First Date (Chapter 1 Part 2)

I dabbed at my lips with my napkin after my last bite of dinner. I felt like we’d done more talking than eating; we loved the same music, the same tv shows, and as it turns out grew up about a fifteen minute drive from one another. I had steak, which was so good that I let out an involuntary *mmmmm* when I tasted the first bite. Catching myself, I looked at Evan; his expression left me with no doubt about what was going on in his mind that moment. I’m pretty sure I turned redder than my dress, though admittedly not just from embarrassment. From that moment onwards, I felt myself loosen up; I made more risqué jokes, reaching over and touching his arm when he made me laugh.

“Do you wanna go grab a drink somewhere?” Evan said.

“I’d love to,” I replied. I *really* wanted to, and before I knew it I was continuing “I’ve got a nice bottle of wine at my place actually.”

“Well that sounds great,” he said with a smile.

We put on our coats, and went to leave the restaurant.

“Um, what about the bill?” I said.

“Oh, I took care of that when you went to the bathroom,” he said.

He was winning me over more with every passing moment.

“I only live like a block from here actually. It’s a nice night, do you wanna walk?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said. He reached out and took my hand. “Lead the way.”

We walked hand in hand for ten minutes or so, until we arrived at the door of my building. I let us in, and we got into the elevator.

“I’m on the sixth floor,” I said. At this point I was vibrating with excitement, I couldn’t wait to get alone with him.

“Wow, you must have a great view of the river then,” he said.

“It’s actually super nice in the evenings at this time of year. My living room window looks right out on it, it somehow feels really public and really private at the same time,” I replied.

A few moments later I was closing my apartment door behind us. We looked at each other for a few seconds, and in what felt like one simultaneous movement we moved together and I felt his lips on mine. He put his hands on my hips, and I put my arms around his neck, and we pulled each other close together. His kiss was firm but soft. I could smell his cologne, and felt the warmth of his body coming through his clothes. I moaned a little from the catharsis of it.

“I’ve been waiting to do that all night,” he said, looking into my eyes as we broke away.

“Me too,” I said back to him.

“Do you wanna grab a seat on the couch? I’ll grab the wine and some glasses.”

“Perfect,” he said.

At this point I felt pretty sure we were both just pretending to be interested in drinks. I could feel the warmth between my legs more than ever, and a longing, familiar, *empty* sensation.

I grabbed two glasses, and a bottle of red wine my roommate had given me to congratulate me on my new job the week before. I took them into the living room and Evan was sitting on the couch. Somehow he looked simultaneously relaxed and strong, at ease and yet exuding a feeling of being in control.

“This is a really nice place. Do you live alone?” He asked.

“It’s me and my roommate, she’s gone to visit her parents this weekend,” I said, not even trying to hide my delight that we had the place to ourselves.

“Oh cool,” he said, as I poured us a glass each, and handed one to him.

“To the start of something great,” he said, raising his glass for me to toast.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I clinked my glass against his, and as soon we each took a sip, I reached over and took his glass from him. I set them on the coffee table, then stared into his eyes and moved in to kiss him again. I pushed him back into the couch, already much less restrained than we had been when we first kissed a few minutes before. I straddled his lap, and felt his hands gripping me harder as I felt his tongue enter my mouth.

I moaned a little, and he broke away for a second.

“I’m glad it’s not just steak that gets that kind of reaction from you,” he said. I couldn’t help but laugh for a second, before he pulled me back and we continued.

His hands worked their way up my sides, reaching my shoulders, and then running down the bare skin of my arms. He reached behind me and I felt him pulling down the zip of my dress. I figured I’d skip the fumbling, so I stood up and finished the job for him. Suddenly I was standing in front of him wearing just a bra and panties. He was surveying me, I watched his gaze start at my long brown hair, move down to my breasts in my lacy black bra, then down over my stomach, my black panties and finally my legs. I’d been spending a lot of time in the gym over the past year, so for once I was pretty happy with my body. My legs and tummy were pretty toned, and I could see that he liked that. He didn’t take long to follow suit, standing up and pulling off his shirt, dropping his pants and kicking off his shoes. His body was perfect. His skin was a lot darker than mine, but he didn’t have a tonne of body hair. His arms were defined, and his chest and stomach looked great, with just enough definition that his muscles caught the light and popped. I practically leapt on him.

The feeling of his skin against mine drove me crazy. I pushed him down so he was lying on the couch, and I found myself grinding on top of him, almost uncontrollably, as we made out. I knew I’d already soaked through my panties, and I could feel his dick hardening inside his underwear. I pushed myself against him harder and holy shit I already wanted to cum so badly.

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