First Contact – A Consent Story [MF] – Part 1

“I had a really nice time tonight,” I said, standing, a bit awkwardly in the kitchen of Dani’s apartment.

“I really did too!” Her smile crinkled her eyes when she said it, and I believed her.

“I’m really sorry about the band. It’s usually a pretty chill bar and I wanted to make sure we went somewhere we could talk.”

“It’s really ok! I love shouting answers over bad 90s covers,” she laughed.

“Sounds like I really nailed it then.” I could feel my heart beating harder as I grinned back at her.

“You really did. It’s like you know me already!” she said, still laughing. I didn’t know her, or, at least not much. Mutual friends had set us up.

“You’ll love her!” They had told me. “She’s so sweet and she’s really funny. I think she’ll laugh at your jokes and you can fall in love.” I’d laughed with them, but inside I was a nervous wreck. But, they’d been right. When I’d picked up Dani outside her apartment, I had been completely anxious. My friends had shared pictures of her with me, so I had an idea of how pretty she was, but, seeing her in her yellow cocktail dress and white stockings with her neck-length blonde hair held back by two butterfly hair clips, I’d gone a bit weak. She had a little nose ring and her nails matched her dress.

I’d felt shabby in my blue button-down and slacks, like business-casual Friday at a local bank. But she hadn’t seemed to mind. She’d looped her arm through mine and we’d walked and talked. And we didn’t stop talking. No awkward lulls, even yelling over half-baked Pearl Jam and Dave Matthews covers, we’d kept the conversation going. She was warm and funny and she had, as promised, laughed at all of my jokes. It had made me feel smart, clever, and more than a little brave. When I’d walked her home, she’d invited me in casually, like it had been pre-arranged. Heart pounding, I’d agreed.

“Thanks for inviting me in,” I said.

“Of course, can I get you a bee-“

“Can I kiss you?” It came out in a rush, my words cutting off her question. All of my awkwardness deciding that this was the moment to shine.

She looked up, halfway to the fridge and held my gaze for a second.“Yes, I’d really like that.”

I wanted to sprint to her, to charge like some manic rhino. But I didn’t. I made myself walk slowly and deliberately towards her, eyes on hers. No sudden movements. “Don’t startle the deer,” thrumming like a mantra in my brain.

She lifted her head as I bent down, our lips brushing. Her mouth was as soft as the kiss, tasting, distantly, like strawberries. I could feel the tacky pull of her lip gloss as we separated staring at each other.

Another gentle kiss, and then, less gentle. She opened her mouth and I followed suit, a tentative flick of my tongue across her bottom lip. An answering lick from her. My hand was alongside her face now, cupping it gently. She had one hand on my chest, the other gently around my waist.

“Wow,” I leaned back to whisper. “That was…”

But she followed my mouth with hers before I could finish. The kisses deeper, hungrier. Our tongues dancing. My other hand going to her waist.

“Can I, can I kiss your neck, Dani?” I asked, gasping a bit.

“Yes, Nathan,” she whispered, my name for hers. It was intimate and intense, at once.I kissed down her neck. She moaned softly, barely audible, her head bent back and to the side. Granting my mouth access.

“Will you bite my neck a little,” she asked, breathy, “please?”

I did, and her moan was more clear now. My one hand up the back of her neck, fingers in her hair, my other hand stationary on her waist.I groaned.

“Can I touch your legs, is that ok?”

“Yes, I want you to touch my legs, but carefully, they are really ticklish,” she giggled into my ear.

I bent over, taking her mouth in mine again, the hand on her waist now down by her knee, slowly sliding my fingers up the outside of her thigh. She groaned into my kiss.

“Can I put my hand on your ass?” she asked suddenly.

“Yes,” it was a whisper, and I felt the small hand around my waist slide down to grasp my ass through my slacks.

“Nice!” she said.

“Thank you!” I answered, “and, as long as we’re on the subject of ass touching, can I touch yours.”

“Ohh yes! Such a gentleman to ask.”

“That’s me, through and through, a gentleman.”

“I hope not too gentle,” she laughed and then gasped when my hand slid up her dress, firmly grabbing her. I pulled her tighter towards me. I could feel the outline of her panties, frilled on around the edge, through her white stockings. Her ass was soft, but I could feel the lean muscle just below the surface pull taut as she pressed herself to me.

Our mouths coming apart only to moan or talk, we kissed for a long time. Our hands running over each other’s legs, asses, and backs. She smelled like vanilla.

Pulling back, she said, focused, “I like how you’re asking me for permission. It makes me feel safe and it’s…intense.”

“I like the way you tell me yes.”

“Mmmm,” she said, “I want to say yes to you.

Our mouths, meeting again, desperate, I managed to ask, “Can I touch you here?”

She moaned a drawn out, “Yessss!” as I slid my hand around to the front of her panties. Gently rubbing, I was shocked to feel a wetness there between her legs. Leaning back, she spread her legs a bit for me, the front of her dress bunched around my forearm.

“That feels so good, baby, keep rubbing me like that.”

“You like that, huh?” I asked, growing even bolder, “you’re already wet for me.”

She laughed, “I was already wet when you walked in the door.”

I groaned, my mouth finding hers again, my fingers feeling her hard clit through her stockings and panties.

“Can I… can I touch you here?” She asked, her small hand rubbing down my belly and then down over my cock.

“Yess” I gasped into her mouth as she gripped me firmly. We stood like that for minutes, hours, seconds. Time was irrelevant. Everything was now, and now again, and now. She massaged me through my pants and I rubbed her through her panties, our mouths locked together, our moans intermingled.

“Will you take me to my room?” she asked.

“Take me there.”

We let our hands drop and she took mine in hers, pulling me behind her. I noticed one of her hair clips had loosened, and she had strands of hair spilling down her cheek, pale blonde against a flushed pink.

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