Mariel huffed as she whipped her hair from one shoulder to the other, staring at herself in the mirror. She was feeling increasingly nervous for her upcoming date, more than any of the others. It was their third date, and as previously discussed, it was when both of them were ready to take the relationship to the next step.
Thus far, it’s been paused at first base, though not without both participants wanting to push it further. Mariel had just always waited until the third date to finally let loose, and it’s worked out for her so far in her dating life. She had appreciated how respectful Andre was about everything, as he’d never pushed her further than some gentle kissing, though even the act of kissing alone has made her desperate for more.
She pulled out her phone and stared at it for a few seconds before deciding to open up instagram and her chat with Andre.
Mariel 3:34 p.m. : Are you sure you can’t help me out here? I really don’t know what to expect if you don’t tell me what we’re doing.
She was pleased when she saw the typing bubbles appear right after her message was sent, like he was waiting for her message all along.
Andre 3:35 p.m. : Wear whatever you want, sweetheart. It doesn’t matter to me either way.
She rolled her eyes.
Mariel 3:35 p.m. : This is the exact OPPOSITE of what I needed to hear.
She tossed the phone across the room to her bed, and went back to staring at the mirror. Okay, she was just going to wing it, then. She grabbed a fall-fitting dress that could be seen as both casual and semi-fancy and tossed it on over her matching panties and bra. It went slightly past her knees and fit her curvaceous build in all the right ways. She was small, but her Hispanic descent gave her the curves she needed to gather a few looks at the bar, and she’d always liked wearing tighter clothing to show it off. The dress itself was sage and light brown, with small flowers dotted throughout.
She finished her look with simple makeup - some eyeliner and a nude lip color - and braided her hair down her back, having always liked the way her long black hair sways as she walked.
By the time she was finished, she was right on time for leaving for her date, and she almost wondered if she should send a photo to Andre to gauge whether or not it was appropriate for what he had planned for them.
For the all three dates, Andre had offered to drive her, but since they were meeting at his house, she had declined his offer this time, and hoped in her own car instead.
They had met on instagram through mutual friends, and thankfully lived only twenty minutes away from each other, even during traffic hour. She wasn’t quite sure how long this relationship would last, but it was nice knowing that if it did, she could easily see him whenever she wished.
Gods, she had no idea what would be expected of her tonight, though. It had been quite some time since she had gone past the first date with anyone, and felt as if she had no idea what she was doing. It was good Andre seemed to have a handle on things, and let her feel free to be herself, because otherwise, she didn’t know if she could do this.
She sent one last text as she arrived in front of his house, knowing that he had recently renovated his shotgun house in the New Orleans Business District. The exterior showcased a fresh vibrancy, the result of a carefully chosen color palette that echoed the city's lively spirit. From the outside, the historic charm of the shotgun house was evident, with its distinctive architecture now accented by a modern touch. The attention to detail in the renovation spoke volumes about Andre’s commitment to creating a home that felt cozy and traditional. As she admired the exterior, she couldn't help but anticipate the moments they could possibly have inside together, and she rushed to the door, no longer feeling as anxious.
Before she could even knock, though, the door swung open, and she spotted Andre with a smile on his face, towering over her with his 6’1 height, despite her wearing a few inches of heels. He was the definition of dark and handsome with his slim, muscular frame and long lashes framing his honey-brown eyes, and she wondered for the hundredth time how he hadn’t been taken by someone else already. How had she gotten so lucky?
“You didn’t even let me knock!” She exclaimed, unable to stop the smile that emerged from her lips as well. She began checking him out from head to toe, not trying to hide it whatsoever. He was wearing a light blue dress shirt with a repeated checkmark pattern, black jeans that could resemble dress pants, and leather shoes. She was pleased they were both the same level of dressed up, feeling glad she didn’t overthink it for once.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, tilting her chin up slightly so she was staring back at him. She couldn’t help but blush, and feeling the sensation of his fingers even brushing her face slightly was making her want to jump him again.
It was always so intense when they were in each other’s presence, and she was scared, knowing she’d never felt this strongly about anyone before, at least in the physical sense. “You look quite handsome yourself,” she replied.
“I know, I saw you checking me out,” he chuckled, letting go of his hold on her chin.
She laughed, “no I wasn’t, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Mhm.”
“Now, where are we going? I can drive us for once,” she was about to head down the stairs when he pulled on her arm, stopping her.
She looked up at him, confused, as he shook his head, “nu-uh. I have everything planned right here today.”
“Inside your house?” She asked, her mouth hanging open slightly.
“Is that okay?” He paused, “I probably should’ve asked you. I promise it’s perfectly safe in there.” He pointed towards the interior.
She gave him a nervous laugh and said, “I trust you, and I figured we were probably going to head back here tonight, anyways. I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”
“Going back tonight…?” His grin turned up once more, “were you expecting something more tonight, Ms. Mariel?”
She blushed furiously, how was he able to get her to this state with just a single statement? “Again, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Mhm…” he teased, but moved aside to let her into his home. She took a single step in, and could smell the aromas of the room immediately. It reminded her of something she’d eaten in the past, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
She turned to him and asked, “did you cook?!”
“I did, ma’am. You’re too beautiful for just takeout, I had to spoil you for our special third date.”
“You have to stop treating me so well,” she shook her head, “this is too much for my heart to handle.”
“Trust me, I’ll never stop treating you well.” She had had men say similar things to her before, so she was skeptical, but continued to step into his home.
“Do you want me to give you a tour? I’m not quite done cooking yet,” he asked, and she nodded, having wanted to ask for the same herself.
They began in the living room, and he showed off a fireplace, which he was proud to have recently restored to its former glory, with intricately patterned tiles framing the heath. A crackling fire danced within, casting a gentle glow that enhanced the cozy ambiance of the room. Surrounding the fireplace were four bookshelves with a pretty wide selection of literature - nonfiction and fiction. The rest of the room had plush carpeting and leather furnishings all surrounding a large TV that was resting above the fireplace. “You did a fantastic job,” she said, looking around the space in wonder. Her apartment was incomparable to the home he had created around her, and she almost felt inferior as she compared herself.
“It’s always been a dream of mine to build a home for myself, so I’m pretty proud of it,” he admitted, “it’s good timing too, I get to show it off to you just a few weeks after finishing every project.”
“I wish I had that kind of dedication,” she said honestly, “or that kind of money. It’s not like I can do much to my apartment, it’s only a temporary rental, after all.”
“It takes time, but I know you’ll get there eventually. You’re one of the most dedicated people I know,” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“You’ve got to stop complimenting me like this, it’s going to get in my head,” she teased. “Then what are you going to do?”
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said, “just speaking the truth. Now come, I’ll accidentally burn all my cooking if we’re going to take this long.”
He showed her the study, the dining room, a guest bathroom and the kitchen, which contained a stove that was completely filled with pots and pans, as well as something delicious smelling in the oven. She moved forwards to peek at everything, but was scolded by him in a playful way, telling her to be patient with his superior cooking.
The upstairs of the house contained two large bedrooms and a bathroom in between. The soaking tub he had installed looked almost mouth watering to her. She couldn’t help but imagine herself sitting in there with candles lit and an audiobook playing.
His bedroom was probably her favorite room of all, though. It contained the most of his personality, with a dark wooden accent wall, a large plush king bed with a black comforter, and books stacked on the bedside table next to the bed. It contained a musky smell that she had smelt on him a few times - something between the forest, whisky and sandalwood, and it felt like she was surrounded by him. Gods, she was already such a sucker for him, and she was only on the third date. She was playing quite a dangerous game.
“I feel like all the other boys I’ve dated before were little kids compared to this,” she said as they walked down the updated wooden stairs together.
“You’re giving me too much credit,” he said as he stepped on the final step towards the first floor.
“Um… you planned all of this yourself without any design help, I’d never be able to do something like that!” She liked to think of herself as an honest person, especially to people she cared about, and she never embellished facts she truly believed.
“I had some help from my sister,” he admitted, “she’s the one with the true eye for design.”
“I’d love to meet her one day,” she almost slapped her hand across her mouth to this admittance, knowing that it was definitely too early in their relationship - if this was even what it was. He seemed too charming to be real, like his true self was waiting to come out after she finally put out. This was what was making her the most hesitant to continue on this date, knowing exactly where it was heading. She didn’t want to stop talking to him, but he could easily ghost her after he got what he wanted from her. All the men in her life so far have made her so skeptical.
“You will,” he said, “she’s one of my closest friends.”
He sat her down at the mahogany table that can fit around six people comfortably, and told her to wait for him. It seemed he had timed this all perfectly, because as the sun began to set, the room had more and more ambience, and he smiled wickedly as he lit candles all over the room she’d barely noticed before, with each one making the room more and more romantic by the second.
She felt so spoiled and surprised she barely had a single word to say as he left and came back with a full table setting, matching handkerchiefs, and candles for the table as well. He left two bottles of wine on the table, and proceeded to plate the food for them.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to help out in there?” She called out when she finally gathered her voice.
“No, no. You be patient in there!” He responded. It wasn’t too long before he appeared with two large plates in his hands. He put hers down first, and then sat down with his in front of him at the other side of the table.
She looked down at the food, completely mesmerized. “What is all this?” She asked, spotting a few things she recognized.
“Seafood gumbo, alligator tails and cajun cornbread fit perfectly with some French red wine,” he announced, clearly proud of himself.
She gasped, “no wonder it smelt so familiar! I haven’t had someone cook me traditional New Orleans food in so long…”
“I hope it’s delicious,” he said, “I didn’t even ask you if you had any allergies or anything you didn’t like…”
She shook her head, “don’t worry. I love all of this stuff. I still can’t believe you made it all yourself, though. Are you sure you didn’t have someone come over to make it for you before I showed up?” She teased.
He lifted an eyebrow, “next time, I’ll cook it with you.”
“Oh? There’s going to be a next time?”
“There better be. Now dig in.”
She tried to get as much as possible on her spoon to try everything at once, and shoved it in her mouth, groaning loudly as she melted in her chair. She chewed rapidly with widened eyes and swallowed, immediately saying, “you’ve got to be kidding me. That’s insane.”
“Insane means good?” He cocked his head.
“Amazing!” How am I supposed to stop myself from falling in love with someone this perfect?! She thought. “You get to eating too.”
The two made idle chit chat as they enjoyed the food, with Andre commenting on how it was probably the best version he’s made so far, maybe because he was making it to impress someone. She changed the subject, but he did convince her to half a second helping before he brought on the desert, which he admitted to not having baked himself. “I’m not a baker,” he admitted as he placed the warmed brownie on the table with vanilla ice cream and caramel sauce on top. “Though I think I made it much better with the ice cream.”
She was feeling incredibly full, but stuffed the brownie down just as she did everything else, “the wine pairing was perfect, too, and I’m not even much of a wine drinker.”
He nodded, “got that idea from google.”
She wasn’t quite sure what he had planned after dinner. Were they supposed to head to the bedroom right away? She had her entire evening open to her, and knew he had the same, but she could feel the apprehension rise up again, a balance of fear and excitement. “Now, I heard that the best thing to do at this point is to watch a movie - but to let the woman decide on what she wants to watch. What do you think?”
Feeling the relief once more, she smiled and said, “did you think I would request for some sort of romcom?”
“Hmm… I wasn’t really sure what to expect, but I never gauged you as that kind of woman - not that it matters either way what you enjoy.”
“Let’s see…” she tapped her finger against her chin, “what about the psychological thriller that just came out? Crucible?”
“Never heard of it, but let’s do it.” He stood up to walk her to the living room, but she shook her head.
“I’m not going to let you cook for me and leave all of this behind for you to clean up. Come on, let me do this first,” she began picking up the plates and carrying them to the dishwasher, with him following in amazement.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Yes, but only if you let me pack the leftovers to bring home,” she joked, and continued, “you go find the movie first.”
By the time she was done cleaning up in the kitchen, feeling like the perfect date, he had the movie loaded for them. He indicated the seat on the couch next to him, and she flopped down, immediately grabbing a warm blanket to cover them up.
She felt as if she would be happy just spending the rest of her life like this.
He wrapped his arm around her back, and pressed her into him. It was natural for her to lay on his shoulder and relax into him. She felt incredibly warm and cozy, and loved how much she could smell and feel him. She could feel the heat rise inside of her again, and a twitching in her stomach, telling her her body was desperate for more.
He seemed to be able to read her like an open book, though, because he reached down to the side of her waist and began stroking her with his large thumb back and forth, a sensation that made her feel tingly and taut. Her dress was riding up with how tight it was, and she didn’t bother smoothing it down, wondering what he was going to do with more access to her body.
She realized she had stopped paying attention to the movie around fifteen minutes in, and just wanted more of his body on hers. Feeling brave and spurred on by the heat she was now feeling, she grabbed his chin and turned him to face her. His eyes were wide at first, but he seemed to get the meaning behind her expression.
He grabbed her face and placed his mouth on hers. It was gentle at first, like all of their previous kisses, but became more insistent when he felt her kissing him back. Their mouths widened and closed for each other as he pushed his way further in, using his tongue to dance around hers expertfully. She couldn’t believe how fucking turned on she was, and had let out an involuntary moan when he pushed even deeper.
He had moved her down on the couch so his body was on top of hers, and he stopped the kiss, pulling back to study her expression. “Fuck, I don’t know if I’m feeling so turned on because its been so long, or if you’re just that good at everything.”
“A little bit of both?” He said, looking out of breath himself.
He wedged himself further between her legs, and she could immediately feel his hardened cock against her panties, which were now fully exposed with her dress halfway up her torso. “Seems like I’m getting you going myself,” she said, biting her lip.
He rocked into her - hard - and she gasped out, having to stop her eyes from rolling to the back of her head. “You’ve always got me going, sweetheart. Have you just noticed?”
Before she could gather another sentence in her head, he rocked into her again, rendering her completely speechless.
He moved down to kiss her lips once more, and this time moved his hand downwards to play with her body, mostly stroking various spots to see what got her writhing the most. Her waist was particularly sensitive, and she knew he had figured this out himself because he kept touching it, caressing it over and over until she was buckling upwards on the couch.
His cock was getting harder and harder the more he ground against her, and she was sure it was getting uncomfortable at this point, being trapped beneath jeans and boxers. He broke their kiss again, and this time grabbed the bottom of her dress and tugged it upwards and off of her. “I love when women wear dresses - makes it easy to see what’s underneath…”
She felt shy as he studied her body, staring at her matching violet bra and panties, both of which had small scalloped edges. Normally, she’d want to cover it up, but all of Andre’s compliments have made her feel more confident, like he’d appreciate her no matter what, “I’ve imagined seeing you naked many times, but you look even better than I thought.”
The only thing she could think to say was, “well, I’m not completely naked yet.”
“Would you like me to make it happen?” He teased, though was shocked when she proceeded to pull his pants down instead. She revealed his gray boxer briefs underneath, and immediately began unbuttoning his shirt. “Wow, eager, are we?”
She winked and said, “just trying to get us on the same page.” She pulled his shirt off of him and tossed it to the side, and took the time to study his body as well. “Not too shabby,” she said.
“Oh?” Was his response before he pulled her off the sofa and on his lap without straining in the slightest. She gasped when she landed on top of him, grabbing onto his shoulders as she stared down at him. “Fuck you look so hot right now,” he said, and pulled her by the neck roughly as he began kissing her again. It felt like she never wanted to stop kissing him. She could’ve done it for hours if it wasn’t for her body’s insistent plea that it needed more.
She began grinding against him on her own will with his hands around her bare waist, helping her up and down along his length. “This feels so good,” she whispered against his lips as he hit a particularly good spot.
He began using his mouth to lick down her neck, biting and nibbling along the way as she gasped and wiggled for him in response. He eventually reached her breasts, and flicked the hook behind her to take her bra off, tossing it aside like he did everything else. He stared down at her large breasts in amazement, seemingly pleased that they were finally free from the bra’s restraints. Her nipples were very erect, and he didn’t waste a second before pulling one into his mouth. She moaned loudly and grabbed the couch behind him. The best part of him living in a home and not an apartment is that she could be as loud as she wanted without any interlopers listening in on what they were doing.
He flicked his tongue against her nipple and made slow circles around it before harshly sucking the whole thing into his mouth. She had never had a man make her feel this way, and she could barely think as she let her body go, letting it do what it wanted as she just enjoyed the feeling of the man playing with her. He moved onto her other nipple and did the same thing, until she couldn’t take it any longer.
“I need you to fuck me right now, Andre,” she said at last, feeling like her body couldn’t possibly produce any more fluid.
He stopped playing with her nipple at once, and looked at her with a wide grin on his face, “I’m doing that well, huh?”
“C’mon…” she whined, “I can feel your precum from your boxers. I know you want it, too.”
He couldn’t deny that. He picked her up princess style, and began walking up the stairs like she weighed nothing. He reached his bedroom and tossed her onto the bed, walking to the side to grab what he was looking for. She watched with anticipation as he finally freed his cock, giving her only a second to look at the impressive length before he slipped a condom over it.
She pulled down her panties as she watched him, though was slightly embarrassed at how much fluid was coating it. Gods, had she ever gotten this wet this quickly?
He climbed on the bed and moved in between her, his cock in perfect position to push into her. Instead of doing so, though, he reached down and pushed two fingers inside of her instead, stretching her out so suddenly she gasped and curled upwards into him. They made eye contact as he pumped her with his index and middle fingers, making her make all sorts of noises she didn’t know she was capable of making.
He added his thumb to her clit as well, and she closed her eyes, not able to keep them open any longer. “Look at me while I finger fuck you,” he demanded, and her eyes opened at once, mostly from the shock of the command.
“I didn’t know you were so bossy in bed,” she moaned as she tried to speak.
“You’ll learn soon enough,” he said, and everything out of her so fast she felt cold and empty all at once.
“Nhhhnng…” she said in protest, making him chuckle.
“I love how fucking ready you are for me, Mariel,” hearing him say her name in such a sultry way was driving her insane, and she wanted to grab his hips and thrust his entire body towards her if he wasn’t going to do it himself.
He seemed to have read her thoughts though, because he finally aligned himself at her entrance, and slid his cock inside of her for the first time. “Andre…” she groaned, adjusting to his size. It had been so long since something had been inside of her like this… and the warmth and girth of it, fuck she’d forgotten how good a dick could feel.
He was halfway inside of her, but didn’t move, forcing her to open her eyes to look at him again. “Why aren’t you moving? I’m going insane…” she said in a whiny tone.
“Oh, did you want me to do something?” he teased.
She didn’t understand how he could have this much self control. Everything in his body language - his precum, his dilated pupil, his dropped voice - told her that he wanted this just as much as she did, but yet he kept stopping himself, like he loved to see her desperate for him. It was so damned hot to see a man in control like this. She could get addicted to this.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me like a proper man!” She cried out impatiently.
“Oh? That doesn’t seem like a nice way to ask someone for something.” She wrapped her legs around him and tried to shove him into her, but he wouldn’t budge even an inch.
“Curse your strength,” she said stubbornly.
“Ask. Nicely,” he responded, almost growling.
“Fuck me, Andre. Like your life depended on it. Please.” She didn’t have to ask a second time, he lifted her hands above her head, pinned her down, and pushed himself all the way inside of her. She felt stretched out like she’d never had before, though the pain was immediately mixed with pleasure with how fucking turned on she was. He began fucking her, slowly then with increased speed. She moaned with every single damned thrust, and eventually began fucking him back as much as she possibly could.
He picked her up and flipped her again, pulling on her hips and angling her so she was presenting her ass to him on the bed. He spanked it gently before shoving his cock inside of her again. She gasped out loud. It was so much deeper than before, and she knew this would now be her favorite position.
He began fucking her even faster than before, and began commanding her once more, telling her to circle her clit with her fingers, and that she’d better cum for him when he did. She obeyed without thinking about it, needing the desperate release herself.
The room was filled with the sounds of her moaning like a cat in heat and the slapping of his body against hers. She could smell the sex in the air, and she felt as if it was some sort of drug. She moaned his name over and over again, and was pleased when he began groaning her name as well.
“I’m going to cum, Andre. Fuck…” her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she could feel herself drench his cock in her fluids. “Don’t stop…”
“Couldn’t if I wanted to,” he replied, “I’m going to cum, too.” She could feel him get even harder inside of her, and her pussy began clenching and unclenching around him. The orgasm came all at once, and her muscles contracted so much she dropped onto the bed with him continuing to fuck her. She felt it all over her entire body, and she couldn’t remember a single word as she moaned loudly into the comforter underneath her. She was still coming down from her orgasm when she realized she had been feeling his cock contract as well, and it took him a few seconds before he stopped cumming into the condom as his body shook.
He pulled out of her when he was done, tossing the condom in the trash with his last spurt of energy.
He collapsed next to her, with her not moving a single inch since he slid out, “you okay?” he asked, half teasingly.
“No. You’ve murdered me. I don’t know who I am anymore,” she replied, her face still buried in the sheets.
“I’m going to have to agree with you there. That was fucking amazing.”
She turned to face him, and he took this moment to pull her close to his chest, with both of them still panting in sync with each other. “I wasn’t sure if I was doing a good job,” she admitted.
“Oh honey, you did everything perfectly,” he said, then added, “want to stay the night with me?”
She nodded into his chest, and the couple didn’t say much else before they fell asleep, taking a quick break before continuing the perfect date number three.