Casey found himself thinking back on his date with Ash days after the fact, even as he returned to work. Questions of when he should start talking with her again and when they would see each other next lingered like a thorn in his brain. He often considered texting her again, but he always felt awkward about it. He was never the best at initiating conversations.
As he went through the motions of his shift later that week, keeping stock and reshelving items in the store, he found himself checking his phone more impulsively than usual. He kept wondering when she would text again, perhaps asking about another date or to simply start another text conversation. The silence, combined with his struggle to think of something to say, only added to his anxious feelings.
He was absentmindedly stocking cans of soup when he heard two people step up behind him, their shadows looming over him. At first he thought it was customers come to ask him a question, but then he heard a familiar voice.
"Guess who?" The deepness and roughness of her voice was undeniable.
He swung around to see his new girlfriend standing behind him, along with a girl he recognized from her dating profile. It was Astrid, a close friend of hers. A rather heavyset woman, she sported a shaved head and varied piercings. They both wore leather jackets and jeans, looking like they were part of an all-girls biker gang.
"What are you two doing here?" He asked.
"Well, we were on our way back from work and needed to pick up a few things here. Thought I might as well say hi. Plus, I don't think you and Astrid ever met."
Astrid raised a hand. "Yo, she told me all about you." Sticking her hands in her pockets, she looked at him rather intently. "I prefer girls, but I can see why you like him. Seems cute."
"Hell yeah he is!" She ruffled his hair.
Though it was a little embarrassing to have her do that in a public space, he always liked having someone play with his hair.
Astrid smirked. "Oh, he looks soft. Can I?"
He shifted his gaze to the side to avoid eye contact "...sure."
"Bitchin" she then joined the boy petting session.
"Look at you, getting head pats from another woman." Ash observed, crossing her arms. "Head pat slut."
"Yeah..." he smiled as he felt her fingers rub his scalp. Then, coming to his senses and recalling he was still at work, signaled her to stop. "That's enough. I can't socialize too much while I'm on shift, the boss always gets onto us for that." He turned around and went back to stocking. "But uh, how've you two been?"
"Doing good," Ash responded, "but I've been meaning to ask: the idea of going on another date was thrown out last time so...would you like to do that?"
"I was actually going to ask you a similar question, I'd love to go out again."
"Awesome! Just tell me your days off and we'll work something out!" She slapped him on the back, almost making him fall forward in the process. "Anyway, I can't get home too late, got a few things to take care of. We can talk later."
"Okay!" He glanced back and waved bye as the two left.
Shortly after he got home from his shift, he got a text from her and they began the back-and-forth on scheduling. Fortunately, she would be available on his next day off, and as for location, they eventually settled on him simply coming over to her house to hang out and watch tv (and perhaps do some other fun things while he was there).
When the day finally came, he could hardly wait. He arrived at the scheduled time, and shortly after they settled on ordering a pizza for dinner. Once it arrived, they started their little marathon. Between the two of them, they were able to demolish the box in short order.
One pizza and several episodes in, Ash was getting pretty horny. She'd put fucking him again on the agenda, and at that point she didn't feel like waiting much longer. The only question was whether he was down for it or not. She looked at him and asked him in the most subtle fashion she could think of.
"You want me to peg you?"
Casey nearly spat out his root beer "I'm sorry?!" He exclaimed.
"It's a simple yes or no question."
"Yes, but you're really just gonna ask that out of the blue?! Lead into it at least, geez! You need foreplay, romance, and seduction!" Crossing his arms and looking away, he huffed. "This is not how you speak to a princess!"
"Yeah, I do kinda suck at that. I was gonna beat around the bush, but I didn't know what to say so I just blurted it out." She scratched the back of her head awkwardly. "Uh...lemme think...you know that thing we discussed over text?"
"Well don't lead into it now, you've ruined the moment!"
"Ugh, fine. If I can't find the right words, then maybe my actions will get you in the mood. Mind if I...?" Leaning in, she tucked strands of hair behind his ears as she looked directly into his eyes.
He sighed. "You may..."
She kissed him, running her hand along his nut-brown locks. Her free hand ran down his back, before gently holding his hips.
He arched his back and grunted softly, feeling her tongue stick itself into his mouth.
She pulled out of the kiss briefly. "Now are you getting in the mood?"
"Almost." Frankly he was already getting a little frisky because of how handsy she was being, but he wanted to play coy just so they could keep making out.
"I'll change that before long."
She grabbed him by the shoulders, and with a gentle push, he fell back on the couch cushions. Getting on top, she pinned him down. His heart started to beat faster, and it only beat harder when she pressed down on him and started kissing him again. Arms rendered useless, and laying under her full weight, all he could do was melt into her kisses. Although it was off to a rough start, he was definitely getting in the mood. What she lacked in words, she was making up for in actions.
After several minutes of that, she pulled out of the kiss. "I think you're ready now."
