She stared down at her lap, nervous beyond believe. She couldn't believe they were already going on their 3rd date, it was all going so quickly. Nia was a shy African American woman, raised by a conservative family that told her she shouldn't ever have sex before she married a man. She wanted to listen, and it had been going pretty well until she met Darius, a muscular older man with hazel eyes that destroyed her every time she looked at him. He was kind and loving, and seemed to care about her more than anyone ever had. She loved how sure he was of his own career, his own intelligence, and his personality and looks, and his confidence attracted her tremendously.
She was now sitting in her room, leaning back against her bed as she waited for the text to tell her he was leaving. He was always punctual, which was something else she really liked about him. They met a few months ago from one of her work parties. He was part of a different department, so she'd only seen him a few times throughout her years of working with the company. They had hit it off immediately, and she had given him her number without a second thought, feeling completely giddy over him. Her major hesitation regarding him was that he was much older than her, and though it didn't matter that much, he was also much more experienced sexually, and she hadn't been able to muster the courage to tell him that she was a virgin. Not yet.
She had spent the afternoon trying to find a dress suitable for the occasion, and ended up with a frilly yellow dress that went with her complexion quite well. She swirled around in it, studying her body critically. She had large breasts, a small waist and a large hip and butt, it made guys pay attention to her when she walked by, but her shy personality typically put them off. She was the reading type, not the partying type. Though that was probably why she got along with Darius, as he was way more mature than guys her age.
Her thoughts were still racing through her mind when a knock came at the door. She ran downstairs immediately, grabbing her bag on the way as she did. She pulled the door open, shocked to see Darius standing there. "Hey!" She said, her eyes wide. "What are you doing here? You usually text first."
"Are you not excited to see me?" He asked, his voice deep and husky as he studied her body.
"Of course I'm excited." She smiled. "I'm just shocked, that's all."
"Well, I figured I would stop you from worrying so much and just show up before I said I would, because we both know you've been ready for an hour now." He winked.
She blushed furiously. "How did you know??" She asked, he seemed to always be able to read her mind.
"I know you." He replied. She finally had time to study his outfit. A sleek black leather jacket on top of a simple V-neck t-shirt and jeans. She wondered if she was over dressed. He looked absolutely stunning though, and she felt a jolt as she realized how desperately she wanted to touch him. She's never felt like that about a man before.
He reached his arm out for her to link, and she followed his lead, closing the door behind her and locking it. She was shocked to find that his car wasn't parked out front, like it had been on their other two dates, and that he had somehow walked here. "Where's your car?" She asked, confused. Were they going to bus to their date?
"It's a surprise." He replied, and led her down her street, turning to the left to where she knew the forest was. She had taken walks down there countless times, specifically when she needed to clear her mind. But she had never told Darius that, so what was he doing? They walked into the forest, and he began to make conversation, asking her about her day despite the fact that they had been texting each other like crazy the entire day, and have been since the day they met.
She babbled on about the book she was currently reading, and he nodded, listening to her every word. They arrived at a clearing, and she gasped when she saw a checkered blanket with food and drinks and a picnic basket laying on top, waiting for them. She looked left and right, expecting someone else to be there. He chuckled at her response, and she looked up, saying, "wait, is this for us?"
"Yes." He replied. "Do you like it?"
She blushed furiously. "Seriously? You did all this for me?" He nodded. "No one's ever done something so nice for me before."
"You deserve it." He replied, and sat down on the blanket, lifting up a champagne glass as he nodded his head for her to follow him. She sat down on the blanket as well, and grinned at him as she grabbed her own glass. She couldn't believe someone was spoiling her like this. Guys she met always wanted just one thing, and wanted to do as little as possible to get her to do so with them. This was... so different. So startling.
"To a wonderful woman." He said, and she repeated his words as they hit their glasses together.
"So what do you have for me here?" She asked, peering down at the basket as her stomach growled.
He chuckled again, and brought out some salads and sandwiches, as well as a large chocolate milkshake. She laughed so much when she saw it she almost started crying, and looked up to say, "I don't think the chocolate milkshake goes very well with the champagne."
"Who cares? It's your favorite." He said. He was right, she had ordered it on their second date, when they went to the diner together.
She couldn't take it, she pounced at him and wrapped her arms around him, engulfing him in a tight hug. He reached up to hug her back, and she sniffed deeply as she inhaled his oceany scent, something she had noticed the day she met him. He reached back to look at her, and place his lips on hers. She responded immediately, kissing him back as their lips worked on each other. They had kissed a few times before, simple kisses that she stopped before it got too far, but the way that he was kissing her now, insistently and so so well, she couldn't help but moan into his lips. God, her body was getting so heated. And she wanted more of him more of his body on hers. She moved back rapidly, stopping herself. She almost hit the champagne glass behind her from how abrupt her movements were.
"Is something wrong?" He asked, peering at her with furrowed eyebrows.
She shook her head. "I..." She gulped. "I don't know how to explain."
"Nothing you can say will push me away, so just say it." He said.
"My parents have always told me to wait until marriage, and I myself set a goal to wait at least until 6 months."