"Alright," I reply. "But a small one." Julian misses his second shot. It soon becomes clear that they both are experienced players, although they both seems to have different styles. Julian takes a while during his turns. He seems to consider every possible choice he has. It is as if he calculates which ball has the highest chance of being pocketed. Daniël is different. He seems to rely less on calculation, but more on skill. He just chooses his ball with a quick look at the positions and tries to pocket it. If he chooses one, he sees it through. No matter how much skill is required he'll try it. The game continues with both of them being equally good. Or so it seems. Both of them never manage to pocket two balls in a turn, but when half of the balls remain, it becomes clear that the positions of the solid balls on the table is much more favorable for Daniël as opposed to the striped ones. I see a nervous look in Julian's face, while Daniël is smiling. I don't know much about the game, but the men act like the game is finished. Not much later, only the 8 ball and one striped ball remain. Daniël is lining up his shot on the 8 ball since he has just pocketed a solid one. Unfortunately for him, he needs to hit the ball from a big angle. He misses.
"Damn!" he says. Julian doesn't even seem to react. He just looks at the table with a face of pure concentration. I can almost see the mathematical equations fly before his eyes. Soon, he pockets his last striped ball. While his face doesn't change, Daniël seems to have troubles keeping it together. He's squeezing his cue so hard I wonder if it'll break.
"Yes," Julian shouts. The black ball has disappeared from the pool table. I see Julian smiling and Daniël hanging his head down.
"Hey Julian," I say. "I'll give the kiss later. Let's not make this guy sadder than he needs to be," I say smiling and nod my head in the direction of Daniël.
"Have your fun," Daniël says. "But next time you're paying the drinks buddy," he says to Julian.
"Worth," Julian just replies. I join in the next game, siding with Julian, but we lose rather fast because of me. The rest of the night passes quickly. I'm really enjoying myself and the alcohol goes in easily. Even for someone with a relatively high tolerance like me, I'm getting very loose-lipped. When Daniël asks why someone like me joined a dating site I start talking about my past boyfriends and about the cheating by two of them. When it is ten o'clock, the place closes and we decide to go home. "Shall I drive you home?" Julian offers.
"Oh, you would? I think it's quite the detour for you."
"It's not a problem. It's less than an hour."
"Well I guess I'll accept. And now I don't need to bother my housemate with it."
Daniël goes to his own car and I walk with Julian to his. "Do I get my kiss now? Julian asks. I laugh but don't reply. We step into the car.
"Look at me," I say when we both are sitting down. When he turns his head, I give him a little kiss on his lips. He smiles.
"Thanks," he says. "But I do hope I'll get some more someday."
"Oh," I say. "What more do you want?" We both look at each other, both knowing the answer. His green eyes tell me everything. I can feel a hand on my leg.
"You're such a beautiful and fun woman," he says.
"Why didn't you tell me that yesterday?" I ask.
"I suppose I was too afraid. Too insecure about my appearance perhaps. I mean, you are truly good looking." To my regret I notice Julian doesn't understand what a woman wants. What they expect. What they look for. Or at least a woman like me.
"I wouldn't mind getting another kiss." Julian says. "But perhaps on some other part of my body?" I'm amazed by how straight forward he is, which I don't consider to be a bad thing. It's just a pity that he wasn't like this after our date. The alcohol must have its influence on him. I move my right hand to his crotch and start to open his pants.
"Is this the part you mean?" I ask seductively. He leans in to kiss me again.
"A good choice," he says after kissing me.
I lower my head towards his crotch and pull his cock out. He already seems to have an erection. Barely a second later, my lips wrap around it and slide down over it. I don't fully understand why I am so eager. Is it the alcohol? Or is it just desire. It's likely a combination of those two. Or is it perhaps guilt? I have made up my mind today, during the game of pool. The way Julian acts, the way he talks. He is a nice guy, a sweet guy, but not someone I want to spend my life with. But then why would I feel guilty? Why could I not just tell him now, why am I giving him a blowjob? As a consolation prize? I feel a bit disgusted with myself. Why do I think he would even appreciate this? Why do I assume he would want that? I can hear Julian moan.
"Does it feel good?" I ask.
"Yes," he whispers. His answer pleases me and I continue sucking. For a moment, I imagine myself giving someone a blowjob and hearing moaning, but the moans don't come from Julian. Suddenly, I think I realize why I'm doing what I'm doing. It isn't guilt, or the alcohol. My deepest desire right now is getting into a car with a perfect man. A man that knows what he wants. A man that can take on the world. A man that never forgets about me. A man who I can life for. I want to rip that man his pants of and surrender my mouth to whatever he desires to do with it. This unfortunately is not reality, and I seem to have settled with the next best thing. Yet despite that I seem to give myself to Julian. I feel something hot and liquid spewing in my mouth. It doesn't taste good, but I swallow everything. It's not like this is my first time. "Wow. This felt amazing Sara."
"Thanks," I say. "It was my pleasure." Julian tucks his wet dick in his pants and starts driving. Not even a minute later, I can already feel a hand on my leg again. He tries to get his hands in my panties and I decide to move a little bit closer to make it easier for him. I can feel his fingers over and in me. He isn't the most experienced guy, but he roughly seems to know where to touch. After five or so minutes, I am wet and enjoying it.
"I want more than a blowjob Sara. I want to have sex with you." I look at him.
"Do you now?" I say teasingly.
"Can I?" Julian asks. I can barely believe he asks. He really is an inexperienced guy.
"Don't ask," I just reply. When he stops at a rather private spot, it looks like he found his courage. He turns to me and puts a hand on my breasts, gently massaging it while looking at me.
"Let's get in the back," I say, trying to take charge a bit. Again, I seem to give myself to someone I don't truly desire and I wonder if I have just lost hope. I take of my heels and crawl onto the back seat. I decide not to wait for Julian to take charge and lower my pants and panties. Julian seems eager and also lowers his pants and underwear, not bothering to take of the rest of his clothes. I enjoy the view of his erect cock and find pleasure in the fact that, despite him having had an orgasm mere minutes ago, I can already make him hard and ready again. Because of the foreplay moments ago, I enjoy the feeling and feel a pleasure wash over me when he goes inside. A car isn't the most comfortable place, but I honestly don't want to spend the night at his house. I feel like this will probably be a one-time event.
"Sara, you feel really good," Julian says. I just give him a smile as answer. "Am I pleasuring you?" he asks. Again, I just nod. I close my eyes and try to think about the man I imagined earlier. That perfect man. Would he have sex like this. No, he would give me little kisses on my body. I imagine him leaning forward and kissing my neck. While Julian is holding me on my hips, I imagine a man's hands going over my body, caressing me. That's what my perfect man would do.
"Can I come inside you?" Julian asks.
"Yes, just don't get my clothes dirty if you can."
"Okay," Julian says. "Thank you, Sara." Did he really just thank me? Despite his inexperience and teenage talk, I can actually feel an orgasm coming up. Yet I doubt I would have gotten to this point without my imagination. Suddenly, Julian stops moving. He's coming just too soon. Desiring an orgasm, I move a hand to my clitoris and start rubbing. Not much later, right after Julian draws out, I climax and moan softly. I look at Julian. He smiles, seemingly happy with his prestation.
"Thanks for driving me home," I say, trying to make a joke. We both laugh. Fifteen minutes later, we arrive at Ellen's house where Julian drops me off. I give Julian a kiss on his lips and say goodbye.
