"I had a great time, Mike." Jessica said as they broke away from their hug. Their first date was in the books, and Jessica enjoyed every moment of dinner and conversation with her old classmate.
"Thursday, then?" Mike asked with a smile.
"Yes. Definitely."
Mike graduated high school with Jessica. They never went on a date but there was some flirtation during their senior year. Two years later, they bumped into each other at a college house party hosted by some mutual friends. They caught up with each other's lives and talked about college and old high school friends. After a few drinks, Mike was feeling aggressive and asked her out on a date.
On their second date they went to a movie and held hands. Jessica caressed his palm with her light touch. She began to feel aroused at the simplest touch. Thoughts of how they had flirted back in high school replayed in her mind, and she barely paid attention to the movie. She had always been attracted to his dark complexion and eyes that made him so personable. While caressing his hand, she contemplated his desire for her, and how far he would want to take things with her, even on this second date. She assumed he'd be like most guys and want to have sex that night. The thought of it sent a tingle up her legs, but was unsure of how she wanted it to turn out.
Mike drove Jessica home. He parked the car on the street in front of her apartment and left the car running.
"Did you like the movie?" he asked as he put his hand on her shoulder.
"Umm, yeah, I think it was alright." She replied softly.
"Hmm. Well, I thought it was excellent. Well thought out plot, great characters."
"Yeah, you're right. Umm," Jessica moved nervously in the passenger seat.
"You alright? Is something wrong?"
"No, no, nothing wrong. It's just that-" Jessica paused and looked out the window.
"Just that...what?"
"Well, I actually couldn't follow the movie too well. My mind was on other things."
"Things such as?" Mike was intrigued.
"You know when you hold hands for awhile, it's hard not to think about sex."
"Oh...I'm sorry. Did it make you uncom-"
"-Mike," Jessica interrupted. "Would you like to come in?"
Mike paused, and caressed her shoulder. He smiled, and leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
"I appreciate the offer, but I have to say no. I hope you understand."
Jessica blushed. She felt like an idiot. She smiled nervously.
"I totally understand. Maybe another time?"
"Yes, Jessica."
She got out of the car and went into her apartment, while Mike drove away. Once in her bedroom, she flopped onto her bed and buried her face into the pillow. Was I a fool? I wonder if he thinks I am some kind of whore. Asking to fuck on the second date. Her mind raced into a thousand scenarios of the consequences of her simple suggestion. She caught herself going into another one of her analytical adventures, and stopped. She pulled herself away from the pillow, and took a deep breath. It was nothing, she reassured herself. She felt relaxed.
She got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. On her way she saw herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She stopped.
"Here I go again."
She turned around and examined her butt. It was empirical that her butt was just fine. Every guy would say it was great, in fact, she had gotten many compliments on it, even by her girlfriends. She wore black pants and a red sweater. She pulled up her sweater a little to see her shape better. Her hips were just shapely enough to call them "womanly", and her butt was like it was in high school. Maybe a little more full. She sighed.
Jessica had dark curly hair. She had a smooth complexion, and tanned easily in the summer. Her cheekbones were high and her ears perked out just slightly to make her "cute" but not "hot". She never overdid her make-up. She pulled up her sweater and viewed her bra in the mirror. It was a satin pushup bra that made her b-cups draw a little more attention than they deserved. She unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. She put her hand on her bare breast and felt her soft nipples. She caressed them and imagined they were Mike's hands doing the work. She breathed deeper. She sat on the bed and closed her eyes, feeling her nipples harden. She unzipped her pants and slid them down. She ran her hands across the front of her panties, and laid back. Her hand slid inside her panties and she began to feel her wetness. She imagined Mike being there with her and his hands roaming over her body. She imagined his slow pace being too agonizing to bear. The fact that he turned her down tonight made her lust for him even more.
Jessica had been with only one man, and it was during senior prom. She felt the pressure to uphold the tradition of the prom dress as the last barrier to protect her virginity. And of course goes the saying when someone leaves, "I'm off like a prom dress."
In college she had dated some guys, but never went all the way. She wondered about Mike and his sexual history. She felt jealous of all the imaginary women he had been with. She wondered if he had used a condom, and what types of girls he had made love to.
On the third date, the same thing happened, only this time Jessica did not ask Mike to come into her apartment. Instead they shared a long good-night kiss. Their tongues met for the first time, and for a few minutes, their tongues never separated. Mike caressed her hair, and she felt his cheeks and neck while they made out.
Over the next few months, things didn't go much further between them. Jessica did not invite him in, for fear of more rejection. She grew more and more anxious about when he'd make the move. It almost became a game for her, trying to predict what situation would land them in bed together. But date after date, Jessica respected him more and more, for the fact that he never made any moves on her. She expected something totally different from when they first dated, and it was refreshing that he chose to take things slow. She had been on first dates in college where the guy wanted to go down her pants and get her hand on his bare penis. Sometimes she'd accommodate, but it was more out of expectation than what she actually wanted.
As they made out in Mike's car in front of her apartment, there was an occasional hand on the arm or leg or stomach, but nothing that would qualify as "heavy petting".
One night, during their good-night ritual in the car, Mike pulled away from their embrace. He sat back and looked at the dashboard.
"Do you remember our second date? When we went to the movie and we held hands?"
Jessica put her hands together in her lap. "Yes," she replied.
"And when I dropped you off, you said it made you think of sex?"
"Yes," she nodded.
"Were you expecting something that night? Like we'd end up in bed together?"
Jessica slid her finger across the dashboard, tracing a line in the dust. "Yes. I mean, no. I mean, I didn't know what to expect."
She turned to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "Mike, I may sound confused about it, but the truth is, I assumed you wanted to have sex that night."
"Because I'm a guy?"
"Because you're a guy. But I'm glad you didn't. I'm glad for everything about you. I'm glad to be with you. I respect you so much Mike, you're wonderful. Thank you for turning me down."
They both laughed at how ridiculous her last statement sounded. But their faces soon lost their smile and joined their lips once again in a passionate kiss. This time it was more passionate than ever. They were gripping each others hands tightly and their tongues lashed at each others in a fury of lust. Her hand took his and guided it to her breast. She pressed his hand hard against her and she let go. He cupped her breast and squeezed and they both moaned. She unbuttoned her blouse, giving him full access to her bra. He explored her breasts through her bra and occasionally pulled down the bra and felt her bare nipples. They were hard already.
