17: Tuesday, July 14, 1800 hours CST: Berte's Ordinary Date
By the time Khushi had left, it was time for Zach to get ready for his date with Berte. He put on a fancy suit and a nice matching tie. He had barely enough time to get over to Berte's room to pick her up.
Berte greeted Zach at her door, looked him in the eyes, and said, "A few more things." She was wearing a thigh length black dress that gripped her short body and voluptuous breasts and hips tightly. The front of her dress had an oval cutout below the neck. Through it he had a bulging, tantalizing peek at her ample D-cup cleavage. His eyes locked on that feature, and he felt his cock pressurize in his pants. She slipped on black flats. She ran into her bathroom and fussed with her makeup. He was mesmerized by her naked back and the slight wiggle of her ass as she fussed in the mirror. She grabbed her black clutch and was ready. "How do you like my dress?" she asked.
Zach texted her five eggplant emojis and five hearts.
"Speechless, huh?" Berte texted. "Alexis helped me buy it today."
"I was in a rush today because of my work."
"She measured me and we picked the dress on a website."
"She drove to the store and bought it for me."
"She's so sweet!"
"Thank God for Alexis," said Zach. "She's a gift."
"That's a good idea," texted Berte.
"You talk and I'll text."
"You're too slow at texting."
"I'll talk," replied Zach. "Except emojis." He sent Berte another eggplant and heart. They drove in his car to Mercutio's. He had reserved a booth in the back for an intimate dinner. "My idea for tonight was to take you on a regular date I would take any girlfriend on. But you're much more special than a regular girlfriend to me, my love."
"Would this be a regular fourth date? This is our fourth," Berte texted.
"We spent the night together on our first date," Zach said. "That usually doesn't happen until the third date or later."
"Okay, so this is like a sixth date," Berte texted.
"Our relationship is moving faster than that," said Zach. "Tenth date, at least."
"I like it!" texted Berte. As they ordered, the waiter discreetly checked her out. Once the waiter left, Zach scooted up close to her and they tussled, lips locked, tongues lashing, and hands roving. Their food arrived. As they were eating their food, her curves and cleavage mesmerized him. She looked off into the distance or at her plate. It was quiet between them, which he found very refreshing. Usually dates were a storm of chatter. He sat and stared openly with amazement and joy at this luscious young woman as she looked around.
After Mercutio's, they went to The Ziggurat, a dance club that played soft jazz. There were only a few couples dancing. They took a few turns on the dance floor. They sat and texted. It was perfect. Zach didn't want to talk over the music any more than Berte did. A man came up to her and asked her to dance. She looked at Zach. He nodded, so she got up and danced with the man. Zach got excited watching her sway to the music. Her breasts and hips moved sinuously, and he watched the muscles in her back work as she danced. She was some serious eye candy. It was hard to enjoy the sight of her fully while dancing up close to her. Watching her, he knew why the man was compelled to ask her to dance. She was mesmerizing. During the next song, another man cut in to dance with her, and after that song, another. At the end of the third song, she returned to the table.
The living room of Zach's apartment had ceiling to floor windows. A beautiful high rise view of downtown Houston was laid out before them. "I know I'm not supposed to take people here," he said. "I wanted this to be an entirely normal date so that you can learn more about me." He sat with Berte on his couch. They looked at the lights of the city. They kissed passionately. He offered her sparkling cider and cookies, but nothing stronger, since they were launching tomorrow. As they kissed, Zach took the straps off Berte's shoulders. He unclasped her bra in the front, and released her beautiful boobs. They were big D's for such a short woman. She was stocky, fit, and curvy, so they looked perfect for her body. As he released them, they sprung high and firm. He was reminded of how young this accomplished scientist actually was, only 22 years old.
He was jarred a bit when she spoke up with her voice. She asked, "Is this when you'd like me to give you an eye job again?" She was asking if she should make eye contact with him as they'd discussed.
"This would be a great time to do it, and to speak versus text as well. I had a great time watching you in this beautiful dress at the restaurant and the dance place. You make me hard, Berte." Zach got on his knees in front of her on the couch and spread her legs. She was wearing black panties. They looked into each other's eyes. Every once in a while she would blink, turn away, and look into his eyes again. When not busy kissing, her mouth was twisted up in what he interpreted as a look of excitement. He sucked a good bit of her left breast into his mouth.
She cried out, "It's hard to... I'm excited, Zach, my lover. You like them? My breasts? Oh! Feels good!"
Zach, mouth buried in tit and sucking hard, gave Berte a thumbs up and closed his eyes in enjoyment. They stayed that way for a while, in a hug, with eyes closed, him suckling, her cradling his head. He spent ten minutes nursing on each breast and relaxing completely against her. She was calm while holding him close. It was sensual bliss for them. He roused and unlatched when he felt done. He told her, "I've been waiting to do that since the moment we met. It seemed like something always came up to distract me."
"Your penis! HAH!" giggled Berte.
"Good one!" said Zach. He knelt on the floor between Berte's legs and hugged her legs.
"Is it customary to suck a woman's breasts on the tenth date?" Berte asked.
"I don't schedule it that exactly. It's something I like to do. It's not a normal thing. I feel shy about it. I won't do it unless I feel comfortable with the woman. How has the evening been for you so far?" asked Zach.
"Good!" Berte said, and then texted, "It was challenging at the dance place."
"It's so wonderful to see what you're used to."
"It tells me things about your personality."
"Dancing with those strangers was challenging."
"I was giving them eye contact so they wouldn't get nervous."
"I think one thought I was flirting with him."
"His hand got lower and lower and touched my bottom"
"during the second dance."
"I didn't know what else to do,"
"so I moved a bit away from him."
"I didn't see that," Zach said. "Did he frighten you?"
"No. I think he was trying to please me."
"That's an improvement over men in the past."
"He had a kind look," Berte texted.
"Men desire you Berte. A man would have to be dead to not want you desperately," Zach said.
"That may be true at a distance," Berte conceded by text,
"But then they start trying to talk to me."
"They don't want me for a girlfriend anymore."
"Since I turned 18, I've been interested in having a boyfriend."
"I feel very attracted to boys."
"Lucky me," said Zach when he read this.
Berte continued by text, "I want to have babies and raise a family."
"However, men before you haven't been interested in being my boyfriend."
"Their loss," said Zach. "I'm so happy we're together. I love you so much."
Berte looked straight into Zach's eyes and enthused with her speaking voice, "Me too!"
From his position sitting between Berte's legs, Zach reached gently for her panties. He pulled them down and off. He folded them, always the orderly surgeon, and put them on the coffee table. She was wet and open, and her blonde muff was standing at attention. In sympathy, he felt his cock come to full attention in his pants. He hiked up her dress and nuzzled her unruly blonde pudendum fur. He huffed her marvelous scent like a bear at a honey tree. Her smell was wonderful. She smelled like teriyaki steak, and aircraft, and rich earth. She smelled like excitement and anticipation, too, and a healthy dose of absolutely irresistible. With a loving touch, he spread her legs out on the couch and gently rubbed her inner thighs. He licked her yummy open wet vulva. Immediately she made a sound that suggested she thought this was a good idea too. She tasted even better than she smelled. She breathed deeply into her pleasure as he licked and kissed here and there on her vulva. She grabbed his hair, reproducing the way he had grabbed hers with high pressure but no pain. It felt wonderful to him as he was licking. He remembered licking her that one previous time in her room on base; she liked horizontal licks across her hood. He brushed the top of her clitoris with the slick bottom of his tongue and licked in horizontal strokes. She grunted and bucked gently towards his mouth. He slowly moved down to directly stimulate her clitoris with the smooth side of his tongue. As she grew more excited, he switched to the rough side of his tongue. The bucking quickly became more and more pronounced until she was grinding her vulva with abandon on his mouth. She climaxed explosively and shook with a "haaAAH!" He softened his tongue and explored her newly. The only previous time he had gotten his mouth on her, he'd only licked her to one solid orgasm. They had been pressed for time. This time he lavished his oral attentions on her. He brought her to half a dozen ever more excited orgasms. Finally, she couldn't take any more and backed away from his tongue.
Zach was urgent from smelling and tasting Berte for this nice long time and witnessing her rapturous orgasms. He hastily pulled off his shoes, pants, and boxer briefs. He lifted her off the top of the couch and put her on the seat. He lubed up his cock from the bottle on the side table, and speared her urgently. She was folded up on herself in the soft couch while he pounded down into her. His forehead rested on the back of the couch. He saw the strain of pleasure on her face. He watched her breasts galloping with every thrust. He thirstily inhaled the smell of new spicy wet wafting up out of her from his churning thrusts. He reveled in the feel of his hips smacking at the taut excitement between her legs. Her sweet young near-virgin quim clipped his penis slickly and with amazement. She whimpered up to her orgasm, "Huh... huh... huh... huh... AAAAAHUH!" He pounded into her relentlessly. He already felt his excitement building. He was hoping to be able to wait until her next climax. He wanted to ejaculate into her while she was sucking it in hard. It was wonderful to see the sweet innocent girl so transformed. The pearlescent skin of her face, neck, and chest flushed with a rosy blush. Her enigmatic smile had turned into a whimpering grimace of lusty excitement. "Zach! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh! Ah... huh... huh!" She looked up at him with her bright sky blue eyes, and they locked eyes as she came, "AAAAHUH!!"
Holding eye contact, Zach followed, "RAHHHH!" Aftershocks shook Berte's body like a rag doll as his cum poured into her. They strained eye to eye and cock buried in vagina, locked. As they relaxed together into stillness, her eyes looked sharply away and closed. "Do you believe I love you?" Zach asked.
"Yes," Berte said simply. She resumed that Mona Lisa grin of hers, picked up her phone, and tapped away. "I've made several innovations," she texted. Zach slid out his softening cock. He put a hand towel on her opening to staunch the flow of cum.
"I've been teaching myself to climax noisily."
"Since I made noise when you made love to me and we liked it."
"Plus Alexis told me you seem to like talking and noise a lot."
"I've been using Jill to practice getting noisy."
"Alexis taught me that men like to hear their name, so I did that this time."
"Alexis taught me it helps nice men like you to say 'yes,' so that you know I want it."
"But I lost my senses and had to cum."
"But it felt right to scream really a lot those times."
"I remembered to look at your eyes to make you climax in me."
"It felt powerful, seducing you with my eyes."
"Was it a good eye job for you?"
"Your eye job made me cum really hard!" Zach said, reading Berte's sweet text messages. He looked at her beautiful glowing face as she was still looking comfortably at her phone. "I love looking straight into each other's eyes as we orgasm together," he added. Her eyes flickered up momentarily to meet his then returned to her screen. He asked her, "How did you like the licking? We had time for me to do a good job."
Berte texted, "The cunnilingus was a brand new thrill and good the time before."
"This time it was the best thing ever!" Some emojis followed this.
"I went up and up and up and up."
"It may even be better than fucking!"
"But they're so different, and they each have their fine qualities."
"I'm afraid poor Jill is a pale comparison."
Zach said. "Now you know why men love your deep throat and your boob jobs so much. There's nothing to compare to oral. And sadly there are no Jills for men. We only have our hand. It's fine, but a good blowjob is infinitely better. Fucking is better than blowjobs, I think, but like you said, each has its unique and wonderful qualities."
