0 comments/ 9534 views/ 0 favorites The First Date By: juneangel62672 She smiled as he walked up the path to the front door. She could see him out her front window. The doorbell rang and she answered it trying not to look too eager. She was so happy to see him. It had taken them forever to get to this point. Months and months of conversation that led to this first date, this time alone to really get to know one another. His breath caught in his throat as she answered the door. So beautiful, so amazing. She wasn't what most men would find attractive. Overweight, very self-conscious, but he found her beyond attractive. She was one of the best friends he had and he desperately wanted to know more about her, to see her outside of their normal setting. He wanted to take her to bed and show her that society was so so wrong about what attractive was. She kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for the flowers. Roses in pink and yellow sat in a vase on the mantle. He hugged her and told her she smelled wonderful. She smiled and thanked him, glad that she had broken out the bottle of expensive perfume that evening. She grabbed her shawl and her purse and followed him out to his truck. The chatted in their usual fashion on the way to the restaurant. Both thinking of what could be that evening. The restaurant he had picked was on the water, something they both agreed was a preference. He had reserved a table out on the deck so that they could watch the water as they ate. She smiled and kissed his cheek when she saw where they were sitting. She remarked on his choice and he told her that it was a subject of their conversations and it seemed appropriate for this evening. They ate in the warm summer air, the breeze blowing the grass. No alcohol tonight so as to dull the senses. They talked and laughed and got to know each other beyond what was already there. They both felt that there would be more tonight than a kiss goodnight at her doorstep. She especially was anticipating what would happen after dessert. The check paid they left the restaurant, hand in hand. He drove them to the national park and they walked the nature trails. Hand and hand, smiling and standing close, watching the sunset over the river when they finally stopped at a clearing. It was then that she took initiative. She turned in his arms and kissed him fully. She savored the way his arms wrapped around her, holding her ever closer, pressing is arousal into her belly. He was surprised when she initiated the kiss. He wanted it to be special and slow, loving and gentle. He also knew her well enough to know that, though she had patience, the anticipation of something she wanted would eventually get the better of her until she took what she wanted. He didn't mind, he kissed her with passion and desire. Both evident in the bulge in his pants. She pulled back and smiled at him. Giggling at his expression of "Wow". She took his hand and they started back to the truck, knowing what was to come, both anticipating a night of loving. When they got to the truck,he made to open the door for her and instead pinned her against the door and thoroughly kissed her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him, moaning softly as he devoured her mouth. He broke the kiss and grinned, kissing the tip of her nose he let her into the truck. When they got back to her house, she turned the lights on low and led him to her bedroom. Standing beside her bed she folded herself into his arms, kissing him with pent up passion and need. Her hands roamed his back, tangled in his hair. He kissed her back with equal fervor, his hands working to undress her. She broke the kiss and slowly slid her dress off her shoulders, down her body, standing before him clad only in bra and panties. His breath caught, in his eyes she was a Madonna, the ethereal beauty of purity. He knew she wasn't but at this point this time she was his. His woman, standing before him in all her glory, unselfconscious, wanting and needing him. He gathered her up and layed her back on the bed, sliding her underclothes off. He slipped out of his own and stretched out beside her, tracing lazy patterns down her body with his fingers as he kissed her gently. She smiled and reached for him, touching him as he was touching her. Her breath caught as he bent and captured her nipple in his mouth. Sucking softly, his hand drifting lazy circles down her body until he reached the juncture of her legs. Lifting his head he smiled at her and stroked her clit before bending his head again to suckle at a nipple. Her body reacted instantly. She was already wet with desire but his touch sent a bolt of desire through her. She pulled his head in closer to her nipple, moaning in pleasure. Her hips gyrated in rhythm with his touch, trying to get him to touch her more. He kept teasing and it was driving her mad. He smiled to himself as he teased her to the peak of orgasm then backed of again. He could hear her moans and growls of pleasure and disappointment. He could feel her nails biting into him, desperate for the release that she wanted. He pulled his mouth from her nipples and bent to kiss her before positioning himself to taste her arousal. As he moved over her, she reached out to stroke the evidence of her desire for her. When his lips closed over her clit her body arched upwards and she cried out. It was all it took to extract that first release from her. Her body shook with pleasure. He ministred to her clit and lips, never stopping until she softly begged him. He withdrew his mouth from her and turned to kiss her. When he felt her release his heart soared. He knew that his passion for her was matched completely. When she begged him to stop he complied. He turned to kiss her and in the instant his tongue entered her mouth, he filled her to the core. Feeling her wrap around him, holding him inside of her moistness tight and hot. He moaned into her mouth and began to slide in and out of her. Slowly at first so as not to rush, until she begged again for him to allow her release and to cum along with her. She felt him slide inside and knew no other feeling. It felt right, a nice snug fit that fulfilled her every desire. He touched her everywhere inside and she was mad with the passion. His slow thrusts were driving her insane so she begged for their mutual release. He began pumping into her faster and harder at her urging, bringing her legs up over her shoulders. They both knew that it would not last long. As she started to gasp and cry out he let his head fall back and pumped his seed deep within her, feeling her clench in her own orgasm. She squeezed and milked every drop from him. When the pulsating subsided he fell on here, covering her body with his own kissing her neck. She sighed deeply, and felt the hot tears escape from the corners of her eyes. It had never been like that. The total release and the feeling of peace. She whispered these words in his ear and he looked at her, kissing the tears away. Telling her not to cry, he rolled off her and gathered her close, whispering words of love in her ear. He entreated her to rest, to fall asleep in his arms and feel safe. As she started to drift she smiled. She gave him one final look, one final smile and whispered "I love you" as she settled into his arms to rest with the angels, peaceful and happy at last. Holding her in his arms as she slept he too had never felt so peaceful. To have found such happiness in a friend was amazing. He too drifted off in the big bed, with a smile on his face. The First Date Finally, she was going to do it. She'd waited almost a year for him to become available, a very very long year. Now he was single and bringing over wine to go with her dinner. Krista checked her reflection in the mirror one last time, adjusting the long teardrop earrings so that they sparkled when the light caught them. She ran to the bathroom. Her hair was standing up in one spot, one very noticeable spot. It reminded her of Alfalfa from the Little Rascals. She dug under the sink, looking for her extra strength hairspray. Three minutes later, she still hadn't found the hairspray, but had found an ancient aluminum styling case decorated with a billion stickers. Frustrated, Krista tossed the case back under the sink and was satisfied to hear it thud against the sink pipe. She stood up and settled on water. Carefully, she dabbed water on the errant hairs, forcing them down. They popped back up. She stomped her foot hard against the floor, breaking the heel on her high-heeled sandals. Cursing, she stooped down and grabbed the heel. That's when she noticed the can of AquaNet on the floor next to the toilet. She sprayed her hair into place while dashing to the closet to replace the stupid broken shoe. The doorbell rang as she buckled the last strap into place. She smoothed her slacks down and went to the door. Krista unlocked the dead bolt and with a flourish yanked open the door. The door hit the extent of its chain and slammed back. She heard it connect with something, then Mitya cursed and something glass crashed on the hall floor. "Oh god," she mumbled, removing the chain and opening the door. Mitya stood, well sort of stood, on the other side. He was holding his face, particularly his nose. He was half stooped, blood dripping between his fingers. "I fink est brooken." He muttered to her. "Oh god, come in." Krista grabbed his arm, jerking him into the apartment. "Have a seat, I'll get you some ice." Carefully she filled a bag with ice and wrapped it in a hand towel. She also grabbed the roll of paper towels and rushed to him. This was not going as planned. She was supposed to feed him and then seduce him, not send him rushing to the emergency room with a broken nose. Mitya took the ice and paper towels. He held the ice to his nose. The bleeding was slowing. "I think you're burning dinner." He said to Krista as the pan on the stove boiled over. "Oh shit!" Krista rushed into the kitchen. It wasn't burnt, just very done. She placed the pan on the counter and turned to look at him. "I'm sorry, if you don't want to stay for dinner, I understand. I can take you to the hospital if you want." "No, it's ok. It's almost stopped. I don't think it's broken after all." Gingerly he removed the ice pack and touched it. It was sore, but he'd gotten worse from playing soccer. It would be all right. "If you're sure." Krista's heart was doing cartwheels in her chest. She couldn't believe he was going to stay. "I fixed Broiled Oysters for dinner." "Um, I'm allergic to shell fish." "Oh, I didn't know." Krista thought for a moment. "No matter, we'll just order something and have it delivered." "Pizza?" He asked sounding hopeful. Pizza was the last thing on Krista's mind. It wasn't very romantic and oysters were supposed to be an aphrodisiac, that's why she had fixed them. She didn't even really like oysters all that much. "Yeah, that's fine." She smiled at him but wanted to pull her hair out. Nothing was going right. "Are you sure you don't want to do this another time?" She half hoped that he would say yes. "Hey, don't worry about my nose. It's big and gets in the way." He joked. When it wasn't swollen and angry red, Krista thought his nose was pretty cute. "Look, why don't you order the pizza and I'll go clean up the glass from the hall." "Ok," Krista grabbed the phone book. She had no idea what kind of pizza to order or where to order it from. Finally, she settled for a chain restaurant and ordered a large with everything. This would allow them both to pick off the stuff they don't like while getting the stuff they do like. She thought it was a pretty good idea. Mitya came back in, the remains of the bottle carefully wrapped in the worthless hand towel. He tossed all of it into the trashcan and joined her in the living room. Krista searched for something to say but couldn't come up with anything. "Want to watch a movie? I rented the new Samuel L. Jackson movie." She offered. "Yeah, I haven't seen that yet." He moved next to her on the couch. Krista grabbed the box off the table. Her DVD player had broken the week before. She was stuck watching everything on VHS. The movie had just started when there was another knock on the door. "I'll get the pizza." She sprung from the couch, grabbing her wallet. "Don't injure him; he might not be as nice about it." Mitya called after her. "Ha ha," she replied moving into the tiny alcove that separated the living room from the entry way. After she had paid for the pizza she stood for a moment with her head against the door. She couldn't believe her bad luck tonight. Surely, pizza would make it all better. They could eat, have a beer and then... well she wasn't sure what would happen then. Better not to think about it. "Hey Krista, where'd you get this movie?" He yelled to her. "I rented it down the street." Great, now the tape's going to break, she thought, stifling a groan. She walked into the living room and only great reflexes kept her from dropping the box. On the screen were two very busty women and both were very naked except leather chaps. They took turns kissing each other and a man that was still fully dressed. The man was obviously not Samuel L. Jackson. To her horror, the man didn't stay dressed for more than a couple of seconds. Suddenly, he too was left wearing only chaps. "Maybe you should get a refund." Mitya shrugged, taking the box from her. "Wow, wonder how he got them in that position." He took a slice of pizza from the box and sat back down on her couch, cocking his head to one side. Krista had no choice; she sat down next to him and took a slice of pizza. Suddenly the prospect of getting Mitya in her bed seemed impossible. There was no way he was going to stay after this. They ate in complete silence, both of them glued to the TV as the three found new things to do to each other. Mitya turned to look at her. "Do you really want to sit here, eating pizza and watching porn?" He asked. Krista gave a very weak smile and closed her eyes. This was a complete disaster. She had no answer. One of the women gave a shriek. Mitya kissed her. It caught her completely off guard and she jerked from him. The moment she did it, she wished she hadn't. "Sorry, I didn't..." Mitya stood up. "No, it just surprised me." Krista stood up too. She took the remote and flipped off the TV. Mitya raised an eyebrow at her. "Kiss me again." Krista couldn't believe it. He had kissed her! She didn't know whether to faint or jump for joy, but felt like both were options. Mitya hooked his arm around her, pulling her to him. The kiss was long, deep, passionate. It left her knees weak. Eventually, she pulled away and began unbutton his shirt, kissing each section of newly exposed flesh. Then she couldn't move. "Krista?" Mitya asked, he started to step back. "No!" Krista screamed, "don't move, my earring is stuck on one of your buttons." "Do you need help?" Mitya gave a slight chuckle. He finished unbuttoning his shirt and gently slid out of it, making sure to keep himself still in the front. When he'd gotten out of it, he began untangling her earring. "This is such a disaster," Krista muttered. "Nah, there's still hope for it. See?" Mitya let his shirt fall to the floor. "Why don't you take those off before you get them hung again." Krista took the stupid dangly earrings out and tossed them on the table. One slid off onto the floor. Mitya bent down to grab it. "Don't, just leave it. It'll be fine there." She began kissing his chest again. Enjoying the feel of the light sprinkling of hair he had. With a quick flourish, he pulled her blouse up over her head and tossed it somewhere behind him. She knelt down, untying his shoe laces. He smiled as he kicked out of them. They landed somewhere near the dining room. Next he began undoing his jeans, the button gave way easily. As he pulled the zipper down, it hung. He jerked on it a few times, without any success. "It's stuck." He nearly yelled. Mitya couldn't believe his luck. Krista stared at him. "You're kidding, right?" "No, it's really stuck. Want to give me a hand?" As Krista knelt down, the power in her apartment went out. She fumbled in the dark. "I have candles," she said, this might work for the better. She busied herself with lighting candles in all the rooms as Mitya continued to jerk on his zipper. Krista returned in time to hear the ripping of fabric as the seams around the zipper gave way. Mitya let them fall to the floor as the lights came back on. The jeans had pooled on the floor revealing black boxers with smiley faces on them. Krista stifled a giggle, as the song "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" ran through her head. They looked ridiculous. Krista removed the smiling faces. "Sit down on the couch," she whispered. Mitya did as he was told. The TV blared to life. "...tion is a sin. But one that you can be forgiven, but sex with..." The Evangelist on TV screamed at them. The power outage had tripped something in the TV, causing the volume to go up. Mitya dug under himself until he found the remote and flipped it off. They both just sat for a moment, reveling in the silence. Krista noticed that somehow he was still excited. She was beginning to have second thoughts about this entire thing. "Bedroom," he nearly growled at her. When she didn't immediately respond, he kissed her. Then nimbly picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. Mitya gently tossed her on the bed and began work on removing her sandals. Krista lay back on the bed, letting his hands caress her legs as the first sandal came free. He tossed it in the general direction of the bathroom. Mitya cursed, then the second sandal gave a dull pop as it came free. Krista was pretty sure something had broken. That was two pairs of shoes that had gotten ruined this evening. She tried very hard not to care. His hands found his way to her waistband. It took him only a second to undo the button and pull them down off her hips. Her panties immediately followed, his fingers working deftly to remove the clingy material as she struggled from her bra. "Wait." Mitya stopped and moved away from her for a moment. "I think I hear water running." Krista listened for a moment, she didn't hear anything. "Must be the neighbors showering," she replied pulling him back to her. She flipped him over on his back and took top. She reached into the top drawer of the nightstand, producing a pair of handcuffs. "And what do you intend to do with those?" He asked. "There's a reason the headboard has bars," she smiled at him. She cuffed his hands above his head, wrapping the chain through the bars. He was secured. Gently she took a condom from the same drawer and slid it down over his excited member. Krista lowered herself onto him. Finally, she was there. Finally, Mitya was in her bed and at her complete mercy. The thought excited her. She moved faster on him, listening to his breathing increase, become shallower. The headboard began hitting the wall. Her neighbors would probably complain tomorrow, but she didn't care. Mitya moaned her name. She moved faster. The framed poster of Till Lindeman mounted over the bed fell, striking her on the head. She pitched forward, falling on Mitya, head butting him. His glasses slipped from his face. Krista rubbed the spot on her head. "Ok, don't panic, but I can't see and I think something is on fire." Mitya said, trying to sound calm. Krista tossed the frame from her body and looked over at the end table. Sure enough, a book was on fire. A candle had fallen on it. "Ahhh!" Krista climbed from the bed, grabbed a pillow and began beating at the flames. The pillow caught fire. The smoke detector began screaming. She ran to the bathroom, slipped on the floor. When she'd managed to regain her footing she threw the flaming pillow into the tub and turned on the water, there was almost no pressure. In the distance she could hear sirens. "Uh, Krista, could you uncuff me?" Mitya called from the other room. Krista turned, lost her footing again and slipped on the wet bathroom floor. She couldn't imagine why the floor was wet. She crawled out of the bathroom and to the nightstand. Her bedroom had a funny wet smoke smell to it. It stung her nostrils. The key wasn't there. She was sure the key had been right there. The book was now a charred ruin. The lamp shade was starting to look the same. She wondered how long it would take to put it out. The front door of her apartment crashed open. Within seconds, five people in full fire-fighter gear stood staring at her. "Ma'am we need to evacuate the building." One of them said as another grabbed the fire extinguisher next to the bed and started spraying the fire. "Um, yeah," Krista stood up. There was a loud cracking crumbling sound and the bathroom seemed to collapse. Water sprayed from the damaged lines all the way to her bedroom carpet. She was willing to bet she wouldn't get her security deposit back. "Krista, the key." Mitya sounded pretty desperate. "The key was right here." Krista turned towards the nightstand. It was covered in foam. There was no way she was going to find it now. "Get a saw," one of the fireman said. "And some blankets." He seemed to be the guy in charge. "Ma'am, we'll get your boyfriend, but you need to leave now." Krista let him lead her out of the room. Someone wrapped a blanket around her. They scurried her outside wrapped in a blanket. A few moments later, Mitya was also escorted out. A police officer managed to remove the cuffs with a key without laughing. His glasses were still missing though. He stood next to her and leaned in. "You did put a condom on, right?" "Yeah, why?" "Because it's missing," he whispered. "Maybe it fell off when they were cutting you out." "I think it came off when you went to put out the fire." Mitya made a strange noise. Krista thought about it for a moment. The light came on slowly inside her head. "My apartment is ruined, I've been embarrassed almost to the point of death and now I have to go find a missing condom." "Yeah, that's about the size of it." Mitya pulled her into his blanket. "What are you doing tomorrow night? I have an apartment we can trash." The First Date The date seemed doomed to failure from the get-go. Not only was it a blind date, already diminishing the chances of the dates success, but it was a blind date at a noisy restaurant; noisy restaurants are not conducive to good conversation, which is key to a successful blind date. That being said, Alice had to fight a mental battle on whether or not she was even going to show up. In the end, she decided to go, out of politeness more than anything else -- she'd been shown up before and remembered how it made her feel; she didn't want to be the cause of that feeling in someone else. Besides, she thought, who knows -- I might actually get lucky and meet a girl I can get along with, maybe even someone I'd want to see again. Having finally made the decision to go, Alice found that she'd begun to actually look forward to the date, enjoying the nervous tension that gradually built up inside of her as the day dragged on. It got to the point at which she was actually watching the clock, waiting for five o'clock, counting down the minutes until she would be free; when that time came she hardly took the time to clock out before leaving the store for the weekend. On the car ride home she began to fantasize about how the date would go. They'd meet and the girl would be as beautiful as she describes herself, she would be smart, funny, and they'd hit it off right away. After a few drinks, a good meal, and some amazing conversation, she'd inquire about going for a nightcap, perhaps at her place. The girl would come back and they'd make love. In the living room, on her spacious couch. Then in her bedroom, on the bed, on the floor. They'd finish up in the shower, washing each other intently, lovingly, before the retiring to bed, where they would sleep together, in each other's arms. A semi-truck sounding its horn brought her back to reality and she managed to make her exit without causing an accident. *** Later on that evening Alice pulled into the parking lot of Club Mod. It was a little early for the Friday night crowd, so she was lucky enough to find a spot close by. Fetching her purse before locking the door, she felt that nervous apprehension return to her with a vengeance. Each step that brought her closer to the front doors -- and the beautiful hostesses standing just within the threshold -- sent a flitter of anxiety down her spine. I'm going to do this, she repeats to herself over and over again inside her head. I'm going to do this and I'm going to enjoy this. I've nothing to be embarrassed about, nothing. Approaching the double glass doors she is forced to confront her reflection and allows herself a moment of shameless pride; damn, I look good. Dirty-blonde hair down to her shoulders -- tastefully concealing them, for she always felt that her shoulders were too big for her body -- and styled loosely about her face; dark brown eyes, looking moist and alive; petite, and well-proportioned. She'd chosen a pair of dark jeans and a dark blouse for this date, casual and classy. Inside the doors she was hit by the bass line of the music, thump thump thump, coming through the thin walls separating the dance floor from the restaurant/lobby. One of the hostesses, a tall leggy blonde, approached her. "Hi, welcome to Club Mod. Are you here for the restaurant or the club?" She asked her voice too light and musical for such a loud environment. "I'm here for the restaurant. I'm meeting someone, could you tell me if she's arrived?" Alice replied, surprised at her own confidence. "The name?" "I believe the reservation is for Vanessa, at eight-thirty." "Ah, yup, she's here. Stella will show you to your table," the hostess said, indicating a petite, raven-haired woman standing to her left -crossing something off of a list. "Hi, would you care to follow me please?" Stella said and led them down a short hallway and into a separate dining room. Inside it was quite full, but Alice had no trouble in identifying her date amongst the various people within. She was gorgeous, almost unbearably so. She recognized Alice as well, standing up, smiling, and waving to the approaching pair. Alice felt her heart leap into her throat and felt very self-conscious. Vanessa was tall, slender, curvaceous, and had dressed perfectly to accent her figure. Her blonde hair was loose and looked silky, complimenting her virginal white mini dress; in fact, everything about her had an innocent beauty to it -- from her creamy pale skin to her clear blue eyes. "Hi, Alice? I'm Vanessa," she said, and we both sat down. "Nice to meet you." "Likewise!" She was bubbly and lively and interesting. Alice felt herself captivated by the strange woman sitting across from her, easily succumbing to her charms. "So, Alice, tell me about yourself." And Alice did. She was twenty-one years old, originally from Quebec city, lived with her parents and worked for a large book chain. She had been married once, for a year, and her marriage had ended in an easy -- she used the word objectively -- divorce. Afterwards, she'd had a string of bad boyfriends and after an 'experience' she had with another woman, she came to the conclusion that she was gay. Vanessa listened attentively to all of this, genuinely interested, sipping her drink appreciatively and commenting when necessary. "Wow! You've lead quite an interesting life," and then realizing her mistake, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to belittle, or suggest that I find it amusing that you, or, um, never mind..." she trailed off. Vanessa reddened in embarrassment. Alice felt her heart melt. "That's okay! That's okay, I know what you meant," she said and smiled. Vanessa smiled back. "What about you? Tell me about yourself?" "Oh boy, where to begin. I'm twenty-three, live by myself and work as a waitress most nights and weekends. I've been gay for as long as I can remember, but I've only had a few relationships and they never lasted very long." Alice thought it strange that they both began this date by relating how unsuccessful they both were at maintaining relationships -- albeit for very different reasons, but still; it either boded very well or very poorly for the two of them. Vanessa wasn't nearly as focussed on talking about herself as she'd been listening to Alice and quickly changed the subject of the conversation. "Have you been here before?" "No, have you?" "Nope. But I've got a friend who works here and she suggested that we come here. I hope you don't mind." "Not at all, I love it here!" "Me too." Vanessa's confidence and outgoing nature seemed to dissipate the longer they talked, and she became quiet and withdrawn, reduced to sipping her wine and nodding at everything Alice said to her. Alice worried that she'd said something out of turn. "Are you alright, Vanessa, did I say something inappropriate?" "No, no, no!" She said quickly. "I just...can't help but feel I screwed up somehow." She shook her head, as if to clear it. "I'm sorry. Sometimes this happens to me on dates -- I get, well I can only describe them as panic attacks. They come and then they go. It's gone now, I'm sorry." "Oh, are you okay now? Do you want to leave, maybe?" Alice asked, concern painted on her pretty features. "No! Um, I mean, I'll be okay. We should stay." "What about skipping dinner and going out for coffee instead?" Alice suggested. "That's a great idea!" Vanessa said, laying out money for her share. Alice did likewise and they left together. Waking out into the parking lot Alice surprised Van, and herself, by turning abruptly and planting her lips onto Vanessa's and kissing her passionately. Vanessa returned the kiss and then after a while broke it off. "Not here, love." "Where?" Alice breathed. "My place?" "Lead the way." They got into Vanessa's car and drove the short jog to her apartment. *** Alice was barely in the door when Vanessa slammed it shut behind her, and there in the immediate darkness, pressed her body up against Alice. They kissed again, tongues parting lips to explore foreign mouths. Each girl felt her heart rate quicken as her instinct and experience took over; Vanessa gently guided Alice towards her bedroom, continually kissing and caressing the entire way down the hall. They're in the bedroom, undressing quickly beside the bed. Alice is admiring Vanessa's ghostly pale skin, sharply contrasting with the darkness of her underwear. Vanessa, in turn, enjoys the muscled contours of Alice's toned legs -- exploring their length with her hands, stopping just short of Alice's bare thighs. Vanessa is crouched in front of Alice and is looking up at her, smiling. "Lie down on the bed," she says. Alice first sits on the edge and then slides back so that only her ankles are hanging over the one edge, with her hair falling off the other. Vanessa slowly rises between her spread legs, a fiendish smile on her face. "What are you going to do?" asks a breathy Alice. "Wait and see." And then she's gone, out of Alice's view. She can feel Vanessa's presence there, down between her legs, and not being able to see her, or what she's going to do, makes it all the more exciting. Then there is a kiss. A tantalizing kiss on her inner thigh, quickly followed by another, and another, and another; Alice's left inner thigh is sticky and glistening with Vanessa's saliva, and her body is responding to the stimulus. There is a wetness growing between her legs, a sensitivity that demands satisfaction. Her breasts are growing sensitive, her nipples erect. Vanessa continues. "You're so beautiful, schätzchen." "Mmm, what does that mean?" "Treasure." "I like it." Vanessa climbs onto the bed, placing her knees on either side of Alice's torso, bending over to plant a kiss on her lips. Alice responds, her hands wrapping around Vanessa's shoulders, pulling her in so that their breasts touch. Vanessa breaks away, trailing kisses from Alice's lips down her face to the side of her neck, then to her shoulders, and finally to the tops of her breasts; she runs her tongue in the cleft between her breasts before focusing in on her right nipple. She can taste Alice's sweat, her arousal, and it works wonders on her own body -- stoking the fires of passion, bringing them to new heights. Taking the erect nipple into her mouth she moves her tongue over the sensitive, delicate flesh. Alice shivers in delight, urging Vanessa on with her bodily movements. Vanessa gently cups her breasts in the palms of her hands, massaging them gently while continually suckling her nipple; she's taking her time, she knows how to make a woman beg, make her desperate for release. Alice moans and Vanessa pulls away, leaving her nipple glistening with her saliva. "Ohhh, Vann," she says. "Please!" "Whatever you wish, treasure." She continues to run her tongue down Alice's body, from her nipple down the curvature of her breasts, down to her bellybutton, which she circles, before moving in on her navel. She kisses this private flesh, teasing it with her tongue as her hands play with Alice's thighs, pinching, rubbing, caressing them. Alice spreads her legs wider, allowing her greater access. Vanessa's kisses continue, her lips gently teasing the Mons, circling the most sensitive bud of her body. She was skilful with her tongue, running it over the outer lips of her sex, while using her hands to simultaneously massage her legs. Alice could barely stand this and felt her self-control beginning to dissolve. "Please, please," she said. "Please what?" Said Vanessa's voice from between her legs. "No more!" Vanessa decided that Alice had had enough and finally set about giving her what she really wanted. Her tongue ran over her clit and Alice cried out in delight, her whole body shuddering in release. Her tongue moved about the excited nerve ending, languidly, as if oblivious to the effects its movements were having on the other woman. Vanessa began to taste the arousal of the other woman as her mouth became flooded with her sexual juices. She inserted a finger into the cleft of Alice's sex, feeling the tight wetness of her body; she gently explored while her tongue worked its way through the alphabet. Then, after she judged Alice's body was ready, she inserted a second finger. Moving them about within, she sought out the other woman's 'special place.' Curling her fingers she found the spongy area and began to caress it. The reaction she got was immediate. Alice's body tensed up and she screamed loudly as she began to come. Vanessa intensified her efforts, moving her tongue, faster, harder -- inserting a third finger to continue fucking the bucking woman. Alice shuddered and Vanessa's face was flooded by an explosion of the woman's come. "Oh my god! Oh my god, oh my god!" She screamed, "I'm coming again!" And sure enough, she tensed up, moaned and came again -- an orgasm to rival the first, culminating in a squirt of Alice's sexual juices, which flood the comforter, Vanessa's face, and some patches on the carpet. Vanessa collapses against the slick flesh of Alice's legs, breathing heavily. Alice is still trembling in the aftermath of two monstrous orgasms, breathing heavily. They stayed this way for quite some time, until Alice stirred, rose, and looked down at Vanessa. "I have to pee," she said. "But don't go anywhere, 'cause when I come back, it's your turn." Alice left, Vanessa climbed up onto the bed and smiled. It seems as though her relationship troubles were over. Not so much a concern after all. The toilet flushed in the other room and Alice came back into the room. "Ready?" she asked. "And waiting." Alice smiled and turned off the light. The First Date Point of note: Work of fiction, first time writing a story like this, please enjoy. Possible sequel. Friday night, I met her at some bar on Karaoke night. We met on craigslist, swapped life stories and pics before agreeing to meeting each other. Her name was Danielle. She was no older than 25, five foot three, great ass and perfect tits. She was in tight blue jeans and a pink pull over shirt. She really didn't go all out for this first date. Me, I'm 31, 6'1, average build, dark hair and a full beard. We talked a bit, flirted with each other. I bought each of us a number of drinks. I though I was funny and charming. She seemed cold and distant. She even made it clear that my hand wasn't really welcomed on her thigh. At first it seemed okay where it was, then she moved it off, I replaced it a short time later, she gave me a dirty look and removed it. When she did warm up and laughed at a bad joke, I tried for a kiss, but that failed. It was around eleven when we decided to leave the bar. The place had really bad lighting on the side we both parked on. I escorted Danielle out, with my hand on her back. When we got to her car, she fished her car keys out of her purse and told me that she had a good time and that we really should do this again some time. It was a cold November night. I had my jacket on, one hand in a coat pocket, another still on her back. I tried to kiss her again, she turned her head. I mentioned getting together next weekend, she said "I have plans." in a tone that made it clear that she was lying. She then hit the button her the remote, unlocking her car door. I said, "Here, let me get that for you." and reached over, opening the door. She said, almost confused, "Thank you." I put my leg out, between the opened door and her and pulled the knife from my coat pocket. "Actually, I don't think we're done yet." Her eyes got big, she stopped cold. I put the blade to her neck. "Car keys." I demanded. She complied. I took the keys into my hand and stuffed them into my coat, and reached for the other item in that pocket, a set of handcuffs. I cuffed her hands infront of her and hit the button to unlock the rest of the car doors. I put the knife away and put her into the back of the car, on the floor boards between the front and back seats, face down. It was a small car, she was a bit of a tight squeeze. I got into the car and pulled the knife out again and placed it on the passenger seat. "Make a sound and I will stab you." I threatened right before I started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. As I drove, I rubbed her ass, even patted and spanked it a few times. I drove out of the city and several miles down the freeway, then a few backroads that I discovered via a google map search one bored Sunday afternoon. I stopped the car and turned it off. We were about 20 to 30 miles away from town. Absolutely no where. You know, those locations so far away that on a clear night you can see every star in the night sky? Yeah, this was one of those locations. There was the dirt road I drove in on, a small path barely wider than the car, then a small area just big enough for a car to stop and turn around on. We were next to a huge lake, but not on the shore. That was down the hill we were on. Not a steep hill, also not a high hill. I opened up the back door. Reaching in I removed her shoes and socks. Then I reached in again and pulled her up my her jeans waist band. She started to move on her own, I stopped her, and reminded her that I was within reach of the knife. I reached around her, unfastened her jeans and pulled off of her and along with her panties. I guided her legs out of the car, stopped her and unfastened my pants, removing my hard dick from my jeans and boxers. She protested. I ignored her and pressed the head of my dick into her pussy lips. They were very wet. I started to rock my hips back and forth, and eventualy, got all of me into her. She cried out, shouting "No!" and "Please, stop it!" as I fucked her bareback. I grabbed my knife, and used it to cut her shirt and bra off of her, giving me access to those tits I've been wanting to get to all night. I pulled out of her pussy and then penetrated her asshole. This was a new series of protests, followed by insults. I moved from groping her tits up to her neck, choking her. The sounds she made as I tried to choke the life out of her got me going faster. I pounded her hard and fast, finally cumming inside her asshole. I rested a tiny bit before I pulled out of her ass. I fastened my jeans then pulled her out by her hair, and onto her feet. I spun her around and kissed her lips. "That as amazing." she said with a smile. I said "Thank you, you did well playing along back there." She asked "So, when you really did rape women, what happened after this point." I opened my mouth, she said, "No, remember, treat me like every other ungrateful bitch, and do to me what you did to them." I moved her to the side, away from the car, and pushed her down the hill, towards the lake. I walked down the hill to where she was, and rolled her down once more, then watched as she landed in the shallow water. She stood up, dripping wet from head to toe. I then said, "And at this point I either steal your car or put a heavy rock on the gas and let it drive itself into the lake. "Then how do you get back to your car?" she asked, "If mine is in a lake." "Cell phone, just call a friend for a lift." I helped her out of the lake, up the hill to the car where I then removed the handcuffs and opened the trunk so she could dry herself off. "Thank you about telling me to bring a towel and a spare shirt." she said as she dried off. "I can see why you raped before, thank you for sharing it with me." she said with a smile. The ad I answered from her on craigslist was to indulge her stranger rape fantasy. I raped in high school and college, but lucky enough never to get convicted. Only stopped because I figured eventually my luck would run out. I told her about my past and it was right what she was looking for. She kissed me again and said, "You know, we could make a great pair. I set up, you rape, we rob." she said, with a smile. I had a curious look. "I have a history also, and a partner in crime makes it more fun." "What do you have in mind?" I asked. She smiled, "Let me explain." She said, getting to the car, wearing only her shirt. "But while I drive and explain, you've gotta pussy to eat." The First Date "I had always wondered how our paths had never really crossed, all things considered" "Yeah, its strange to think we were in the same places at the same times so often but we never really found each other until now" I had wanted her for quite a while and so I was excited when she asked me out for drinks. We had known each other casually for years, but when we first met she was married and I hadn't come out yet... I never could have imagined we'd end up hanging out; I certainly didn't expect what happened next. We'd sat together having a few beers and talking about sports, school, work, life – a little bit of everything. We started out a couple feet apart in the booth, but as the night progressed we scooted closer and closer until our legs were just barely touching. With every inch she moved closer to me, my mouth got dry, my heart beat faster, and I could feel my pussy tingle in a way it hadn't in a very long time. When I said I was too tipsy to go home and she invited me to come crash at her place, I jumped at the chance. I wasn't even sure at first if it was a date or if it was just hockey teammates hanging out together. I figured if I was going to find out, this was my chance. I followed her the couple of blocks to her place; it was just before Christmas and I wasn't even sure my little truck was going to make it through the snow to her house so she drove slowly to make sure she didn't lose me. As I pulled up in front of her house, my mind was racing. I was hoping so desperately that the night would end with a kiss. My heart was pounding so hard I thought she'd be able to hear it, my frozen hands suddenly got clammy and as I fantasized about what I would like to have happen next, I carefully made my way to her door. Getting past her dog, who wasn't too sure about me, turned out to be the only obstacle in my path. I entered her house and flipped off my wet shoes and tried to shake off the cold. She offered me a quick tour which ended at her bedroom. Since I was planning to stay as I was in no shape to drive home, I stood in front of her bed nervously and she finished up the tour by saying, "and this is my bedroom". No sooner did the words leave her mouth then she tossed the door shut and moved towards me with a ferocity I hadn't expected. With two steps she was away from the door and her arms were wrapped around me, her lips pressed against mine. My knees buckled a bit as she parted my lips with her tongue and kissed me passionately, our tongues dancing together. Clearly this was a first date, and even more clearly, I was about to give it up on the first date. She began tearing at my clothes and I eagerly let them fall to the floor. I'd never had anyone undress me before so I was caught a little off guard at her abandon. Besides, we'd changed in the locker room together plenty of times so I figured she knew what she was getting. She pushed me back on the bed and continued to kiss me on the lips and then on my neck. Her warm breath on my skin gave me goosebumps and made my pussy throb and ache. She took one of my tits in her hand, the look on her face told me she approved of their size, then took my nipple into her mouth. She gently spun her tongue around it in circles, then flicked and sucked on my nipple before moving to the other one. As she worked my nipples with her tongue and held the weight of my tits in her hands, I could only bite my lip in anticipation. By now my pussy was throbbing and dripping wet. As her hand reached down to my warm wet pussy, I thought I might explode as soon as she touched me. She let out a sort of evil sounding giggle as her hand reached my wetness; kind of an "oh, you're one of those..." My pussy was aching for her touch and as she gently parted my slit with her fingers and worked my clit, I let out a moan that let her know I was enjoying what she was doing. She rubbed my pink, swollen clit with her fingers and though I didn't say anything, she seemed to know exactly what I wanted. She slowly slid her face down between my tits until I could feel the warmth of her breathing mixing in with the warm wetness of my pussy. As she spread my legs apart, my pussy and my body were begging for her to eat me out. The anticipation of her tongue and her hot mouth on my pussy was almost more than I could stand. She lapped at my wetness with her tongue, with each flick and touch sending me into a higher orbit of ecstasy. My juices were flowing freely and every time my pussy put out a little more wetness, she opened her mouth and drank it up eagerly. She worked her finger in and out of my pussy, gently pushing on my g-spot and then she would go back to working my clit with her tongue. When my juices would start to drip she would take my clit into her mouth and suck it gently, sending waves of pleasure through my whole body. I felt her tongue slide in and out of my pussy over and over... I felt like I was going to have to be peeled off the ceiling! As she worked me closer and closer to orgasm, I grabbed her head and held her close to me. I loved her tongue fucking my wet pussy and I didn't ever want it to end. Every few flicks of the tongue would make my legs involuntarily close, shaking from the fatigue of trying to hold back a massive orgasm, and she would push them back apart and go right back to work on my clit. She worked at it feverishly, getting faster and faster and sucking on my clit harder and harder as I pushed her face into my wetness. I couldn't hold off any longer; my legs began to shake, my feet and legs were tingling, my nipples hardened without even a touch. As I was on the verge of cumming, my body moved away but she followed it sucking and licking until my pussy exploded. I let out a scream of pure pleasure like never before as every bit of my pussy juice was being licked up and savored. As I was in the throes of orgasm, every motion of her tongue to lap up my juices sent me into another orgasm. I couldn't speak or control my body, I could only lay there and try to catch my breath as orgasm after orgasm rolled through my body. As she finally finished lapping up the last of my wetness, I was laying there trying to breathe, taking in what had happened and fantasizing about returning the favor. As she crawled up the bed and kissed me, I could taste myself on her lips and it made my still swollen clit throb. I was ready to cuddle up and get some shut eye when she looked at me and said "So, do you like toys?" The First Date You entertain me. The conversation has flowed as easily in person as it did when we were chatting online, and follows the same, random pattern. It's intriguingly odd at the same time though- I can't tell whether you're actually flirting with me or not. Sure, we have stumbled across the odd dirty topic during the time we've spent talking, but it's all seemed quite placid. You ask questions though, and you pick up on specific things that I often don't tell people very quickly. I can't quite remember exactly what we're talking about when it happens, but whatever it was caused my long hair to fall across my face. Without hesitation, you raise your hand and softly sweep my hair out of my eyes, surprisingly tender. The atmosphere sparkles slightly, and then you drop your hand and the moment has passed. I'm still savouring it though- my heart beating a little faster, lips slightly parted, breathing a little heavier. Strange how such a little touch can do that. Another round, some more chat, and nothing much more happens than some absolutely excellent conversation. I'm not confused, per se, but perhaps slightly bemused in trying to work you out. Your intentions aren't quite clear, but I'm enjoying myself. As we leave, you're the perfect gentleman, catching the door to let me through. You've said something as I go through that I don't quite catch, so I turn to face you and listen more carefully. You're tantalisingly close as I turn around, our jackets touching, your skin mere millimetres from mine. You cup my face lightly, fingers catching wisps of my hair, and tilt my face to yours. Your kiss is gentle yet commanding, tentative yet assured. You've taken me completely by surprise and I succumb very willingly. You don't break the kiss off, sure of my response now, and your lithe body pins mine back against the wall. I can feel your hips pressing into mine, your body holding me in place as your hands entwine in my hair. My head spins, body breathless as you ravage me with a first kiss. My hips involuntarily grind against you, keen to bring your touch closer, and you bite my lip as you groan. Your hands trace the sides of my body as they head to my hips, catching me in place and holding me there as you regain your composure. Voice low, you growl into my ear: "You, my princess, are not going home yet. You are coming to mine, where I can do deliciously devious things to you." You pull back and turn away, offering me your hand. I take it - of course, what else was I going to do? - and follow your lead. It's not far, and you're perfectly composed by the time we get to your door. You take my coat as we enter, leaving me standing, waiting, as you hang it up. There's a poster on your wall that intrigues me, and I step closer to take a look. You seem to materialise behind me, one hand curling around my waist and the other sweeping my hair back off my neck. Your hand, tangled,pulls my head sideways, giving you unrestricted access to the stretch of my neck, allowing your lips and teeth to nibble delightedly at the soft velvety skin. I react instantly, goosebumps rising and shivers running down my spine. Tugging on my hair sharply, you guide me towards the bedroom, bringing me to my knees at the foot of your bed. You sit in front of me, gathering the length of my hair in one hand. With painstaking care and tortuous languidity, you twist my hair around and around, smoothing it into a coil. It's long enough to snake around your hand, and you hold it tightly enough that a slight tilt of your hand causes me to bow to your will. You bend your wrist and pull me to rest my cheek on your inner thigh, head tipped towards your crotch. I try to raise my eyes to your face, and you return my gaze to where you want it, focused on your cock beneath your jeans. I acquiesce, briefly, breathing gently as I wait. Your free hand slips underneath the silk of my top, scratching your nails across the rise of my breasts and catching my nipple between the pads of your fingers. You roll, gently at first, quickly building up to an excruciating pinch that makes me arch my back and push away from my resting place on your thigh. You prolong the pain and I squeal, writhing in an attempt to ease the pain that actually just makes it worse. You're still pinning my head in place on your thigh, but my eyes catch your mouth and can see the bemused grin spreading across your face... The First Date I waited nervously on my porch, watching a car drive by. It wasn't the car I was waiting for, though. The one I wanted was a red Focus. The red part I had down, but the Focus part, not so much. I sighed and looked up and down the street. He should be here any time now. I glanced down at my outfit, making sure it still looked nice. I had on a black sweater vest with a white shirt under it along with a pair of dark washed jeans. I was wearing my black boots to tie it all together. It was the outfit I wore when we first met and I hoped it'll do for our first date. I plucked a hair off the vest and dropped it away from my body when I heard a car pull up. I quickly looked up and saw that it was him. I know that a smile broke across my face as I stood up from my spot on the porch. I walked across the lawn to his car and showed him my smile. He grinned back at me as I climbed into the passenger side of the car. "Hey," I said to him quietly. I buckled into my seat before looking at him. He had his hair off to the side like he usually did but he didn't have his knit hat on. Instead his head was free of any garments and it looked neatly brushed. He also wore a royal red button-up shirt with a black crew neck underneath it. His jeans were dark washed as well, with a pair of black tennis shoes to top it all off. "Hello," He said back, his eyes glancing over my outfit. "You look really nice." He told me afterwards, smiling softly at me. I felt my cheeks flush a little and I smiled back at him. "Thanks, you do too." I responded. He smiled before pulling out of the driveway and making his way out of my neighborhood. "So, have you decided where you wanted to go?" He asked me, glancing over at me as he drove. I nodded my head. "Yeah, let's go to Dolce Vita." I said to him, watching as he drove out of my neighborhood and down the street towards the restaurant. He smiled and nodded. "Okay, I've never been there before." He told me. Oh, really? They have really good food, except the service can be a little slow." I told him. He shrugged at the last part. "That's alright. It'll give me more time to be with you." He said to me with a sly smile. I know that if I hadn't blushed before, I definitely did this time. I brushed my hair back behind my ear to hide my blush, trying to control my wide smile. "So, um... Do you like Italian food?" I asked him, trying to find something to talk about. I looked over at him in time to see him nod. "Yes, I love Italian food. My grandmother always makes it on Sundays for the whole family." He told me. I listened intently to his voice, hanging on his every word. I liked this guy, a lot. And I wanted to know everything that I could about him. "Really? What kind of food does she make?" I asked him. "Oh, all kinds. Pastas, lasagnas, and soups. And she makes the best desserts in the world." He explained to me, a smile filling his face. He pulled it off so beautifully; it looked so natural on him. "Wow. Maybe we could visit her some time." I said, hinting at another date already. He looked over at me and smiled. "I would love that," Was all he said before pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant. I still had a smile on my face as he pulled into a parking space and turned off the car. We both climbed out of the vehicle and started to walk up towards the building. And then it struck me. "Oh no..." I began to feel my pockets, my eyes growing wide. "I forgot my wallet!" I stared at him wide eyed. He only shrugged and smiled. "Then I'll pay for you, it's no biggie." He told me. I stared at him, uncertain. "Are you sure? I mean, it's kind of expensive here." I told him, biting my lip softly. The date hadn't even started yet and I had already ruined it. He smiled and shook his head. "I don't mind at all. Just as long as you let me try some of your food." I smiled at him widely before stepping forward to hug him. I quickly stopped, my arms raised to wrap around him but I quickly dropped them. I flushed in my cheeks as I bit my lip again. "Th-thank you. I really appreciate it." I told him bashfully, glancing up at him. He was still smiling as he grabbed my forearm and squeezed it softly. "It's not a problem," He said quietly before sliding his hand down my arm and into my own hand. My heart jumped in my chest as I blushed more and smiled shyly at him. I heard a quiet giggle and I knew it was from me. I held tightly onto his hand and walked into the restaurant with him, ready for our first date together.