Thread: The Reality of Dichotomies (Whispered Desire & Tyr)

Becca and Paul were standing so close together now that it wasn't even the fact that the place was crowded that kept them in that position, but rather that Paul's strong fingers had moved down to linger at the very rise of her well toned ass. Suddenly, Becca was grateful that she worked out frequently on top of her job keeping her busy had helped to maintain that supple firm figure of hers. They were actually so close now that Becca could feel his warm breath upon her when he spoke and she could see into those steely eyes with much more clarity now than before. The way that they twinkled allowed her to suspect that he was enjoying this entire situation as much as she was. And Becca truly was enjoying this more than she'd ever have imagined. Steven would have never been caught dead in a bar with her, let alone touch her in public other than to hold her hand or walk with his arm around her. The very fact that Paul's fingers played at the top of her ass stirred something inside of Becca and she immediately found herself secretly wishing that his question would be hard enough for her to not have the correct answer. Her wish would soon come true as Paul asked the question, right after she realized that she had fucked up and it was her turn to ask the question. But, she'd already told him that it was his turn so she'd have no choice but to continue with the pursuit. Without realizing it that delicate pink tongue would slightly lick her lips as though they had suddenly become dry when in reality it was the mere thought of giving someone a blow job again, something she'd always enjoyed and Steven just would have no parts of. She all but squirmed in those painted on jeans at the idea alone. When Paul's query came she would stare at him for just a second, those green eyes trying to discern the meaning of his question. The way he had worded it seemed a bit unclear to her but rather than appearing stupid to him, she went with her gut instinct. Although she would love to win the bet and get to go for a ride with the extremely hunky biker, the thought of sucking what lay beneath those form fitting jeans of his wasn't displeasing to her either. Good question she said, picking up her drink and taking just a small sip of it buying herself some time to think about it before setting the still almost half full glass down. It hadn't been a part of the topic she'd really dedicated much time reading about but she remembered something about High Ti, Low Ti, and VLT having something to do with it. At that point there was little she could do but pick one and although she wanted to say High Ti, she decided to go with what was probably the answer if for no other reason than she simply wanted to know what Paul had under those tight jeans. Once again she found herself leaning upwards towards the bikers ear, this time so close that she was almost pressing her lithe form to his as her warm breath would undoubtedly wash over his neck right below his ear. I'm not positive, but I believe the correct answer would be VLT. The way she said it left no room for doubt that she simply wasn't certain if she had understood the question correctly, or that she'd even got it correct. Low ti?