The First Date

The First Date

Finally, we managed to get our first date!  I asked him if he played pool and confessed that I wasn’t going to take it easy on him, first date or not.  Ha!  His business was slow and he was in a financial crunch but, mine was doing great and I REALLY wanted the date so, I told him I’d pay.  He reluctantly agreed.  We were discussing where we would go and I asked him to take me somewhere I’d never been, which would have to be out of the area because I’d been to all the bars around there.  In reality, I didn’t want to take a chance on my boyfriend or someone he knew (he worked in a bar) to see me out with Sparkles.  We decided it would be best anyway so that we didn’t run the risk of someone The Salesman knew spotting us and possibly reporting back.  Being fired and homeless had happened to me before and I really didn’t want a repeat.

So, we made plans to meet at my parent’s house.  We separately made up excuses to be out of the house on a Friday night.  We had a lot of jokes going about him picking me up for a date at my parent’s house like we were in high school.  My parents were having a lot of fun with this, too.  We all rolled with it.  I even told Sparkles to make SURE to hug my mom and to CALL her mom, when he met her… My mother gets uncomfortable when strangers hug her.  I find it hilarious!  He thought it was hilarious too and agreed.

After I got off the clock, I drove to my mom’s and got ready.  I was excited!  My mom and I bonded over me gushing over him while I was getting ready for “our first date”.    The bell rang!  He’s here!  I let my mom answer the door so I could “make an entrance”.  My stepdad had threatened not to let me go out with him if he honked the horn instead of coming to the door, but he passed the first test.  Well, he got self-conscious and didn’t hug her, but he was very polite to her and my step dad.  They shook hands, every one smiled and made small talk.  I rushed it a bit so I could get out the door and have him alone, at least for the drive.

We went to a mexican restaurant he loved; his comfort food.  He held the door to his truck open for me; he passed the second test.  When we arrived, there wasn’t any parking and he had to park on a side street.  I pretended to be taking too long to look for something in my purse in hopes that he’d come around and open my door.  It worked. He opened the door and stood in the doorway.  I swung my legs around and stopped at the edge of the seat.  I was flirting.  I was in a long, white skirt.  He took a “casual” step toward me and I reached out for his waist.  He swayed his hips toward me, welcoming it.  I hooked a finger in either side of his belt loops, opened my legs and firmly pulled his hips between my thighs.  He let out a low grown.  I breathed on his neck, he ran his hands from my knees, up my thighs and wrapped around my back, up my shoulders.  I wrapped my legs around him and he pulled his hips back, forcing me closer to the edge of the seat before returning his hips to my thighs, but closer.  I could feel his hardness on my inner thigh and I threw my head back.  He left passionate kisses on all the exposed parts of my neck and chest, with his hands on my shoulders, pulling me closer.  Time stood still.  Everything felt surreal and I was completely lost with him against me.  We snapped out of it and went inside.  We were both weak kneed and a little dizzy.  We definitely had chemistry. We got a seat in the restaurant and I ordered us Cosmos… I thought it’d be funny to tease him about having a pink drink.  The food was amazing and we had a wonderful time.  He never stopped looking at me with his big, brown eyes.  I have a thing for exotic, mixed men.

I paid for dinner and we headed to the bar for some one-on-one pool.  I ordered drinks and  got a handful of quarters.  We were shooting Jager bombs and bullshitting about the game.  I was really nervous so I wasn’t shooting for shit… Until the alcohol kicked in.  It really didn’t matter because I was completely distracted.  Since my shooting skills weren’t winning on their own, I waited for his turn to shoot and leaned seductively over the pocket he was aiming for.  My low cut shirt did the rest.  He missed.  And blushed.  He was on the other side of the table before I could stand back up.  He spun me around, cradled me in his arms, leaned me back onto the pool table, and kissed me deeply and passionately.  It was one of the few times I didn’t care if I won or lost a game of pool.  I mean, I was slightly embarrassed that it looked like I’d been lying about how well I really played but, I was okay that he felt good about winning.

Both of us were walking on a euphoric cloud but, it was time to leave and we had to plan it out so as not to be caught.  We decided he would go home first and I would get home later.  I told him I’d just go hit up a local bar and play some pool with friends… Apparently, I needed the practice.  We kissed good-night and parted ways.  I went to the bar and played pool with my boyfriend and my game was back.  So, it WAS nerves… and distraction.  I decided I’d rather be spending time with Sparkles, so I stopped torturing myself, kissed First Guy goodnight, thanked everyone for the drinks, and went home.

I got back to the house and The Salesman was sitting outside, smoking.  He was high and very chatty.  I tried to rush him without being obvious so I could get up the stairs to steal a few more moments of first date euphoria with that sexy man upstairs.  It wasn’t working so, I finally let out a huge yawn and made my escape up the stairs.

I brushed my teeth, changed into the Brazil shirt I stole from him and a pair of teeny white pajama shorts with blue flowers on them.  I decided the shorts were enough of a barrier to appear that I wasn’t just going in there for sex (I hadn’t completely decided) but, kinda had that girl-next-door sexy feel.  I text him that I wasn’t sleepy.  He text back, “Come here.”  I did.  I slipped through the bathrooms as he had done and noticed he’d left his door slightly ajar.  I took a breath and tiptoed in… one hip at a time.  His eyes were on me.  His expression made me feel the sexiest I ever felt and I was wearing a t-shirt.  His jaw was set and there was hunger in his eyes.  I whispered, “I hope you know you’re never getting this shirt back.  It’s mine.  I’ve stolen it.” and he invited me into his bed.  I pretended-I-didn’t-mean-to-be-seductively crawled into his bed toward him and leaned against his open arms.  He was wearing a white t-shirt and… Well, I don’t know… Boxers?  Gym shorts?  I never saw them.  We snuggled into each others arms and I realized we were a PERFECT fit.  I’d never felt more loved, more comfortable, and more safe than I did at that exact moment.  We stayed that way, tangled in each other and slept.  I never slept more peacefully.  In the morning, we woke at the same time and realized neither of us had moved the entire night.

The next night, I slipped on the same shirt he let me borrow but only wore panties underneath.  It took him a total of about 6 seconds of me crawling into his bed before he noticed.  As soon as I curled up to him, his hand found my ankle and slowly ran up my leg until his fingers found my panties.  He let out a low growl and said, “I’m done.”  I laughed and said, “You better not be!”  He said, “I was hoping you’d say that.” and made his move.  He tucked his finger inside the leg of my panties and ran his finger around the band until he was between my legs.  I could feel him exploring me with his finger and I was more turned on than ever.  I squirmed as if aching for more and he breathed on my neck.  I closed my eyes and arched back, moving toward his finger as he slipped inside.  I couldn’t believe it; I was coming within seconds.  That had never happened before.  He slipped off my panties and trailed his lips down my body in one move until his tongue was between my legs.  I gasped for air. There was nothing he could ever do to me to make me not feel that longing.  Even now, as I write, I ache to feel that again but, I know I never will.  I came again.  He didn’t stop.  I was crawling backward towards the wall and his tongue followed.  I tried not to scream in ecstasy.  It was too much.  I wanted more and I wanted him to stop at the same time.  I was overwhelmed with orgasms.  “Get….. The condom.” I said between breaths.  He crawled across the bed and grabbed one.  He opened it and handed it to me.  I thought, “Ugh. Really? *I* have to put it on?”  I detest getting the oils on my hands; that should be the guy’s job (I know, I know, I’m such a princess about it).  I bit my tongue did the deed… As I was rolling the condom down his shaft, I took a moment to admire it and let out a quiet moan but, I was on a mission.  I laid back down and he was between my legs in moments.  He slowly slipped deep inside me and both of our heads went back as we let out a rush of air.  It was hard to be quiet.  We caught each others’ gaze as he slowly moved in and out and I rolled my hips to match his movements.  Then, our primal instincts completely kicked in.  I sunk my fingers in to his back and pulled him to me.  He began thrusting harder and faster.  My heels were digging into his thighs; I couldn’t get enough of how amazing he felt.  I don’t know how long it lasted but there were no complaints.  We were exhausted by the time we collapsed on the bed.  That was intense.

He laid on his back, staring at the ceiling and very seriously said, “I need to tell you something.”  I looked at him.  He said, “I have AIDS.” and glanced at me out of the corner of his eye.  I replied, “I remember the first time I got AIDS.”  We laughed for about 15 minutes.  I didn’t tell him that I’d pulled that prank before with Barbie and I’d just repeated his line.  Why ruin it?

 

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