Chapter Two: My First Date
Colleen was the prettiest woman I had ever seen, a real knock-out. She had big brown eyes, pug nose and tiny mouth with plush lips. Her lips, as well as her nails, were always bright red. Her face was framed with thick golden hair she wore in a rather wild style. Her skin was soft, creamy and fair, with few freckles. Her complexion was clear and glowing with vitality. She had a figure that compelled perverts and introverts to act out their fantasies on the spot. It kept me excited and more.
I would come to appreciate more every day, how perfectly shaped Colleen was and how well cared for. I would find her body always available to me and always on display. It attracted men like magnates do metal, like candle light do moths. It was young, firm and breathtaking. It was meant to be treated with love, petted and cuddled constantly. It was created to carry feminine adornment and take sexual abuse. It was meant for the cruelest dreams of the most perverted. It was shapely and round all over, the most stimulating object I'd ever beheld outside of a dirty magazine. I figured to be dreaming where I spend most my time, and I didn't wish to wake up. I never could separate dreams from reality anyway.
I felt as if we were expected from the moment we entered the restaurant. Colleen took my hand and guided me through a thin crowd of mostly men. They turned toward her as we passed and all sported grins most devious. She was squeezed into a tiny dress that purposely accented her voluptuous figure, in the most provocative way. It was the color of a clear winter sky at noon and fit her body like a coat of paint, water colors. She was without bra and walked with her chest out, her bosom in the air. She was very proud of her bust, quite presumptuous and brazen as hell. Her breasts stuck out a foot from her body and were crowned with large aureole, capped with thick nipples. Like everyone else, I couldn't help staring, though I didn't like being caught. The nipples were not only thick, but hard and very long. So long in fact, they threatened to burst through the flimsy material.
Colleen allowed her breasts to brush and bump against men as we moved. I could have sworn to have seen men grab them as we passed. Other women were openly perturbed and did little to disguise their hatred. Here was a woman torn from the pages of a naughty magazine, a vixen, lewd and lovable, turning the heads of their men. She was ogled openly by every guy in the place and I could tell she reveled in the admiration. The men made plenty of crude comments and bold advances Colleen really enjoyed. She led me to a booth in a darkened corner and pushed me into the seat. Then she followed me in and I was cornered, treed, trapped. She pushed me back as far as she could and pushed against me. Two drinks arrived with a smiling waitress, who promptly disappeared. Colleen picked up her glass and I followed suit. She tapped them together.
"Salute," she said. She took a drink and I followed suit. I choked on the first sip.
"Wh......"
"Bourbon. It's bourbon and you'll get to like it. Now finish that one and have another," Colleen coaxed with words and tacit sensations. I'd never say 'no' to Colleen and it didn't take long to finish another. I forgot about my mom.
I was drunk for the first time in my life and loved it. I was sitting with the prettiest woman I'd ever seen. I felt like a king with Colleen as queen, the luckiest man on earth and I felt like another drink. I was also more nervous then I'd ever been and could only bring myself to glance at Colleen once in awhile. When I found her looking away, I stared till it hurt, or until caught. I struggled to etch her features into my memory as I could. Never had my penis been so aroused and he was making things most uncomfortable. Colleen talked with me and asked questions I felt obligated to answer.
