When you're a single guy in your 30's looking for a girlfriend, where do you turn?
In my case, I turned to the Internet. Thanks to the measures put into place by the new administration, the feared second and third waves of COVID had been effectively controlled, and the country had finally been fully reopened in July 2021. Thus, when I found a suitable woman online and corresponded with her for a bit, we could actually go on dates in public when we met in meatspace.
It was our first actual meeting. She was 37, which made her just slightly older than me. But she looked about ten years younger. She had managed to somehow stay fit, trim and toned, whereas I was gradually losing muscle mass and just starting to develop a slight bit of belly. My hair was also starting to thin slightly and a few strands of white were mixing with the black. Her shoulder-length wavy red hair wasn't dyed and didn't have a single strand of gray in it.
"I used a fake name on the dating app," she said. "My actual name is Katherine Wake. But my friends call me Kitty."
"Kitty," I repeated. "That's a nice name. I'm Dennis, just like the app said."
"Shall we head for the coffee shop now?" Kitty grinned.
We had agreed to meet at the park and have our first date at the local cafe. Public areas, so if either of us got an "off" vibe, we would be able to quickly get out. I was expecting some light conversation and with luck, a second date next weekend if we hit it off. I've noticed that men who expect sex on a first date are often disappointed.
"Absolutely. I like their pastries."
"You're smart to keep your expectations for this date realistic. I'm sure we'll eventually have sex, but there's no need to rush into it."
I didn't recall saying that out loud. Well, maybe I had muttered it under my breath: she was walking right next to me and would have heard it if I did.
We'd already asked and answered online all the usual first-date questions. We were both low-level grunts at our respective companies, mere office drones. Kitty and I had both lived in this large city all our lives, but at opposite ends: we had both recently moved close to the center of it so we could be closer to our workplaces, and now we lived 10 minutes from each other by foot, 2 minutes by car. Neither of us had any relatives particularly close. We both had been primarily devoted to work, but were now wanting to actually make time for romance.
Kitty had decided against having kids after a doctor when she was a teen had discovered a rare medical condition where if she ever got pregnant, there was about a 90% chance that she would die trying to carry the pregnancy to term. So she had an immediate oophorectomy and hysterectomy as a precaution. I had agreed that was the right thing to do.
We ordered our food and our beverages, collected them, and found a table.
"I'm very glad to finally meet you in person, Kitty. You have a pretty smile."
And you're the prettiest woman I've ever dated, I thought to myself.
"Thanks. All the other women you've ever dated must have been uggos. There's nothing special about me."
Did I say my thoughts under my breath again?
"I beg to differ. You're gorgeous by any standard. And you're very sweet."
"Flatterer."
"That's not flattery, it's the unvarnished truth."
"Don't be so modest. You deserve a Pulitzer for that story. But you are doing a good job of impressing me enough to go on another date after this."
Our second date was flying kites in the park and chatting. Kitty appreciated the fact I wasn't trying to rush her.
"I do bad things to people who try and pressure me, Dennis. Whoever trained you how to properly court a woman did a damn good job."
"Um, I don't think anyone in particular `trained' me. I basically learned by watching my male friends fuck things up and filing away in my mind what NOT to do."
"Ah. A classic method, learn from everyone else's mistakes."
After our third date - listening to a concert in the park - Kitty let me walk her home. She even gave me a good-night kiss.
"That was an amazing kiss, Kitty. I feel almost compelled to stay with you."
"Tempting. But we'll wait three more dates before I actually invite you into my lair."
We had lunch together the next weekend. We attended a movie we both wanted to see. And the third date evening - a Friday - we made a fire balloon.
"You've been very patient. And you know something? Women are horny too. I almost moved it up one weekend because I've been eager to get my hands on your body."
She locked the door of her modest house behind her as we entered. After a fast tour, we made pit stops, stripped, and climbed onto her bed.
"How about we start with another kiss, Dennis?"
I gently wrapped my arms around her and held her against me. Our lips touched. It was just as amazing as our good-night kisses.
Kitty was the one who tried to deepen the kiss. I happily opened my mouth to let in her tongue. She welcomed mine, and we spent a long moment twining tongues. I felt like I never wanted to let her go.
"Kitty, that is the most amazing kiss I've ever had."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it."
She slid her body upwards slightly. I kissed her neck, making her giggle. Her arms were now also holding me, gently but securely. I felt completely at peace.
I moved my lips downwards, towards the top of her chest. She made happy sounds. I slowly kissed her flesh, tracing a pattern that ended at the top of her cleavage. Her breasts weren't particularly big - probably a B cup - but they were firm and fit her frame well.
I ventured between them. Her body seemed to shiver.
"You know how to make a woman feel good."
I kissed through her cleavage, then took one of her nipples in my mouth. Her grip tightened and she pulled me very close against her.
"Keep going."
I suckled and use the tip of my tongue to flicker over her nipple. Then I switched to her other breast and gave that one the same treatment.
"Mmmmmmm. I have an idea."
"What idea?" My voice was muffled slightly by her tit-flesh.
"We should 69."
In about five seconds, I was lying on my back and Kitty's pussy was resting against my tongue. She leaned forward and took the head of my already-hard cock into her mouth.
"I'm ready, Kitty."