We've gone to bed now, after our quaint-themed evening feeding ducks down by the river and going to the theatre rather than the cinema. But we had an agreement at the beginning of the night. No sex with each other tonight, an old fashioned date.
"... just to see if we really enjoy each others company..." you say casually. Looking down at you, staring into your bright amber eyes with your cute elfin face framed by all that gorgeous chocolate coloured hair... how could I have said no?
But I had almost regretted agreeing when we climbed the steps to your front door and you invited me in for a drink. But I liked you. The tension between us was palpable as we tried to avoid going near the couch when we'd made coffee, we sat at your kitchen table instead. Both of us drinking strong cups of coffee and I was trying hard not to stare at your pale red lips as they sipped daintily from your light blue mug. And it was while staring across at you that I realised this whole table thing was also a bad idea because I just wanted to pull you across it, rip your pastel, lilac blouse and your bra off and hike your tight, midnight black leather skirt up so I could make your body spasm in orgasm underneath me while I sucked one of your nipples into my mouth.
Standing, I walked through into the kitchen. Under the pretence of getting a glass of water, but what I really needed was you... or a cold shower, a very long, very cold shower. You strolled in, your eyes caressing my arse in these tight, but faded, black jeans and I realised I wasn't the only one finding this whole no sex thing difficult. My navy blue shirt was off and hanging over the back of one your dining chairs, my white wifebeater the only thing seperating my bare breasts from your gaze. You came to me and we hugged. "We could do this whole no sex, old-fashioned thing another night?" You mumbled into my neck. Your tongue moistening my neck slightly as you speak.
"No its ok babe. It's kinda nice, this old-fashioned thing," I say as I stare at the bench behind you, wanting to bend you over it and do many naughty things to you. I felt you tense, you weren't expecting me to turn you down once you came onto me, now were you? I smiled slyly to myself, I had another plan in mind for this date night, we're kicking it old school with a new twist.
"Let's just go to bed, if you can be in bed with me without touching me, that is," I suggest, only slightly questioning your resolve not to touch me. You lean back so you can smile at me, you think you have won now. I see the triumphant glint in your eyes.
"You'd still stay? Without sex or anything?" You question me, slightly disbelieving.
"Of course I will silly, I like you, you know." Although as soon as I answer I realise you don't know. I felt so stupid standing there realising you really were worried about something that was so obvious. To me (and nearly everybody else) I'm clearly mental about you.
"Lets just go to bed, gorgeous." I smiled and we went hand in hand.
