The first time they were at her apartment. After a second date. This was faster then normal but hell, people know when they have with each other, and she wanted with him. She thought he felt the same way about her, but then…well, let's set the scene first. They were on her couch, the wine on the coffee table barely touched, and his fingers were digging into the of her back while she explored his mouth with her tongue. It exciting to find that he knew how to use his lips and that his tongue listened to hers. She listened to his, too, and its directions were clear and direct. As he let his weight fall onto her, she could feel that he aroused. He practically about to burst through his jeans. His erection trapped in there must be downright painful, she thought, and she actually imagined it tearing through his pants; it cartoonish and she nearly laughed, but the image of its sudden entrance into the space between them, its dramatic thrust into her mind's eye, also sexy as hell and she felt herself getting wet. His other hand up her shirt now, enjoying her skin and the lines her ribs drew to her breasts. His fingers traced the barrier that her bra, while his first hand pulled her closer to him. Then his goddamn cellphone rang. Ah Sory , he whispered, and he answered it. He managed a bussines, she didnt remember the details, it only a second date, after all–and the call had to do with wor He sat there, on her couch, one hand holding the phone, the other cruelly caressing her thigh. And he talked, that bastard, a good five minutes, putting out a figurative fire while she considered making decaf watering her plants. She watched the bulge in his pants deflate a . And then completely. He finally hung up, apologized (it an emergency), told her he had had fun, and left the apartment.Want to know how it end the story??? Come i will tell you the end!!!