As promised Kyle went to pick Quinn up from her and her roommates’ house at 7:30 on the dot. Since they exchanged numbers last night, she had probably sent upwards of 40 messages. Most were memes or some variation of the heart emoji. Kyle hardly replied. He was actually starting to second guess the whole thing when he heard his car door open.
“Good evening, lover!” Quinn greeted him cheerfully.
Kyle forced himself to smile, “Hey Quinn.”
She decided to show up to their date in loose fuzzy-cotton plaid pajama bottoms, and a tight-fitting faded Wonder-Woman t-shirt. Her hair was brushed back and pulled into a long french-braid. She looked cheery and cute, but it obvious she wasn’t really trying to impress. Kyle wore a simple pair of jeans and a polo shirt, it wasn’t dressy by any means but he still felt it was more effort than she afforded him.
Kyle started the car, and Quinn latched around his free arm, pulling his hand onto her thigh and nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder, “You’re so amazing,” she whispered.
Kyle sighed, it all felt so wrong.
On their drive to the coffee shop, Quinn prattled on and on about some video game she and the *girls* were playing. She didn’t seem to even notice that Kyle hadn’t said a word.
When they arrived Kyle asked her to get them a seat while he parked, and she happily obliged. It was only when she exited the car and walked toward the coffee shop did the tension in his neck finally release.
Watching her walk away instantly caused his cock to swell. Quinn’s ass was undeniably fat. Even her pajama bottoms hugged the curve of her ass. A good portion of the fabric was swallowed up between her ass cheeks, accenting its perfect shape as she walked. He found himself mesmerized. After a few short seconds, she disappeared behind the coffee shop doors.
Kyle parked, cursing himself, knowing that he had to break it off with her. They weren’t really compatible, and besides, he would’ve been graduating soon. He already had several interviews lined up, some of which were out of the state. They would never be able to make anything long-distance work.
Before Kyle had any really real time to think he realized his feet had carried him to the coffee shop’s doors. Quinn was sitting at a table towards the end of a long line of tables, with a white ceramic mug already in hand. It was a nice coffee shop, the music was relaxing. The seating was generously spaced. There were only a few customers milling about. It was a comfortable environment, the perfect place to let Quinn down easy.
He walked up to the table and eased himself into the seat across from Quinn.
Quinn smiled brightly, “Took you long enough,” she teased.
Kyle swallowed hard, “I’m not sure we should actually date…” he confessed.
Within an instant Quinn’s smile faded, her chin trembled, her face scrunched up and fat mascara-tinted tears came streaming down her cheeks.
“What I mean is, I just don’t want to put a label on it just yet…” Kyle quickly corrected without thinking over the consequences.
“I’m… so,” she took a shallow breath and began to laugh, “—SO happy…” she finished, giggling paradoxically through her tears.
Watching Quinn cry left his stomach feeling a bit hollow, but he couldn’t pretend to be interested forever. Quinn was devastatingly cute, and her ass was literally the most amazing thing he’d ever seen, but she was annoyingly clingy and she had the personality of a thirteen-year-old boy.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Kyle asked.
“Yeah, dude,” she answered through interspersing sobs and giggles, “labels are fucking stupid anyways…” She agreed.
“Yeah, I think you get it,” he replied, honestly a little unsure what he even meant by the statement.
Quinn took a quick sip of her coffee, “I mean… I did give you my asshole… Like before our very first date. I didn’t think that we going to, like get married tomorrow.” It sounded like a sincere statement, but the way she said it, it almost sounded sarcastic.
The reel of their first time together played thru his head on loop. He couldn’t get the image of her pouting lips wrapped around his filthy cock, out of his head. His cock stiffened just thinking about it. Then he said something he never really intended to say, “Speaking of which…” He paused to measure his words carefully, “I think that should be our thing…”
“What? Anal?” She asked sounding a bit bewildered.
“Well, yeah…” Kyle answered.
“So, you don’t plan on ever putting it in my…” Her voice dropped to whisper, “pussy?”
Kyle swallowed the hard lump growing in his throat, “well not EVER…” Kyle tried to clarify.
“Mm-hmm,” Quinn sniffled, “okay, okay…” she took a trembling breath while wiping her nose and tear-streaked cheeks with the back of her wrist.
She composed herself and began to fan her face with her hand, “Yeah, that sounds amazing…” Her breathing was shallow and he could see her cheeks were turning red, “you know, I don’t even think I like regular sex all that much,” she said with an obvious facade of bravado.
“Really?” Kyle asked somewhat astonished it was that easy to convince her.
“Vaginal sex is for —pussies, anyway,” she quipped, before laughing at her own joke.
Kyle was starting to feel a little selfish, but if he was honestly going to keep *dating* Quinn he wanted more, “Well, it’s not just that… But right now, I like our dynamic.”
Quinn gave him an awkward toothy grin, “Our dynamic?” She repeated, “like, everything WE did yesterday… You wanna keep doing, all of that?”
Kyle nodded, “I mean… You could always just say no, Quinn.”
Quinn’s pretty emerald green eyes seemed to glaze over staring at nothing in particular. There was a long awkward silence, long enough that he was expecting some kind of outburst.
Kyle’s mind raced, he was about mutter a quick apology and leave when she finally spoke up.
She slumped forward placing her elbow on the table and cradled her chin with her hand, “that was pretty degrading… yeah,” she said, and then nodded in agreement with her own statement. “You like that? You like…” She looked around the coffee shop and began to whisper, “making me… do… dirty things?”
“Yes?” Kyle asked feeling strangely guilty.
“Okay,” she answered quietly before taking another quick sip of coffee.
“Okay?” Kyle repeated feeling even more guilty.
“Yes, please… PLEASE… Oh my GOD… Please… Please, make me your dirty little anal cum dump…” she begged in a hushed raspy voice, breaking her confident charade. She cleared her throat, “I mean *pfft,* yeah, I’m down for whatever…” She added calmly.
Kyle’s heart was pounding, Quinn was truly something special. Maybe with a little guidance they could work something out.
“Quinn, one more thing?”
“Yes?” she asked.
“Please start wearing clothes an actually adult woman would wear.”
Quinn looked down her Wonder Woman t-shirt and frowned. She genuinely seemed hurt, “like what?”
“I don’t know… maybe something sexy, like a cute little skirt or something?”
Quinn pursed her mouth and gave him a contemplation nod, “like in public?”
Kyle narrowed his eyes, “of course.”
Quinn nodded gravely, he feared she may have misunderstood, but he didn’t bother to clarify. “Let’s talk about something else…”
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