Their second official date was at a bowling alley.
And Vlad sucked all the ass when it came to bowling.
But that was okay. Ana was just as bad as him. It soon became a contest to see who could throw the most gutter balls. The food was pretty decent, pizza and pop, although they had to dab the oil off the pizza with napkins.
Ana liked to watch Vlad struggle to roll a bowling ball, especially from behind. The man grunted like he was really trying, and his backside looked really nice in his jeans. And just about every time he sat back down, he gave her a knowing look, an eyebrow raised, as if he knew exactly what she'd been mindlessly gazing at.
They were laughing at each other when they were putting their shoes back on. Then, Vlad put his arm around her waist, pulled her close, and kissed her cheek.
Ana whispered up to him, "Hey, why don't we go to my house?"
He nuzzled her hair and said, "Oh no, I'd be an impolite guest."
"I doubt that." She put her cheek to his chest. "Stay for just a few minutes, okay?" She wanted to pay him back for the exciting little moment they had back at the movie theatre. Her cheeks were pink and her voice was bit needy.
Vlad hummed into her hair. "Mmmmmm ... a few minutes. That would be fine."
It was nighttime when they were both parked outside the townhouse. She told him that she preferred to have her shoes removed and left on a little rug near the front door in the foyer. When he asked if she had any slippers for him, she told him no.
"But I won't let you freeze," she playfully told him.
Her courage flickered and wavered once they were both safely locked inside her house ... her ordinary house that she didn't even own. She paid rent. The interior was almost like a male bachelor's, fairly bare. The most care had been put in her work room, where all her stupid collectible figurines were standing on shelves. They weren't even very expensive, high quality figurines.
But, after she told him to sit in the living room, and after she saw him grin at her, Ana reminded herself that, generally, men initially lust with their eyes while women initially lust with their purses. This man probably wouldn't have cared if she lived in a trailer park.
"I'm going to heat up some popcorn," she said as she turned towards the kitchen. "You can pick something out on Netflix if you want."
One popped bag of popcorn later, she was pouring it all into a big bowl and getting two glasses of a sweet drink.
A few minutes turned into ... well ... longer than that.
They watched some silly science fiction show while they snuggled together and munched on popcorn. They weren't hungry, but it was difficult to watch anything for long without wanting to chew on something.
After two episodes, Vlad said he didn't want any more popcorn. So they washed their hands and went right back to the couch.
The pretense didn't last long after that.
No warning, he grabbed her waist, exhaled and groaned, and set her right on his lap, her legs open and bent, her chest against him. The movement immediately set her brain on fire. Ana wrapped her arms around the man and put her tongue right in his mouth. His teeth were oddly fun to taste. They were almost like one of those wooden massagers with beads, simply lovely to push against.
Ana was moaning, feeling her bosom tingle as it pressed into him, and loving the heat that was growing between her legs. Their jeans scraped together. He was hard. She didn't have to look down to know. She could feel his erection pointing at and into her body.
His large hand was digging into her backside, his fingers pulling at her pockets, pushing her, helping her to grind on him.
Pulsing, demanding, her pussy was loving the friction under her clothing, but it also wanted the clothing to go away. It wanted to find the heavy thick cock and satisfy a vital instinct.
Harder, rougher, enough to almost make her bite his tongue, but she stopped herself. She pulled her mouth off and kissed her way around his cheek, stamping down excess saliva. Ana went to his ear and murmured, "I'll try anything you want. Anything."
"Kiss me again." He sounded like a starving man.
She put her mouth right back onto his.
Oh ... yes ...
Suckling on his tongue.
Feeling her blood rush all around her body, especially in her face, her nipples, her labia, and her clitoris.
God ... why the hell couldn't they just take off their pants?
He was grabbing her neck, right under her hair, holding her right where he apparently wanted her to be.
Yes!
Ding! Ding! Didididing!!
The fuck was that?
Their mouths separated. They looked for the reason behind the noise. Vlad nodded at his coat on the back of the sofa. He patted her butt, and with a pouting face Ana slipped away and rolled back to the seat beside him.
Vlad wiped his mouth with his wrist. Then he took his phone from his coat and answered it, but he didn't speak in English nor Romanian. In fact, Ana was fairly certain it was either Mandarin or Cantonese. She didn't speak any of those languages. Then again, what if he was speaking Korean? Either way, it was a bit jolting to hear from him.
It didn't matter anyway. He said one phrase, got up, and walked over to the foyer. Ana politely waited in the living room for him to take care of whatever business that was. She did wonder who in the world he was speaking to, though.
Some minutes later, Vlad returned, his long legs seeming to cut the distance in half. He put his arms in his coat. There were so many lines in his brow. His eyes were distressed. "I'm sorry. I'm very sorry. I need to go."
"What?" Ana practically hopped to her feet. "Is everything alright?"
"No." He shook his head. "Or rather, I mean yes, but I shouldn't stay. I'm sorry."
"But ... " Ana rubbed her sleeve onto her face. Then she made a light noise into her fist, trying not to say anything hateful.
Vlad went to her, putting his hand under her chin, making her look up at him.
His skin was flushed. He bit at his lower lip.
He bent down to kiss her mouth, tight and quick.
Then he said, "Let's have a New Year's Eve dinner together."
Ana was cheered up a little, but like a spoiled child she countered with, "I don't like celebrating the New Year. I think it's kind of annoying. How about we meet up tomorrow?"
He closed his eyes and sighed. His shoulders drooped. Then he opened his eyes and said, "I might be busy tomorrow, maybe even the day after that. Would you like to meet on the second of January?"
"Okay. Text or call me by then."
Another kiss was put on her forehead. "Thank you for everything, Ana."
Ana followed him back to the foyer. "Take care."
He lingered at the door long enough to put a final kiss on her cheek. Then he left her alone, exiting the building. Ana watched him drive away through a window.
