Sunday Photo Fiction – The Right to Choose


Renee leaned against the wall outside the back of Olive Garden next to her parked Honda wading in multicoloured leaves. Keith leaned next to her his thumb stroking her cheek imploringly as he brushed kisses against her forehead. 

Renee didn’t know Keith that well but she liked him. She found him extremely attractive and liked his extroverted personality. He had told so many hilarious stories over a tasty dinner that she found herself addicted to his charm.

But issues evolved after dinner as Keith tried to convince Renee to come home to bed with him. 

” I really want you Renee. You’re so beautiful and we get along so good. You’re sexy and we could have so much fun together in bed. Come home with me. . . ” Keith implored Renee.

” It’s just that I don’t really know you that well, ” said Renee.

“You will know me,” grinned Keith.

Renee was not a prude but she liked to take the time to get to know a guy and for him to know her. She needed to be able to trust them, that they weren’t going to not call back or talk to her again after she slept with them. She debated going home with Keith. But was she giving up her right to choose if she did? Would she be called a slut, called easy if she did. Would she see  Keith again if she said no? 

The leaves continued to blow and the couple stood together both fighting for what they wanted.

  
Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting! 

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