"Come on! I think you'll really like him!" Allie repeated down the phone. "Brad introduced me to him at the Christmas party, he's cute." She continued, "oooh and he's a total geek, like you!"
"Thanks, I love you too!" I sighed.
"You know what I mean hon, you have a lot in common." She says. "Plus you haven't gotten laid in forever, maybe you'll get lucky!"
I roll my eyes, she was right about that. "Alright fine, I'll go but you better be there if I need an emergency text!"
"Of course I will! Oooh I'm excited now, I want all the details." She says before hanging up. That it, I've agreed to go out for a meal with someone I've never met. My best friend Allie's husband Brad's friend from work.
Two days later, I'm showering before my date nervous as hell. I don't know anything about this guy, he could be a serial killer. I tell the voice in my head to shut up, anyone could be a serial killer, especially considering some of the guys I've dated in the past haven't exactly been 'sane'.
I shut off the water and step out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel and heading to my bedroom. A David Bowie poster takes up one whole wall in my room, the wall opposite has a Doctor Who poster and a Stranger Things poster on it. I make a mental note to grow up a bit and take them down.
I sit on the edge of my bed, shivering from nerves. Maybe I should have a self induced orgasm, maybe that would relieve the nerves. I decide that would be the best course of action and lay back on the bed. My mind forming pictures, my imagination starting to make a fantasy. I open my legs slightly and touch myself, my freshly shaved pussy still wet from the shower making my fingers slide over it easier.
I spread myself open with my index and ring fingers, my middle finger rubbing gentle circles around my clit. I feel the juices start to flow as my imagination takes over. I rub harder as my orgasm builds, my other hand gripping my left breast and playing with my nipple. The orgasm hits me much quicker than usual, the tension and nerves slipping away.
I clean myself up and continue getting ready, deciding on a simple black dress and heels for my date. I blow dry and straighten my hair, an easy style that doesn't take too long. I keep my make up light, I don't want to cake it on just in case I do get lucky. Make up all over his clothes or sheets won't do, plus he might freak out if I end up a different person once it all comes off.
I'm at the restaurant ten minutes early, our reservation is for 7:30. I wait outside for him, several guys hitting on me while I wait. By 7:40 I grow impatient and head inside to be seated. I give the hostess my name and she tells me that the other member of my party has already arrived.
She walks me over to the table, you stand as we approach. You must be around six feet tall, if not taller, wearing black slacks and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing off your tattoos. I take the seat opposite you, introducing myself.
"Sam" I offer my hand for you to shake, you take my hand and kiss it.
"Drew" you reply, looking me in the eye. There's a glint in your green eyes that I've seen before, you're glad you came.
"Sorry if I seem late, I was waiting outside. Allie didn't tell me we were meeting inside"
"No it's my fault, I was here early. I've been quite eager to meet you. Brad showed me your tumblr, your writing is incredible." You say, a mischievous smile crossing your face.
"Oh..." I blush. "Thank you."
The waiter comes over to take our drink order, you order a rum and coke and I order an iced tea. He hands us both a menu and goes off to get our drinks.
We talk for a while, various topics, all geek related. Allie was right about us having a lot in common. The more we talk, the bigger the attraction grows. I find myself turning a little girly, flirting badly.
"I'm really sorry, I'm bad at flirting." I apologise, my cheeks growing red.
"I'm glad the attraction isn't one sided. To be honest I'm so busy looking into your gorgeous eyes I hadn't noticed the bad flirting." You laugh.
I blush, "thank you." I feel you looking at me, making me suddenly self conscious.
"Sam... I'm really sorry for being blunt but..." the waiter comes over with the cheque interrupting you.
As he leaves I place my hand on top of yours, "I want to fuck you too!" You throw a stack of bills on the tray and get up from your seat, taking my hand. Walking me towards the bathroom.
"I can't wait... I need you now!" You say as we enter the bathroom. You pull me into a stall and lock the door behind us. You kiss me, urgently, as if I'm going to run away. I kiss you back, my arms around your neck. You push me against the door and reach under my dress, pulling my panties down and spreading my legs, hooking one over your shoulder as you kneel down. Your tongue flicks over my already wet pussy, teasing my clit, your beard tickling me. I groan and grab your head, pulling you closer. You take my clit between your lips and suck gently, my juices gush onto your waiting tongue.
You eat me for a few more minutes, making me cum twice. Before my legs shake too much for me to stand so I pull you up for a kiss, tasting myself on your kiss before kneeling down in front of you. I undo your pants, taking hold of your hard cock. Kissing the tip before flicking my tongue over you.
My tongue running from the tip, underneath all the way down to your balls and back up again. I repeat that again, wiggling my tongue on your balls this time. You moan and precum leaks from your cock, I take your head in my mouth and suck hard, savouring your flavour.
