She stared at her phone nervously. Was she really going to do this? It felt like a bad decision. It had been years since she’s been on a date with anyone, though she’s been thinking about it almost every day, just hoping for someone she could spend her time with. It wasn’t like she was desperate for a man, her fingers did her just fine. It was the fact that she wanted a companion, someone she knew she could call on when she wanted to see a movie, go to a fancy restaurant. She saw her friends around her explore their own relationships, and she couldn’t help but wonder what it was really like. That was why, at the age of 24, she finally mustered the courage to ask her co-worker to set her up with someone. She was incredibly wary that it might be a bad decision, but she didn’t want to meet someone through an online dating site like everyone else did, and she also didn’t fancy meeting anyone at a bar, either.
Her co-worker at the hospital, Sandra, went to the gym pretty regularly, and knew of a perfect guy for her. All she knew about him was that he was 35, black, pretty tall, and worked at a pretty decent job. It wasn’t a lot to go by, but Sandra reassured her over and over again that they would be great together, and to just trust her. Ariyana didn’t like that idea very much, but what was the harm? She would meet this guy, see how it goes, and then decide what she wanted to do after. She hoped he would like her, but wasn’t so sure. It wasn’t that she wasn’t attractive. She was mixed race - Chinese and Persian, with long black wavy hair and thick rectangular glasses. She had a curvy body which she was always insecure about growing up, but learned to appreciate the more she grew up. She would rather be curvy than have small tits, anyways. She wore a black polka-dotted dress with thin strips and a heart-shaped line, showing off her greatest assets. She wore black tights to cover her legs in the autumn Canadian air, and shifted left to right as she waited outside the Tim Hortons, where they had agreed to meet.
She checked her phone once more - where was he? This was where they had agreed to meet, right? Maybe she got the wrong location. A thousand thoughts raced through her head, even though she was still around 15 minutes early. A few minutes she heard a clearing of the throat behind her, and she turned to look back. She was around 160cm, and had to look up at the man looking down at her. He had brown eyes, short-medium black curly hair, and an average body, though it was hard to see under the hoodie he wore. “Hi.” He said, and waved his hand at her.
“Hi.” Ariyana said in response, her heart pounding. Oh god, why did she agree to something like this? What was she supposed to say? She wasn’t the type to be into a guy through physical characteristics alone, and needed to truly get to know someone and see how the dynamic went before feeling attracted to them. This made it difficult in the real world, and part of the reason why she hasn’t been able to find anyone for her, yet. She was also a very cynical and sarcastic individual, and saw the world in a pretty dark light. She didn’t like most people, finding them to be very superficial and fake at times. She preferred deep and soulful conversations rather than talks about the weather, but never wanted to force anyone into it, so spent most of her time people-watching instead, letting them do the talking at her.
“Um… you’re Ariyana, right?” He said, scratching the back of his neck.
“Yes. And you’re Brettie?” She said, unable to look at his eyes from the nervousness.
“Yes! Nice to meet you.” He stuck his hand out, and she shook it. It was weird to feel the warmth of his hands against hers so immediately, and her heart pounded even faster.
“Do you want to go inside and grab some coffee?” She asked, smiling gently.
“Sure.” He opened the door in front of her, letting her in before him. She appreciated the notion, thinking it was sweet.
They stood in line waiting for the coffee, and Ariyana wondered if she should start the conversation to prevent the awkwardness. Before she could though, Brettie began speaking. “So, how do you know Sandra?” He asked. Good. She thought. Someone who tried to make conversation.
“Oh, we’re coworkers at the hospital.” She replied, tilting her head slightly to the right.
“I didn’t even know she worked at a hospital!” He exclaimed.
“I heard you two met at the gym?” She asked. She liked a guy who took care of his body.
“Yeah, I figured I’d keep up with my usual routine from Australia while I was abroad.” He explained. They took a step forward as the line moved.
“You’re from Australia? I had no idea.” She said, bewildered. She had to admit that kind of turned her on a bit. A man with an accent and lots of culture.
He laughed out loud. “You didn’t notice my accent until now?” He grinned.
“I did.” She blushed, why was she so embarrassing? “I just couldn’t place it. Everyone’s so Canadian here, I barely hear any other accents.”
He nodded. “People try to guess my accent all the time. They’re usually wrong.”
“That’s why I didn’t even try!” She laughed. She was already feeling really comfortable with him, which was a good sign. No awkwardness yet!
“Wait, so what do you do at the hospital? It must be pretty intense.” He asked.
“I’m still doing my placements as a student but… basically I work as a cytotechnologist.”
His eyes widened. “Um, what does that mean exactly?”
“It’s hard to explain, and no one really understands me.” She started.
“Try me.”
“Basically I study cells, I look at them under the microscope and see whether or not they have malignant changes, like… becoming a cancer cell. We try to tell them before it gets any worse and start the treatment process. The most famous one is the pap smear.” She said.
He nodded. “Okay, that does sound pretty intense. But also pretty important.”
“It makes me feel like I’m actually helping people. I knew I wanted to help people and also love biology, so it was perfect.” She said proudly. “What do you do, then?”
“I’m a senior manager at a major corporation, currently situated in Canada because I love to travel, so as soon as they brought up the opportunity to work here indefinitely… I snatched up the offer.” He explained. She thought about it for a second. It was nice that he was placed here but… it would make it hard for them if they wanted to continue this. She didn’t even know if she wanted to yet, but she was hesitant to put a lot into it if it wasn’t going to lead any further than a few dates. Other than that, she loved people who loved to travel and explore other cultures, so that was a huge plus for her.
“Wow, what a coincidence that it led you here.” She said.
“It’s good it led me to you.” He said, winking. She gasped internally. Did he just flirt with her?
They had finally reached the front of the line, and they walked up together. She looked at the server. “An earl gray double double, please. Medium.” She glanced up at Brettie.
“Uh.” He said. “What’s a double double?”
She laughed out loud, and the server did as well. “I see you haven’t been to Tim Hortons yet. You have a lot to learn. It means two cream and two sugars. I like it in my tea. Trust me, it’s really good.”
He nodded. “Same for me then.” She fished into her pocket for her wallet, and he shook his head and brought his credit card out instead. “My treat, since you’re introducing me to such a new concept.”
She laughed. “Okay then.”
They stood aside waiting, and the two teas arrived almost immediately. He walked to a nearby empty table and she followed, and they sat across from each other, both holding their steaming cup of Tim Hortons tea. “Try it, I promise it’s amazing.” She said eagerly. She loved introducing people to new foods.
“I’m sure it’ll be a little hot.” He chuckled.
“Ah, sorry. I got too excited.”
He shook his head. “Don’t be sorry, I think it’s really cute.” She blushed again. He realized he liked making her blush. He confidently continued the conversation, “So, what made you want to go on a blind date?”
She stared at him. Getting right to the point, huh? “Well, I’m kind of picky.” She started.
“Oof. I hope I’m doing a good job then.” He joked.
She smiled back. “I don’t know, I don’t think you’ve won me over yet.”
He placed his hand on his heart, feigning hurt. “I should just leave now then.” He stood up, still grinning.
“No, no. SIt down!” She said, and pulled his shirt, dragging him down.
“See, I knew I was doing a good job!” He laughed.
“You’re just making a scene.” She said, rolling her eyes at him. “I haven’t even begun my explanation yet.”
He waved his hand forwards. “Go on.”
“I’m picky and I don’t ever go to clubs or bars, so there’s no way to meet people. And everyone at my work is either taken or really old, so… yeah I just haven’t been able to properly meet anyone for me. It sucks, being 24 and still never experiencing a serious relationship.” She explained truthfully.
“So that’s what you want then? A serious relationship?” He asked.
She blushed again. Did she make it sound like she wanted one with him? That she was super eager for it? She just meant that was what she was looking for in general, not some kind of one-time fling. She could easily get that just by meeting some random guy online. “Well, yeah. Isn’t everyone?” She said casually. “Are you?” She tried to sound nonchalant.
He nodded. “Yes, that’s what I’m looking for as well. Clearly, the girls in Australia didn’t like me very much.” He chuckled.
“Ah. Self-deprecating humour, one of my favourites.” She said, doubting that he’s never been with anyone. He was too charming and confident to not have gone on at least a few dates. “How long are you going to be here for, then?” She asked.
“Already worried you’re going to miss me?” He grinned.
“No, I’m actually pretty sure I wouldn’t miss you at all, actually.” She replied.
“You’re killing me, you know that right?” He asked.
She laughed. “Sorry, this is just how I’m like. The more I make fun of you, the more I like you actually. I always tell people to never take me seriously.”
He chuckled. “I won’t, then.”
“Good.” She thought for a second. “Wait, your tea has got to be cool enough to drink by now.” He looked down at it, and took a tentative sip. His eyes widened.
“Hey, that was delicious!” He exclaimed dramatically.
She laughed. “I told you I’d never steer you wrong with food.”
He watched as another customer walked out the door. “Do you want to go out and take a walk? Seems a little boring to just go to a coffee shop on a first date.”
She pretended to be hurt. “Hey! That was my idea! I thought it would be nice to chat first and pretend it’s just two friends meeting.”
“You’re already putting me in the friend zone?!” He gasped.
“I just thought because we’re meeting for the first time… it’s not really considered a date.” She said shyly.
“Well, would you like to go on a date with me?” He asked, his head tilting left.
“Isn’t it too early to tell?” She asked back.
“Well, we’ve talked to each other for 30 minutes now. We can read each other’s body language, and I know I really like you already. So I want to go on a date with you, but I’m not sure about you.” He tried to pretend he was just joking, but she could tell by his widened pupils that he was actually really worried she would decline him.
“Okay, I’ll go on a date with you. But only because you’re so desperate.” She laughed.
“Ah! Another stab to the heart.” He held his hand out, and she thought about it for a second. Touching? So soon? Ah! She placed her hand on his, and blushed furiously. What if she sweat too much and he thought it was gross?
He smiled down at her. “You’re so cute when you’re blushing like that.”
She felt for her cheeks, and gasped out loud when she felt how hot she was. “Oh my god, have I been blushing this whole time?” She asked, worried.
“On and off.” He said. “Don’t worry, I really think it’s adorable.”
“Ah! I need to run away and never come back now.”
“You can’t. I’m holding onto your hands now, you can’t run now.” He said darkly. It would’ve sounded a little creepy if it didn’t turn her on so much. They moved out of the coffee shop together, and she felt him shiver against the cold autumn air.
She couldn’t help but laugh at him.
“What?!” He asked. “Is there foam on my lips or something?”
“No, you’re just so not used to Canadian weather. It’s so funny.” She said. She was wearing so much less than him, and it was obvious.
He stared down at his apparel. “But it’s so cold!”
“It’s only 10C right now, you know it’s going to get to -40C soon right? What are you going to wear then? 10 more jackets?” She giggled.
“It’s okay, I’ll have you to keep me warm.” He said.
“Wow, where are you coming up with all these pick up lines?” She asked, though still felt flattered nonetheless.
“It comes right out when I’m around a girl I like so much.” He explained truthfully, but it came out as another pick up line.
“How do you even know you like me yet?” She genuinely asked. They were walking down the street, both not knowing where they were going.
“Hmm… you have this spark in you. Your eyes seem to tell me so much about what you’re thinking. I also like our back and forth. I don’t know, I just have this feeling. And I’ve also said many times, I think you’re super cute.” He said truthfully.
“Ah. There’s so much I can dissect from that.” She said. “I have a very hard time making eye contact with people, especially guys. They make me really nervous.”
He nodded. “I can tell.”
“I didn’t have a lot of experience around guys as a kid, and haven’t been on too many dates.” She said. “Also, I think I’d prefer being called pretty more than cute.” She laughed.
“It’s true though! And I think you’re really pretty as well.”
She blushed, and tried to hide it from him. He put his fingers under her chin and lifted her face towards him. “See, it’s not so scary.”
She stared at him in the eyes for a few seconds, and then broke eye contact, looking away again. “Yes it is!” She complained.
“We’ll work on it.” He concluded, still gripping onto her hand.
“Do you think our age gap is weird?” She asked. She wanted to get all of this out of the way.
“11 years right? I don’t think it matters as long as we’re in the same stage in life. Based on what I understand, we are.” He replied.
She nodded. “I feel the same way. I was a little hesitant when Sandra told me your age, but I thought I’d go along with it and see what happened.”
“I’m glad you did.” He replied. They were both in their thoughts for a few minutes, though it wasn’t uncomfortable at this point. They appreciated each other’s company, and Ariyana was really enjoying the feeling of Brettie’s hand against hers. She hadn’t felt this way in a really, really long time.
“Should we go in here?” He asked, pointing towards a trail into the woods. There were many in the area. Well, really, all of Canada.
She considered it. “What if you take me in there and kill me? What if that was your plan all along?” She joked.
“Well, I guess you’re going to have to trust me.” He said.
She did, and nodded as they walked into the woods together. It was beautiful with the setting sun shining in through the trees, illuminating their path in front of them. “Canada is so beautiful.” He commented, looking around. He gasped out loud as a deer strode by, looking at the two of them before wandering off again. “DID YOU SEE THAT?!” He gasped.
“Shush!” She laughed. “You’re scaring it!”
“Why are you so calm about the deer?” He asked.
“We see deer all the time, it’s fine. I’d be more concerned if it was a bear or something.”
He gripped her hand hard. “A bear?!”
“There won’t be one in the city like this, calm down. Also yes, Canada is beautiful. I wouldn’t give it up for anything.” She said, looking up at the illuminated branches.
“Hah, I wish I loved my country the same way.” He said.
“Well, Australia does sound pretty scary… with all the spiders and stuff.” She shivered.
“It’s okay, I’ll protect you from the spiders and you can protect me from the bears.” He said.
“Deal.” She laughed.
They walked deeper and deeper into the forest, following the orange squares painted on the trees, indicative of their path. They passed by a few other walkers with their dogs, all wearing way less clothes than Brettie was. Ariyana couldn’t help but point that out and giggle every time. He was just happy he was entertaining her so much. After 30 minutes of walking they reached a clearing with a large lake, which seemed to appear out of nowhere.
“Wow.” He said, transfixed by the reflection of the tall grasses and trees reflecting on the clear lake water. He could see little fish swimming through it. It was unbelievable.
“I told you it’s beautiful here.” She said smugly.
“Almost as beautiful as you.” He said in a quick response, and leaned her against a tree. He stared down at her, his eyes transfixed on her face.
She stared down, blushing again. “What are you doing?” She stammered, feeling incredibly nervous.
“I thought this would be a perfect place to have our first kiss.” He stated.
She stared up at him, and then down to the ground again. “Do you not want to?” He asked, now feeling shy himself.
She shook her head. That was all the indication he needed. He lifted her chin and pressed his mouth on her in one smooth motion. She reciprocated immediately, opening her mouth slightly against his as their mouths felt for each other’s for the first time. It had been so long for her since she felt something like this, and she could feel her whole body on fire at once. He didn’t want to push her too far, and let go of the kiss, but he couldn’t help but want to taste more of her body. He kissed her chin, and then moved down to her neck, kissing further and further down. It was just little pecks, but she lifted her chin up to give him more access, which spurred him on further. When he reached the base of her neck, where her collar bone was, she let out a small moan. He looked up at her with a dark and lustful expression, realizing how sensitive she was at her neck area. It seemed he had made the right move.
He explored more, and started to suck on her neck, softly at first, and then harder. She placed her hands on his shoulders and let him explore her. “Your skin is so soft.” He murmured against her skin. She nodded, but didn’t say anything in response. He was about to move back up to her lips when they heard:
“Mom! Look at the water!” A little boy’s voice ran out, and Brettie immediately moved away from Ariyana, stepping back a few steps. A boy and his mother emerged from the forest, entering the clearing as well.
Ariyana laughed out loud, though she was kind of relieved they saved her. She didn’t know what he would let her do to her if they continued. And this definitely wasn’t first date behaviour for her, though she didn’t have many other experiences to compare it to.
“Shall we?” He said, though his voice cracked a bit.
She laughed. “What’s wrong with your voice, Brettie?”
“I got a little… turned on, okay?” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. He loved how she said his name, he wished she would do it more. So much more.
“Just a little turned on? What a pity.” She teased. She was feeling much more confident again when his lips weren’t all over her body.
“Very turned on. Hey, I wasn’t the one moaning there.” He said, winking as he grinned at her. She blushed furiously.
“I didn’t moan! You’re making it up!” She huffed.
“Uh-huh. My word against yours.” He placed his hands in hers again, feeling how much warmer she was now that her body had been heated by his.
After a while of heading back from where they came, he whispered. “I’d love to do that again.”
She nodded. “I agree.” She had gotten what she wanted. She needed to know that she had a good back and forth with the man she was with. He checked that off right of the bat. Then, in order to know whether or not they were truly compatible past friendship, she wanted to know if she was physically attracted to him. Based on the reaction she got off of him touching her like that. She was definitely attracted to him. Oh god, she already knew she was in trouble. She would be thinking about him every day from now on. Wondering if he was going to text her, when they were going to go out next. This was bad. She always got involved too quickly.
She let him lead her on out of the woods, and he studied her for a second before saying, “how did you get here? Do you want a ride home?”
“Actually, yes. I got here with an Uber, and you’d be saving me some cash.” She laughed. She was sad the date was already over, but she had already gotten further than she thought she would, so she should probably resist - for now.
They entered the car together, and she looked around. “Wait, how do you have a car if you don’t even really live here?”
“First of all I do live here, just not permanently.” She rolled her eyes. “Second of all, it’s the company’s car. Though I’m allowed to use it for personal reasons.” She gave him the address of her house, and he put it on the GPS silently, though put on the radio immediately. Throughout the ride, he placed his hand on her knees. Not high enough to make her uncomfortable, but it still made her slightly wet just the same, just the feeling of his warm and long fingers placed on her leg like that. She wanted it higher, but there was no way she would tell him that.
By the time they reached her house, her heart was pounding fast again. Was he expecting a goodbye kiss? Was she expecting a goodbye kiss? She would be disappointed if he didn’t, but the anticipation of it made her want to scream.
He was a gentleman about it though. He pressed a small peck on her lips, and told her he already got her number from Sandra and would be messaging her as soon as he got home. She smiled, appreciating his conversation but wondering why he didn’t give her a more passionate kiss. God, why was she so desperate?
He waved her goodbye, and she stepped out of the car, walking into her house while feeling his eyes on her back, watching her ass sway in her dress.
Before she could even reach the door, she heard her phone buzz in her purse. She took it out and read, “God, I already regret not kissing you harder. - Brettie.”
She giggled, and unlocked the door.
Chapter 2
She couldn’t stop thinking about him for the rest of the week, but she was too embarrassed to actually ask him out again. She typed and untyped her messages many times, though never sent it across. Ah, why was she so weak?
It wasn’t like they weren’t talking to each other. He wished her a good morning every day, and they chatted about their day, both of them giggling away at the messages. They even started to sext a little, and Ariyana brushed scarlet at every time she saw messages like that, but she loved it just the same.
One evening, he finally asked her on a second date.
B: Hey, how’s your day been going?
A: Exhausted. How about you?
B: Missing you all day :P
Then why aren’t you asking me out?! She thought, sipping on some wine as she paused her favourite show.
A: Yeah, right. I bet you’re too busy with your job to even think about anything.
B: I’m being honest, I really like you.
A: …
B: Yes?
A: I really like you, too.
B: Then how about we go out again this weekend?
Finally.
A: I don’t know, I think I have plans.
B: You think? You’re messing with me, aren’t you?
A: Haha.
B: C’mon… I need to see you.
A: What do you want to do?
B: You should be the one to decide! You know the city better than me.
A: I don’t go on a lot of dates though… and I don’t really know what you do for fun.
B: I like hiking, yoga, art galleries, fine dining, nice wine, music, and theatre.
A: That sounds like a pretty fancy list.
B: I’m a pretty fancy guy :)
A: Let’s go to a nice restaurant then. I know a few in the area.
B: Sure, whatever you wish. I just want to see you.
A: That’s really cute.
B: You’re really cute. And like I said before, I need to kiss you harder. I totally missed out last time.
A: That makes me really nervous.
B: Why? Do I make you nervous?
A: I feel like I lost control last time.
B: I like it when you lose control. And I loved the sounds you were making.
A: I wasn’t making any sounds!!!!
B: Don’t try to deny it, baby ;)
A: I don’t want to talk to you anymore.
B: Am I making you too wet?
A: Brettie!!
B: I’ll take that as a yes.
B: Can’t wait to see you, Ari.
A: I just sighed really loudly.
A: See you.
She wished she could properly respond to all the flirting, but all she could do was bashfully laugh it off, she was just too goddamn shy to do anything else. Maybe this was why all her relationships failed before. It was hard for her to show affection, and most of the time all she did was tease back. Though it was okay for them at first, they wanted more and more as time went on, and she was never able to provide more.
She continued to think about him the rest of the week, and when the time finally came, her heart was pumping out of control again. She stood at her mirror, and tried on the dresses she laid out. Which would be the perfect occasion for a restaurant that was that fancy? She settled on a lacey black dress, which she thought showed off her body pretty well. She put on some simple makeup, though adorned her eyelids with golden flakes. This would be quite the shock for him, since she was only going casual for their Tim Hortons date last time.
She let him pick her up this time, she always did this when she felt comfortable enough with the guy, especially knowing they were probably not going to murder her. He exited the door when he saw her, his face in a wide grin. “You look gorgeous.” He said.
“That’s sweet of you.” She smiled at him. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” He wore a navy suit on top of a black striped shirt, though he accented it with more casual pants to not be too overdressed.
“Aw, how sweet of you. Didn’t think you were the type to give out compliments.” He chuckled. She rolled her eyes, and entered the door he held open for her.
“What a gentleman, opening the car door for me.” She commented, tucking her dress into the car.
“I’ve got to when I’m dating such a princess.” He smirked in response.
“Dating, huh? We’re already dating on a second date?” She grinned back at him. Let the teasing begin. She thought.
“Maybe. What do you think?” He said, his eyebrows raised. It seemed he was feeling a little nervous himself. He turned the car on, and started to drive to the restaurant.
“Hmm…” She said, letting him suffer a little. When she finally responded, she responded with a question. “Do you usually ask girls this quickly?”
He genuinely thought about it for a few minutes, and shook his head. “No. I just… really like you.”
“So you’ve said.” She commented. “I guess we’re dating now, then.” She laughed. He faked a huge sigh of relief, though she could tell by his expression he was really feeling it. As he drove, he put his hand on her lap, his fingers making little circles on her thighs. She didn’t say anything, which made him feel even braver.
“I like how accessible your legs are this time.” He commented like it wasn’t vulgar at all.
She blushed, and looked out the window without a response. His needy hands moved slightly higher, and he circled her now with his long dark fingers, over and over again. Her breathing hitched slightly, though again, she said nothing. All she did was pretend the outside was the most interesting thing in the world, though she couldn’t see anything in the dark.
She could feel herself get slightly wet, her core tightening, but it wasn’t like she was going to admit anything. It’s just been so long since she’s been touched anywhere. And the way he touched her… it brought out something inside her she was still unfamiliar with.
She breathed out a huge sigh of relief when they finally got to the restaurant. “Looks good.” He said, commenting on the large building with the words ‘Manhattan’s’ in cursive on top.
“I’ve been here once before for my birthday, the food was really good.” She said.
He nodded and got out of the car, then proceeded to open the door for her again. “M’lady.”
She giggled. “You know you really don’t have to do this for me, I have hands.”
“I want to. Especially since I’ll be closer to you… and can do things like this.” He pressed her body against the car, and expertly placed his lips on hers, demanding that she opened them for him. She responded right away, and moaned into his mouth from the unexpected kiss. He brushed her hair, though tried not to ruin it from her hours of hard work trying to make it perfect. He bit her lip as he did, and she moaned again. They were interrupted by two other customers that walked by them, entering the restaurant. The woman had cleared her throat to remind them they were in public.
Brettie chuckled and separated from her. “See, you do make little noises.” He said.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. You must’ve heard the wind.” They both looked around, it was a completely windless day.
“You were saying?” He said, his body still pressed against her.
“What about you, huh? What’s with the bulge in your pants?” She giggled.
He pressed it harder against her, and she stopped giggling immediately. “This one?” He said, looking down at her with darkened eyes. “I’m glad you can feel it.”
“We’re going to be arrested for this.” She said, changing the subject.
“It’ll be worth it.” He said, but before she could retort back, he put his hand around her’s, and lifted her body back up against where she rested on his car. “Come, let’s go eat. You must be famished from all the sweating I just made you do.”
She rolled her eyes, but followed him. God, what had she gotten herself into? The waiter nodded when he found their reservation, and they followed him in. Brettie looked around, mesmerized. “What a nice place.” He whispered to her, his hand tightening slightly. There were chandeliers hanging from the roof, and little couch-based sitting areas for private dining. There was a live band playing in the corner, and a woman bellowed some Adele, showing off her skills.
They sat as the waiter left them, though Brettie kept his hands wrapped around hers. “Nice choice.” He winked.
“I told you it was good. Never doubt me on anything regarding food.” She winked back.
“Then what do you recommend for the wine?” He asked, glancing down at the drinks menu.
“Ah, this is where I suffer slightly. I just buy cheap wine from the grocery store.” She admitted sheepishly.
He gasped out loud dramatically, and the lady at the next table scoffed at him. “How dare you?!” He said, standing up. “I have to leave. Right now.”
“Oh god, Brettie. Sit down.” She grabbed his arm, and forced him down. “You have got to stop doing that.”
He laughed. “But you get so embarrassed and blushy when I do, it’s so cute.”
She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help but show that she was flattered. “Okay, you recommend something then.”
He studied the menu intently. “Well, what are we eating?” He asked. “I can’t possibly choose a wine if I don’t know what we’re pairing it with.”
“You sound so stuck up right now.” She smirked.
“You’ll see what I mean.” He replied.
“We’re having pizza, they have the absolute best pizza in town. Trust me.” She revealed.
He nodded, and looked at it again. “A Pinot Grigio will go well with a pesto-based pizza, or a Zinfandel, the richer the red sauce with the pizza dish, the more tangy and bold you want the red wine to be. Maybe a chardonnay, a good white wine.”
She studied him, her expression intense. “What?” He asked, looking up at her.
She shrugged. “I always liked when guys were focused on something, and very knowledgeable about the things they cared about.”
“I bet you love it more when they’re focused on you.” He commented, smirking.
She blushed, like what he said was completely spot on. She was saved by the waiter, who asked them for their drink order.
The evening passed by as well as it did on their first date. The two of them laughed away from each other’s jokes, and spent their time sharing an appetizer and a large pizza, which had prosciutto, spinach, and balsamic vinegar. Brettie almost moaned out loud from how good it was, and Ariyana laughed out loud at that. She was always right. Well, about food at least. When they were finally done, they both insisted on paying for the meal, but Brettie won the battle this time, claiming that he was the one who ordered the expensive wine.
They held hands as they left the restaurant, and Ariyana spent the whole 1 minute walk thinking about whether he was going to slam her against the car again, and whether she wanted him to do that. He didn’t though, and just let her in before closing the door behind her.
Before she could even settle properly in her seat, his hands were back on her lap, a possessive gesture she realized, though something she didn’t mind. At all.
It felt like only a few seconds before they arrived at her house, and she looked a little disappointed, which was clearly noticed by Brettie. “Sad that the date is ending so soon?” He asked, tilting her chin up as he turned the engine off.
She shook her head, moving his fingers along. “No. Not at all, can’t wait to spend the rest of the night alone, deep in my own thoughts.” She teased.
“I think all of that would be much funner if accompanied by me.” He commented, his eyebrows shooting up.
“Hmm… maybe.” She said, and he placed his lips on her. She wondered if he would do more than that, after he had expressed how disappointed he was with himself multiple times after the simple peck last time. He did, he pressed into her harder, his lips playing against hers as they moved against each other. It was frustrating though, there were car mechanics between them, making them unable to press their bodies against each other. The only thing she could do was brush her fingers into his hair, pressing his face into hers more.
“Brettie…” She said, moaning into him. He could practically smell the need on her.
He parted from her, his lips still coated in her saliva. “Yes?” He asked innocently.
She groaned, and leaned back against the chair, breathing heavily. “You’re so annoying!” She exclaimed.
“Why?” He asked, and brushed the hair he had just messed up behind her ear.
“You know why.” She said, huffing.
“I can’t know if you don’t explain…” He said matter-of-factly.
“Do you want to come inside?” She said abruptly, her large brown eyes staring at him like a doe.
“I thought you wouldn’t ask.” He smirked, and immediately got off of the car. This time, she led him into the house, and he waited patiently as she opened the door for him.
“Welcome to my humble abode.” She said, watching his reaction. She had rows and rows of bookshelves in her living room, covered in memorabilia and collectables from all the TV shows, books, and movies she loved. There were multiple cushions and blankets scattered on top of the couch, and a large flat screen TV facing it.
On the other side of the room, her open kitchen was decently sized, and she had a list of the food she would be making for the following week and a grocery list pasted on her fridge. “Very organized.” He said.
She huffed. “That’s all? I’m organized? Come on, it looks awesome!” She said.
He chuckled. “Okay, it does. I’m kind of jealous. Mine’s shit compared to yours.”
“I’ll teach you some day.” She exclaimed.
“Why not teach me now?” He asked. “Is it because we’re busy doing something else?” The heat between them seemed to rise a few degrees at that. How could he make just one sentence sound so dirty on his lips?
“Do you want to do something else?” She asked him in return.
“Not something. Someone.” He emphasized. Her cheeks began to turn a brighter shade of red. He took a few steps forwards, and leaned his body against hers, pinning her between him and the wall. She didn’t seem to mind at all.
He continued their makeout session in the car, though he reached for her neck first this time. He sucked at it immediately, first right under her chin, and then lower and lower. She placed her hands on his shoulders, her breathing hitching once or twice from the treatment. He already knew she was very sensitive on her neck, and was fully taking advantage of that.
RIght at the collarbone, he sucked hard, and she gasped out loud in response. “That’s going to make a mark.” She groaned out.
“Good. Then people will know you’re mine.” He replied. He greedily pulled her dress down, revealing her breasts encased by a black lacey bra. “Very nice.” He commented, and placed his mouth around a nipple, right on top of the bra. She moaned, and dug her nails into his shoulder. “You’re so sensitive, Ariyana.” He commented, letting go of her nipple to tease the other one. “Even over this bra…” He murmured.
“I haven’t been touched in so long…” She moaned back, her mind starting to become more and more hazy. He let go of her, and she grunted slightly in frustration. He wouldn’t be leaving her hanging for long though, he pushed her onto the couch, and she fell back onto it, her whole body exposed to him.
He pulled her dress off of her, and threw it to the other side of the room. She would not be getting it back anytime soon. “God, you’re so fucking hot.” He commented, staring down at the curves of her body, finally revealed to him. And her skin… it was so smooth and delicate. He felt like he could crush her just being on top of her.
He took his shirt off, needing more access to her skin against his. She stared at him with hooded eyes, and watched as he placed his body on top of hers. He moved then… lower and lower with his lips as he nibbled her stomach, exploring the different parts of her body and how she reacted to it.
As he did, he placed his finger against her lower lips, and hissed out loud. He looked up at her from her stomach, his eyes darker than ever. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” He commented. He pushed his fingers against her panties, feeling the wetness.
“I’m sensitive…” Was all she could say in return. He needed to feel more of it, he placed his long fingers underneath her panties, and felt the sticky gooey mess she had already created. He couldn’t wait to feel himself inside of her. He shoved his index and middle finger into her, and she moaned loudly, not expecting it. “Oh my god!” She cried out.
“You’re so tight, too. God I’m going to destroy you.” He said.
“Go easy on me…” The fact that she said that meant she was interested in going all the way tonight, that was all the indication he needed. He pulled her panties off, and saw her neatly trimmed pussy, he wondered absent-mindedly if she had done that expecting him to see it tonight. It made him so much hornier just thinking about it.
“Look at how trimmed you are… good girl.” He said.
She moaned out loud at his words. He knew it. The words were a way of testing her, seeing if she liked words like. The fact that she moaned from his words alone… she was a submissive, she liked being called a good girl, it was obvious to him now. It was why she was being coy, letting him make all the moves as she responded to him. It all made sense.
He was beyond hard. He pulled his pants and boxers off of his body, and his dick sprang up. She leaned forwards to see him, and smiled at him as she saw his pulsing hard black dick, its veins twitching in anticipation. “You like what you see?” He asked, his fingers circling around the base.
She didn’t reply, though shifted on the sofa to make herself more accessible to him. He pressed himself against her again, his face just inches from hers. Their eyes were staring at each other, and she had to close it after a few seconds from how intense it was. “I’m about to pound into you and you still can’t look at me in the eye?” He said coyly.
She shook her head. “It’s hard…”
“I know it’s hard.” He said, as he grazed his dick against her lips. She could feel just how hard he was. He slipped into her slightly, and she gasped out loud. God, he was already spreading her wide open. He then pulled out, and she stared at him.
“Why did you stop?” She asked, already frustrated.
He ignored her and did the same thing again, just the tip, and then he exited.
“Brettie!” Again, though he pushed in more. Ah! It felt so good with every stroke, but all she wanted to do was get pounded.
“Why are you doing this?” She said impatiently.
“Why? Are you getting frustrated?” He finally responded.
“Yes. Just do it already!” She almost yelled.
“I don’t know if you really want it enough.” He said coyly. “You seem completely fine to me.” So this was the game he was playing. She looked up at the ceiling, trying to pretend it wasn’t getting to her. God, it’s been so long, she wanted it so bad. But she had a hard time admitting it… and the fact that he was making her do so, it was so crazy hot for her, she could feel her pussy wetting itself around him just thinking about it. The fact that she needed it so bad she could go above her shyness to beg for him to fuck her. Oh god…
“I’m not fine.” She said finally, after he did it to her two more times. “I’m clearly not fine, I’m clenching around you so much, I’m sure you can feel it.”
He nodded. “I can feel it.”
“How is this not killing you?” She asked, trying to make him admit it as well.
“Stop trying to make conversation and ask me for my dick. Come on, be a good girl for me.” Those words again, she shivered at those two simple words. Good. Girl. How did he already read her so well? She’s never told him her inner thoughts.
“Please fuck me.” She whispered, looking away.
He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “What? I couldn’t hear you.”
“Please fuck me.” She said louder.
“Not good enough.” He replied. What could he possibly want from her?
“Please Brettie, give me your hard cock now!” She said, her face completely crimson from such dirty words. He complied immediately, and slammed hard into her. It was so easy from how wet she was. She screamed out, feeling her walls expand from the hard object inside of her. Her mouth opened in a wide ‘O’ and all she could do was take his pounding, his dick entering her over and over again. She had forgotten how fucking good sex could feel, and she could already feel herself get addicted to his dick.
He pressed his index finger against her clit, and started to rub it in circles in rhythm to his strokes, his face sharp in concentration. She felt like she was on fire. She couldn’t think clearly anymore, she could just feel everything, every stroke, every touch. She wouldn’t be able to last any longer, and he could feel her as she exploded underneath him, her pussy clenching around his cock eagerly, milking him until he exploded as well. He couldn’t stop pumping inside of her, over and over again, his gooey cum spurting out with every thrust.
With a final moan, he slipped out of her, and his cum erupted out, drenching the sofa. She looked down at it, her eyes a drunken glaze. “Look what you’ve done! Now I have to clean the sofa.”
All he could do was laugh out loud in response.
This girl is going to be the death of him.