Selina downloaded another dating app, the third in 2 years. Within 24 hours she had a match. Tom was a year older than her, lived east of the City Centre and had a young daughter. They exchanged messages on the first day, texting about their jobs, their lives, their dating luck. Then Tom asked "Would you just like to be reckless and meet up?"
Selina decided she had nothing to lose and agreed.
The following day they arranged to meet in the afternoon for coffee and ice cream in Tom's neighborhood. Selina agreed to park outside his house and they would walk to the coffee shop together.
As soon as Tom opened the front door and greeted Selina as she stood in the driveway, she knew she liked him. He was tall and slim with a swarthy complexion and a soft Scottish accent. He was wearing baggy, light denim jeans, a white t-shirt and a hoodie. "Come in for a minute, I just need to sort the kitchen bin!" he said.
Selina walked up the steps and into his house. He was clean shaven, with cropped light brown hair and he smelled good. His house was untidy and disorganized but clean and smelled fresh. "Sorry I'm getting the electrics done next week so it's a bit upside down." he said from the kitchen as she stood in the hall.
They exchanged niceties about her journey and then as they left to walk to the coffee shop Tom offered Selina to leave her large handbag in the house. "No, it's OK. I'm diabetic so I have to bring all this crap with me everywhere!" she sighed a laugh as she looked up at him. At 6ft, Tom stood towering over Selina but she didn't feel like it was as big a height difference as she'd thought it would be.
They chatted about what they'd got up to that week as they walked to the shop. When they arrived, it was a small place with 4 tables. The lady behind the counter knew Tom and asked after his daughter. Selina felt a bit awkward. She ordered pistachio ice cream and a cappuccino and Tom ordered an Americano then he paid and they sat down. Tom kindly held her ice cream while she checked her blood sugar, guessed the carb content of her food and administered insulin with her pump. "Sorry, I should've asked if you're OK with blood!" she said, not looking at him. "If you aren't just look away."
"I've never been asked that in this context before!" he said. She laughed. "I'm not looking anyway." he said. She introduced him to her insulin pump and explained it's purpose. "Right... sounds complicated." he nodded and frowned.
Selina asked about his job. They talked about stand-up comedians and traveling. He asked Selina about being single, what was her "type" of guy, and they talked about being on the dating apps. Selina felt a little awkward because the place was so small and quiet and she knew the staff knew Tom. She noticed he kept looking towards the door when someone came in. She felt like she couldn't really concentrate to answer or almost didn't want to answer in complete honestly. He asked more about her insulin pump, if she had to wear it all the time and when she explained she only took it off to shower, he asked what happened during sex. She explained she didn't know, she'd not been in that situation before, she was new to the pump and previously used injections.
They talked about relationships and he said he didn't think it was a problem to have sex with someone on the first date, he thought it wasn't a problem if you met someone and there's an attraction and you just collide. His use of the word 'collide' awoke something in Selina. She felt like she didn't care to really get to know this guy very well. There was something about him that made her feel comfortable, completely herself and not bothered to try and make an impression on him. She struggled to pay attention or form proper thoughts as she focused on the profound feeling of this guy just saying he wanted to collide with another person.
He talked frankly about what he found attractive, namely big boobs. Selina joked that she fit the bill. He asked about tattoos and she admitted she had a few, including a 'tramp stamp' which she hated. Tom said he found them sexy. During the conversation he would become distracted almost not paying attention to Selina's words and he would blush. She knew he was thinking about her because he kept glancing at her boobs. Suddenly he asked. "Do you want to come back and watch some TV after?"
Selina agreed, knowing fully that's not what he wanted to do. She wasn't in the habit of going to stranger's houses. In fact she'd never gone home like that with a date before in her life, something she'd always been proud of, but there was a first time for everything.
They walked back to his house and he asked about her previous boyfriends and how they'd managed with her diabetes. Selina told him her last relationship had been with a woman. Tom seemed nervous and admitted he'd never been with a bisexual or a diabetic before. He asked a series of questions about how men compare to women and what are the differences and how does it work. Selina couldn't really answer. She told him it's just a different person, it doesn't matter if they're a man or a woman, sex is different with every individual. Tom was sceptical, he didn't think it was possible to just boil down to 'the individual', he was sure there were much more differences.
When they got back to the house, he took off his coat and shoes and went into the living room. Selina did the same and followed him into the living room. He had switched the telly on and before she even sat down beside him on the sofa he asked if he could lie with his legs on her lap. She agreed and asked him some things about his house. She pulled the footstool over with her feet and they laughed at how long his legs were compared to hers. "I like short girls, as well as big boobs. I should've said that earlier." he said.
"I tick both those boxes!" Selina joked. "Your arms are probably as long as my legs!" she laughed as she patted his legs on her lap.
He stretched his arm across to her and she turned to look at him. Suddenly he shifted on the sofa and kissed her. She kissed him back. He ran his hand up her leg as he slid his tongue into her mouth and started kissing her frantically. She gasped and her breathing became erratic as she felt so overwhelmed with the stimulation. "Are you ok?" he asked as he stopped.
She looked at him and sighed an embassed laugh. "Yes, I just haven't been kissed or touched by anyone for so long!"
He looked at her but didn't say anything and then continued kissing her. He squeezed her right boob "Is that OK?" he asked. She hummed in agreement. He got more confident, lifted her t-shirt, put his hand in her bra and squeezed her boob before lifting it out and sucking her nipple hard. She yelped. "Are they sensitive?" he asked.
She shook her head and tried to catch her breath. "No, I just don't really like it." she replied.
He lifted her left leg up with his left arm and his hand found its way between her legs. As they kissed more, he stroked up her leg and tried to undo her trousers. "Help!" he said with a chuckle. She giggled and undid her trousers and he reached his hand down into her pants and felt her wetness. She sighed into his mouth and her nails teased his neck and up into his hair. "Shall we go upstairs?" he asked.
Selina agreed and quickly told him she had surgery scars on her stomach. He said he was OK with that then he got off the sofa quickly and ran upstairs. Selina got up and walked towards the stairs. "Have you got condoms?" she shouted upstairs.
"I'm just checking in the drawer." he replied.
She made her way upstairs and followed the rustling noise into his bedroom. It was a mess; the bed was unmade, there was a pile of washing on the floor, the wallpaper had been stripped back on one wall and the bare plaster was exposed. For a split second she thought about leaving. "I've got lube and condoms." he said before taking his jeans and pants off faster than she'd ever seen anyone undress before.
"Take your socks...ohh!" she chuckled looking to see he was already ahead of her. He threw himself back on the bed and watched as she took her clothes off.
"Now let me see these amazing boobs." he said with a drawl.
She took off her bra and felt very shy and exposed. "How is this gonna work?" he asked, nodding towards her pump in a pouch round her waist.
