“This is going to be amazing.”

She laughed.

“You go first.”

Tommy picked the first card and smiled.

“What was your first impression of me?”

Brittany laughed.

“I thought you were an arrogant ass. I thought you were a jerk.”

“Nice,” he grinned. “It has more. How accurate do you now think it was? On which counts do you think you were totally wrong and on which were you right?”

She was quiet for a minute.

“Well, you can be arrogant, but that’s because you’re usually right. At least medically speaking. You aren’t an ass at all. I think overall, my assessment was a work in progress.”

He rolled his eyes and she grinned as she picked a card.

“My turn. What is your idea of a truly romantic evening?”

Tommy took a drink.


“Just sex?” she asked. “That’s not romantic.”

“You’re not allowed to question my answers,” he grinned and picked up a card.

He cleared his throat.

“If I promise not to get upset, can you tell me something that you’d like to change about me but don’t have the nerve to tell me?”

Brittany smiled.

“Nervous now?”

He shook his head.

“Nope. I’m perfect.”

She took a drink.

“Maybe you could tone down the arrogance?”

He grinned.

“You think it’s hot, come on.”

“No arguing the answers. Your turn,” she answered.

He took a card.

“Which three parts of my body are your personal favorites and why?”

She blushed.

“Seriously? We’ve been together for years, no blushing allowed,” he said and reached to stroke her cheek.

“Okay, so first and foremost, your chest. I think we know that.”

He laughed.


“Okay, so the other two would have to be your thighs and your hands.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“My thighs?”

“Yeah. When you are walking around and you have nothing on but your shorts, your thighs are just the sexiest things. I also love when we’re in the tub and my back is against your chest and I run my hands over your thighs. It’s incredibly erotic.”

He cleared his throat.

“Duly noted.”

She picked a card.

“Oh, this one is good. Apart from the most obvious one, which other two areas of your body are the most sensitive and responsive?”

He was quiet for a minute.

“My chest and I think under my arms.”

“Your armpits?” she asked.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Good to know,” she said and winked at him. “Your turn.”

“Okay, a two part question again. What has been the best decision you ever made and what is the decision you regret the most?”

She took a drink.

“Best decision I ever made was letting you into my life. I think the one I regret the most is probably hiding after my attack.”

He reached out and squeezed her hand.

“I’m just saying. I should have done things differently.”

“I don’t agree, but that’s not the point of this interview.”

She leaned in and kissed him.

“Okay, my turn,” she said as she kissed him again and then picked a card.

“Your secret sexual fantasy has to be…”

He shook his head.

“Pick a different one.”

“No, I want to know,” she said and smiled.

He chewed on his lip.

“I would like to role play.”

She grinned.

“Really? As what?”

“I think that’s for after the interview.”

She blinked and he smiled.

“I promise, I’ll tell you. Now my question.”

She watched his face as he read the question and he frowned.

“What does it say?”

“It’s stupid.”

“Tommy, come on,” she smiled. “It’s okay.”

He sighed. “If our relationship doesn’t work out, do you think we can remain friends? If no, why not?”

She reached to his hand and took it.

“No way. If I couldn’t do this,” she ran her hands over his chest. “Or this,” she moved her hands to his thighs and ran her fingers over his muscles. “Or this,” she moved to kiss him aggressively. “Then I couldn’t be near you.”

He tried to calm his breathing and then smiled.

“So it’s all physical?”

She grinned.

“Right now it is,” she said.

“Can we be done with this?” he asked.

“Oh yes,” she smiled and he stood up, reaching for her.

“Happy anniversary my love,” she said softly.

“Happy anniversary,” he grinned as he gathered her in his arms. “Now onto that role playing idea.”

She laughed as he carried her to the bedroom.



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