The date was to be a lightweight Sunday-Fun-Day with plenty of flirting. The both of us had mad butterflys when I picked her up at her place, and all we could do is was say high and make out a little bit. As we drove the the eatery she put her hand on my lap, caressing and massaging it. It felt wonderful, too wonderful. I had to grab her hand because I was having trouble driving. I just told her that we will be doing a lot more of that later and that it was to much for me right then.
At the restaurant we were horribly behaved. Our hands were everywhere. Our legs were intermingled. We were all googly eyed. We would whisper sweet nothings into each others ears then nibble it a little. I know nearly everyone who noticed either nodded in approval or more likely roll their eyes at us. We didn’t fucking care. You only have first dates once, and besides we were in a very ‘friendly’ town. Brunch was amazing, and we did all of the stupid things. We fed each other, ate off of each others plates… We sat at the bar and the tender was cool and got a kick out of us, It helps that I know her. She was good enough to chime in with “ok you two” when she saw us get too close to the line, like when I was cleaning some egg yolk off one of her fingertips. I dropped an extra twenty in her gratuity for her hospitality.