Really the only surprise was that I had a mortar and pestle nestled amongst the coffee cups. It made a weirdly soothing sound as the last clumps were reduced to a fine powder that I eventually transferred to a counter scale. Comparing the weight to my scrawled calculations, then checking again I grunted in satisfaction. Looking up I found her watching me, curled atop her stool as if she meant to flee even as excitement danced in her eyes. Apparently having lost herself in observing my work it took her a moment to notice the shift in my attentions.
"Sure about this?" I asked again.
She smiled in a manner undoubtedly meant to be reassuring but was instead a twisted combination of manic excitement and jittering nerves, "I am, I want you to be free to do anything."
Her delicious relish at the last word plucked my lips into my own smile as I carefully slid the powder into the juice and began to stir. Her hands shook as I handed her the cup but before I could say anything she downed the entire thing. Grimacing and sticking out her tongue I laughed at the obvious answer to my question on the taste of the concoction and took back the glass. Cleaning up was easy and quick but I noticed a little vacancy settling on her features as I finished. Still the kiss she gave me was fierce and her step as I lead her to the couch bouncy. Settling onto my lap she curled against my chest, leaning into me as I stroke her hair while I consider what would come next.
I didn't have long to wait. First she still against me. Her breathing deep and regular as she nuzzled deeper into my warmth. Not changing at all as I cradled her and stood. She was completely out.
Carefully placing her down on the bed I slowly peeled away the thin shirt and shorts that were the only thing she wore. Exposing skin as brilliant as marble in the moonlight, and as fine an example of beauty as any statue. But unlike a statue she was warm, and so very soft beneath my caressing fingers. There was a satisfying crack as an imprint of my hand appeared on her ass. A stark red mark that failed to produce anything more than some nonsensical mumbling.
Grinning evily I nearly ran to the kitchen to retrieve the last few things I needed. Foremost amongst them my growler. Over a foot long, four inches wide and as phallic shaped as a tourist kitsch shop could get while still remaining "family" friendly it was an impressive beer container though not something to drink from in polite company. It was also delightfully cold to the touch. Making her shiver as I shifted her into position.
Safely wedged on her side between pillows to stop her rolling over I took a moment to tie her hair back away from her face. Next I tucked the blankets gently around her and checked to make sure the gatorade bottles were on the bedside table and easily in reach. Stopping only to retrieve my growler and kiss her forehead I went back out to the living room.
Droping onto the couch I took a sip of beer before putting on my headset and picking up the controller, "Hey guys."
A confused gabble of voices eventually resolved itself into a single question, "Wasn't it date night."
"It was but she dozed off." I answered truthfully, "But before she did she said I could do anything I wanted."
