(Hello gentle reader. Thank you for reading my stories. This one is back to the original formula when there is some sex between "Romeo" and his neighbor. I hope you enjoy it and please vote at the end. I appreciate it.)
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The one weird thing about my neighbor and I is that we had never been on a "date". I know that sounds weird because we went to the fair together. However, we had never been on a date in our town. We had never gone out to eat, never seen a movie together. Trust me, I tried. There had been times where I have tried to take her somewhere and we get...distracted.
When she asked me where we wanted to eat, it took every ounce of control to not blurt out something about staying home again. Instead, I asked about this Asian place in town. In my mind, I knew she loved Asian cuisine. She looked at me and smiled before she grabbed her purse.
"Okay, Romeo, you're driving."
As I went to get my keys, I thought about what we were about to do and smiled. I needed this. I needed a simple date. I met her at my car and opened the door for her like a gentleman. She smiled at me, looking a bit skeptical like I was up to something. Still, I will take a smile. I started driving us to the restaurant as we made small talk. We talked about a bunch of stuff before we arrived at the restaurant.
The place we selected was a quaint spot in the outskirts of town. She always talked about getting an Uber Eats from there and enjoying the food. As we sat down, I noticed the décor. They were just starting to open after the pandemic, and it was not too busy. As I looked at the menu, I looked over and saw her smiling at me. She opened her mouth before she pointed at the menu.
"Don't choose that one," she said.
I looked at where she was pointing.
"Why?"
"Because then we're not kissing tonight. I'm allergic, remember?"
I did remember. Since it was the first time in a while at that place, I went with the chicken fried rice. I will be honest that I do not remember what she ordered. All I remembered from the meal was that I was with her, and we had a great time. As we paid the check and tipped, I looked at her.
"Is there...anywhere else you want to go tonight?"
She looked at me. She was more relaxed than earlier.
"Is that club still down the street? You know, the one that does live music?"
I was not sure. We got in the car and started driving as we tried to navigate where it was. When we finally found it, we noticed it was open and it was not busy yet. We parked the car and was ready to get out before I felt her hand on my face. She turned me towards her and there was a soft kiss before she spoke.
"I have not gone dancing in a long time. Hubby was not much of a dancer. Think you can keep up, Romeo?"
I smiled before leaning in for another kiss. She left me hanging. We walked into the club and saw that it was just getting good. As we walked towards the bar, she reached back and grabbed my hand. I took her hand gladly and followed her until we found an open spot. Since I was driving, I chose a coke. Her drink was a Sex on the Beach. We took our drinks and found a table in the corner to sit down in.
"I love my margaritas. But this is good too," she said.
I smiled at her.
"Is that a hint that maybe I should up my bartending game at home then?"
She returned the smile, then leaned in for a kiss. It was just as intoxicating as the fair except her hand reached around and pulled me in.
"No, your drinks are perfect."
The music started getting a bit more thumpy as she took my hand. We went out to the dance floor, and I was treated to her dancing. Dancing is not one of my strong suits, but I just followed her as much as I could. There was another faster song before the slow song came on. My hands went to her hips as hers went around my neck. I looked into her eyes and saw the sparkle.
"What cha thinking?" she asked, her words slurring a little bit.
"I'm thinking how much I want to go back to our corner and make out. Is that bad?"
She kissed me again, a bit deeper than before. As she pressed back, she lowered her hands until they were on the small of my back.
"It's hard to believe you want to slow dance with an old broad like me," she whispered.
I leaned in for another kiss.
"You're not an old broad. You are a classic lady who wants to be held and I like that."
My arms held her tighter as the song ended. I led her back to our table before motioning for a waitress to bring us another round. She moved to my side of the table and sided in close to me so I could hold her. As we cuddled each other, the drinks arrived, and I tipped the waitress. As she walked away, my neighbor watched her.
