Just want to thank Toger65 for editing this for me. It was good to get a second set of eyes on the story and to address my many formatting issues.
I hope you enjoy the story. I have no intentions at this point of continuing it, preferring to leave it open ended, but who knows what the future will bring.
The door opens almost as soon as he presses the doorbell and a pleasant female voice rings out, "What took you so long? I thought you lived... Oh!" Her blue eyes open wide in surprise as she sees him.
He recognizes her from her profile, though her picture was obviously chosen to be flattering. Her blonde hair is a bit darker, leaning more towards dirty-blonde and doesn't have the same silky appearance. Her face, more round and she has a few blemishes on her cheeks and jaw. Without the makeup, her lips look less full, her brown eyes less striking. She's still pretty, but not as pretty as he'd been expecting. He tries to keep the disappointment from his face. After all, she
is
good looking. He tries to tell himself his expectations were set too high.
"Sorry, I stopped to get you these." He says offering the bouquet of flowers he's holding and which had been the cause of her surprise.
"Come in, come in." She says and he does. "How sweet! I love flowers." She says with a smirk as she puts them up to her nose to inhale their sweetness.
The smirk isn't a great look for her. It makes her look petty. He's trying not to judge but he's nervous meeting her for the first time and he can't help himself.
"Brad, right?" She asks sweetly. "Melony. Call me Mel. Nice to meet you for reals!" She giggles and holds out her hand, which he takes briefly, hoping his hands aren't too clammy. Her hand is soft and warm and she has surprising strength to her grip.
"Take a seat while I take care of these."
She stands on her toes, stretches her face up and kisses him full on the lips then, as if nothing had happened, gestures to one of a pair of bar stools placed at the raised kitchen counter. He's taken aback by the kiss. She was only the third match he'd ever gotten and the first who'd wanted to meet him. It had only taken about 15 minutes of texting before she'd send that fateful message,
I'm bored of being home all alone on a weekend. Want to hang out?
Of course he had and so they'd arranged for him to come over. They'd just met. The kiss had been more than a peck. It had felt more intimate than that.
In a bit of shock, he stares as she walks to the back of the kitchen. She's wearing a cut off white t-shirt that exposes her stomach and jean shorts that leave most of her toned and tanned legs exposed. She stands on her tip toes again stretching over the top of the refrigerator as she attempts to reach a vase. As she lifts her arms, the shirt pulls up revealing the underside of her small breasts. He hurriedly looks away, embarrassed. She's obviously not wearing a bra.
Thinking she probably doesn't want him ogling her, he allows his gaze to sweep around the apartment. It's very small. The entry opens into a small sitting area immediately in front of a tiny kitchenette. To the right is a large room that appears to be both living room and bedroom. A large bed sits on the far side of the room, covered in a fluffy white comforter and lots of pillows, mostly with flowers on them he notes congratulating himself. The other end of the room has a cheap small couch facing away from the bed and towards the only window, a television sitting on a small stand in front of it. A couple of dressers line the walls. A dark doorway sits in the far wall facing the bed. He assumes it must be the bathroom or a closet.
"I know, it's small." She says as she returns to the counter in front of him with a vase and some scissors. "I love living downtown and all, but this is all I can afford." She looks up at him and smiles. The smile lights up her face and he smiles back.
The entire apartment is spotless. The counters are clean and meticulously arranged. The walls are decorated modestly but tastefully with pictures and adornments. The bedding and pillows look flawlessly arranged. The apartment smells clean and flowery. He gets the impression that the state of her apartment isn't due to his visit, but that this is just her. His gaze lingers on her as she's arranging the flowers in the vase, meticulous in every detail, every movement.
Had he really thought she wasn't pretty? The more he sees her, the more he appreciates her. Maybe it was his nervousness, he thinks, fight or flight and all that. More flight than fight in his case he admits to himself bitterly.
Done with the flowers, she places them on the counter where they can be seen and walks out of the kitchen.
"Did you want to go out like that?" He asks, slightly embarrassed as he notices her nipples poking through the fabric of her t-shirt. "It's a bit cold out."
"Out?" She laughs. "What did you have in mind?" Her face shows both incredulity and impishness as she asks.
Feeling foolish, he responds, "I thought you said you were bored of being at home. I figured we could go out. A movie, lunch, something..."
Her tinkling laugh fills the air, sounding both amused and patronizing. "I said I was bored of being home
alone
." She grins wickedly as she lowers her chin and gives him a penetrating glare. "I want to fuck." He shuffles nervously as she steps forward and presses her body against his. "Don't you want to fuck me?" she breaths huskily at him. Her arms snake around him pulling their bodies close. Her face is turned up to his expectantly, as if for a kiss, but he pulls back.
Her face falls and she loosens her grip. She looks angry and upset now. "C'mon, it's a hookup! Did you really think we were going to date or something? Am I not pretty enough for you?!" Her hand snakes down stroking his crotch and he jumps, an almost terrified shriek escaping from his lips.
She steps back, confused. "Are you okay?" she asks. "I'm sorry. I just figured, you know... Swipe, fuck, leave? You know?"
He stammers, his face is burning as he blushes uncontrollably. "I-I-I'm s-sorry. I just... um..."
"Don't you want to... I mean... I don't really feel like going out. You're cute..." She reaches out a hand and massages his arm softly. "I mean, c'mon", she grins seductively, "I'm here, I'm willing... you are obviously interested...", her eyes flick to the bulge in his pants. "Don't you want to get laid?"
He stammers more, but can't answer. Of course he wants to get laid. That had been his secret fantasy when he'd installed the dating app on his phone, but he truly never thought it would happen and not like this. Not so... sudden.
A look of wonderment comes over her face as she watches his puzzled, troubled expressions and she puts all the clues together. "You have had sex before right?" She obviously knows the answer even before he flinches and looks away. His face is on fire now and he feels like making a dash for the door.
"How sweet!" She exclaims clapping her hands lightly in front of her, "How sweet. Look, it's nothing to be ashamed of." she says as she senses his discomfort. Concerned, she puts a hand on his arm, comforting him. The slight pressure of her hand on his arm holds him in place, unable to escape.
She's not helping. This is just making him feel worse. Her arms wrap around him again and she pulls him close.
"I'm still willing if you are." She whispers up at him huskily. Her lips are so close to his face he can feel the heat from her breath. He opens his eyes, unaware he'd shut them, and looks down at her. As her face comes into focus, she leans up and brushes her lips against his seductively. "Really, I am."
Her eyes hold his and he can't look away. She takes his silence as assent and begins to pull him towards the bed. He goes reluctantly at first and she pulls him through the room towards the darkened doorway.
"I've got an idea."
The mischievous look on her face almost scares him away, but he feels committed now. She turns him so he backs into the darkened room. It is a bathroom and after a few steps, he feels the toilet seat as it presses against the back of his legs.
"Sit." She orders and he does so mechanically.