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."
