Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.
As its category, description and tags all make clear, this is a nonconsent-themed story of a woman forcing sex on a man. If that isn't your forte, no one's forcing you to read it, and if it is a story to your liking, than I hope it won't disappoint you.
It also contains a fair few corny jokes, because why not.
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Keira Kelly always liked to think that she was a funny person. It was one of the ways she had defined herself. Although a career as a stand-up comedian wasn't yet something she dared to take a crack at, she was nevertheless confident that, when put into any group or social environment, she could quickly send the sides of most people present into orbit with her repertoire of jokes.
This was why she was so surprised now as, looking at the gorgeous man sitting in front of her, the only jokes leaving her mouth were those she had read last night on a joke-collecting website.
"What's worse than being uncomfortable at the hospital? Being made comfortable," was one of them, the latest one in a long line of jokes one could easily read with a simple Google search. "A time traveler walks into a bar. The bartender says, ´We don't serve time travelers in here.´ A time traveler walks into a bar," was another one, this one followed by, "Sigmund Freud was a moron with a huge ego. And id. And superego."
Thankfully for her, it didn't matter how cheap those jokes were. For the same reason why her mind, captivated by what she saw in front of her, couldn't think of anything better to say, so did his equally-captivated mind lead him to laugh heartily at everything she said to preventively fill any awkward silence that might've been preparing to fill the air between them.
This was the first date of her dreams. From the moment she first saw Jeffrey's profile on her favorite dating app, she knew that the two of them couldn't find a better match. Both of them the same age at 27, both enjoying comedy and urban exploring, and most importantly, both of them quite good-looking. It was probably rather "base" of her to think so much in terms of physical attraction, but she couldn't deny to herself what she liked, and she could see that he thought the same.
She liked how tall he was, with well-defined muscles to show off, while he clearly liked how busty and curvy her body managed to be despite its slenderness. Both of them also worked out regularly, of course. Simply a perfect young couple.
With their date coming to an end now, empty plates sitting in front of them, there was only one move left for her to do.
"You know, where I'm staying in the hotel... it just so happens to be an apartment for two," she said, her big, dark eyes staring straight into his shiny blue ones as he processed what she was saying with her sultry voice. "You can spend the night there, with me. I'd like to wake up next to you."
He gulped, seemingly uncomfortable for the first time since he had arrived.
"You're very pretty, I'd love to get to know you better Keira," he replied, his voice seemingly almost breaking at the beginning. "Over time, I mean. I... don't really, I've never, I don't think the first date is the opportunity to be intimate together."
She just chuckled lightly.
Very well. She was prepared for every outcome.
"I like how frank you are with me. No problem," she said with a wink, before adding, "And I also love shy guys. Feels like I've won something when I finally get intimate with them."
"Yeah, that's me," he, somewhat unsurely, replied. "Once you get me, you realize all that effort was worth it," he added, and this time, it was he that made the wanna-be comedian laugh, with how he tried to present himself as much, much more of an arrogant jock than he was even at his worst.
So cute.
"I know," Keira said, smiling. "So, if you don't want to stay there with me, could you at least give me a ride to that hotel? I'd call an Uber, but I'm kinda tight with money currently, and despite that, I'm still going fifty-fifty with you on the bill, so..."
"Yeah, no problem," Jeffrey quickly replied. "It's not a long way from here anyway, isn't it?" he asked, in a way that made it clear that he had only thought of this after already promising to take her there.
"Fifteen, twenty minutes max," she answered, and he just nodded happily.
With that, everything was set. They paid the bill, got into his car, and started their journey toward the hotel where Keira was currently staying at.
Small talk in the car proved to be surprisingly awkward, so, not wishing to have to resort to talking about the weather, the hopeful comedian filled the air with a couple of more jokes she remembered reading yesterday.
"What's the best thing about Switzerland? I don't know, but the flag is a big plus," got him to laugh just as hard as it should have, but the weak laugh with which he responded to, "Did you hear about the mathematician who's afraid of negative numbers? He'll stop at nothing to avoid them," was, in her opinion, an unfortunate sign that he might not quite match her sense of humor.
No problem. That wasn't what she needed from him this night.
