Cumming Out of My Bubble
By: Pat W. Banon
December 23, 2020
After staying single for a few months, I was starting to feel quite lonely. As was inevitable, it was my isolation from intimacy that forced me out of my bubble. I agreed to go on a dinner date one-on-one with a friend of a friend. We texted a bit beforehand, mostly so I could make sure he wasn't a creep. From these conversations, it would seem that he was a cool guy, so I agreed to our date. We decided to go to a seafood place that had excellent sushi. Our date seemed to be flying by, us being able to hold conversation with ease the entire time. As our dinner was coming to a close; we both had a small, but quality meal of sushi. He offered to pay the bill. Well, not quite offered, more insisted really. After another minute or two of chatting, he asked me if I'd like to go home with him.
"Just a heads up, it's a rather long drive, I live out in the country. It's around 40 minutes if traffic isn't bad".
In the past, I would of likely politely declined, but given he was rather handsome and funny, I obliged his request. I did not have to worry about my car since I was driven here. Originally, I was planning to go see a movie afterwards with some of my friends who dropped me off earlier, but I ended up taking a raincheck. They didn't mind, quite the opposite really, they were excited to see me finally break out of my introverted habits.
While we were walking to his car, I finally got a good look at him in the bright lighting of the parking lot. The restaurant had a more dimly lit romantic atmosphere. He's very attractive, light brown eyes with light brown hair to match. He seemed only two or three inches taller than me, but I'm rather tall for a woman. Being that I'm five foot eight, I tend to avoid wearing heals. His medium length hair naturally flowed backwards, a style I quite like. My friend also told me he has a bit of a farmer's tan. I hoped this to be true, I always found white guys with farmer's tans masculine looking.
We arrived at his vehicle. It was a small, hard-top, dark blue sports car that seemed a great deal of fun to drive. He opened my door for me and I climbed in. It was a bit cramped inside, though I kinda liked the cozy feel of the interior with him inside. We left the parking lot and made our way to his house. As we drove, we did a combination of talking and listening to music. I haven't smiled this much in what felt like ages. About fifteen minutes in, we grazed each other while we were going to get our drinks out the cup holder. He used this opportunity to hold my hand, which made me smile. I know the act isn't anything particularly sexual, but I've been so long without touch, I was more than happy to accept such a gesture.
Another fifteen minutes or so went by. We were now many miles away from the more urban are of town. I started to rest my head on his arm. My heart was racing. I haven't felt so turned on from something so small since I was a teenager. The dark country roads were both soothing and romantic. The music volume was low and we both sat in a peaceful quiet.
At last, I saw his house in the distance. As we got closer, I was able to fully appreciate it. It was a small two-story home, more than enough space for just one person. We got out of his car and walked towards his front door. We walked in and he flipped on the lights. Nothing out of the ordinary. He asked me if I wanted anything to drink, and I requested some water. He made us both a glass. After two or three minutes of small talk while we refreshed our thirst, he invited me to watch a movie in his bedroom.
