When Steve met Janet, the attraction was immediate for both of them. They were fresh out of college, starting their careers, and thinking they didn't have time to date.
It was a friend of Janet's who got the ball rolling, having been asked on a date by a guy she wasn't too crazy about and wanting another couple along.
She brought Janet, he brought Steve.
It didn't go well for them; in fact they never dated again. Steve and Janet on the other hand, were an item immediately.
***
Steve was a rugged, handsome man, about six feet tall with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. He had been a pretty good ballplayer in high school and college, but not good enough to delude himself about going pro. He definitely had the physique of an athlete, but he lacked the typical jock ego, preferring to focus on finishing his degree and making a sustainable career for himself.
He seldom dated. Not that he didn't like women, or sex. On the contrary, he loved both quite well! But there were a couple of issues.
First, while he was a pretty smart guy, he knew he was no genius, and had to keep his focus if he expected to graduate.
And second, while he could get dates, and get sex, it always seemed to be a one night only kind of thing.
Why you might ask, with all he had going for him?
I'll tell you why.
Steve had a big dick. Too big. Most women want nothing to do with it big.
Just over ten inches long, and thick. Seriously thick, like about as big around as the tube in the middle of a roll of paper towels. And if that weren't enough to send women running for the door, the big bulbous circumcised glans on the end was.
Sure, he took great pains to be gentle with it, but there's only so much a man can do when he's endowed like Steve. He just resigned himself to hearing no, and always took no for an answer graciously.
Janet had been considered somewhat plain and nerdy in high school. She too was a pretty good athlete, competing in gymnastics through high school. But she hadn't been good enough for a scholarship.
However, at the small college she attended, she was welcomed as a walk on and definitely didn't embarrass herself.
The plain and nerdy Janet of her high school days really bloomed in college.
She was a touch taller than you might expect a gymnast to be, standing about 5 foot 4, with thick luxurious nut brown hair cut short and striking hazel eyes. In fact all her facial features were striking, to the point that most men were afraid to talk to her!
Her body was striking too. Firm, perky C cup tits with nipples that poked out proudly through almost anything she chose to wear, a narrow waist and firm flat abdomen perched atop perfectly proportioned hips and a butt that could only be described as mouth watering.
And legs.
Oh. My. God. Legs.
My vocabulary lacks the superlatives to adequately describe them. Suffice it to say that if you were a leg man, you'd think you had died and gone to heaven.
But oddly enough, Janet struggled to get dates. Men were put off by her intellect and up front manner, and the few that managed to bed her found it disturbing to have sex with a woman who was physically as strong, or even stronger than they were, with a sex drive that exceeded their ability to provide.
They didn't really consider that first meeting a date, he was just there to be a wing man, she was just there to be a cock block. They almost felt bad about exchanging numbers in front of their friends, whose date was clearly not going well. Before they went to bed that night, their first real date was arranged.
Steve was excited enough about Janet's physical beauty, she was in fact the most beautiful women he had ever dated, by a good margin.
But what really excited him about Janet was the effortless way they talked. Neither of them felt for a moment like it was on them to carry on the conversation, and what silences there were were brief and comfortable.
He settled on a nice place to take her for dinner, wanting to impress her, but somehow knowing that there was no need to impress her.
Janet, for her part, had never felt so comfortable talking to a man at their first meeting.
Their interests were similar enough to feel instantly familiar with each other, yet different enough to keep the conversation rich and entertaining.
She couldn't recall looking forward to a date as much as she was looking forward to this one. Friday night couldn't come soon enough for either of them!
He picked her up at her apartment around 8 and took her to a nice Greek restaurant.
She was pleased with the setting, and the way that once again the conversation flowed effortlessly.
They had been at the table talking for quite some time after their meal was over when Janet noticed something about him, something she instantly recognized for what it was.
"I see you're a golfer" she said matter-of-factly.
"Yes I am! How did you know?"
She held up of both her hands, displaying their backs to Steve. Her right hand was noticeably darker than the left.
"Your right hand is tanned and your left isn't. My dad taught me to play when I was 10, I still make sure to get out at least once a week."
"Me too! My dad got me started when I was 6. What's your handicap?"
"12" she answered. She played more like a 10, but she booked a 12. "And yours?"
"8." He booked an 8, but played more like a 10.
"We should play!" she smiled.
"We should! Do you have any time during the week?"
Sadly, she did not. She had just started her job, and it paid well enough that she wanted to keep it. It was way too early to be calling in sick to play golf!
He made a mental note to book a tee for two next Sunday.
It was right about then they noticed the restaurant had just about emptied out, and their waiter was beginning to lurk impatiently.
"Oh wow, Janet, I think they want us to go"
They both laughed, the easy kind of laughter that close friends often share.
Half an hour later, they were on the steps in front of the door to Janet's apartment, saying their goodnights.
She held out her arms for a hug and sighed as he pulled her gently to his chest.
"Do you kiss on the first date?" she whispered coyly in her ear.
When their lips met for the first time, it was like sparks flew in the air around their heads.
10 minutes later when they finally pulled apart, Janet quickly pushed him away to arm's length.
"I promised my dad I'd never fuck on the first date. Pick me up tomorrow at 6."
She quickly turned and bolted though the door, closing it behind her.
Steve stood bewildered on the front steps. He had something planned for tomorrow night, but suddenly he couldn't remember what it was. Nor did he care to try.
***
"It's not a date unless we go somewhere and eat!" Steve had told her on the phone the next afternoon. "Any ideas about where you might like to go?"
"Let's just drive over to restaurant row and see what looks good. Pick me up at 6? Don't be late!" He sensed the excitement in her voice, and was very pleased to note her excitement matched his perfectly.
Steve was almost 10 minutes early, but Janet was dressed, ready, and looking out the window for him to drive up.
She was smiling when she bounded down the steps of her apartment to his car.
Restaurant row was about 20 minutes away, but about three blocks from Janet was a location of a popular fast food chain.
"Oh! Pull in here! I have to run in and get something real quick!" Janet exclaimed suddenly.
"Wait here!" She jumped out of the car almost before it had come to a stop.
Less than two minutes later, she bounded out of the fast food joint and settled into the front seat of the car with a bag in her hand, containing a small order of fries.
She picked two French fries out of the bag, popped one in her mouth and hastily pushed the other one into Steve's. He had no sooner swallowed it when Janet leaned across the console and kissed him aggressively.
It was almost five minutes later when their lips finally parted. Janet pulled her face back about a foot, and said; "Date's over. Let's get back to my place."
***
The moment the door to her apartment closed, they were in each other's arms.
She gently brushed her lips across his, running both hands through his hair and pulling his face down to meet hers. Her mouth opened ever so slightly and their tongues began to dance slowly together. The kiss burned with a slow passionate fire that seemed to last for hours, although mere minutes had passed before he lowered her down on to the couch.
Piece by piece their clothing had fallen to the floor.
His fingers teased the little bud at the top of her smooth wet pussy as her soft hand glided smoothly up and down the long thick shaft of his penis, occasionally teasing the head with her fingertips. He was hard as a rock!
Janet had never imagined a penis so large and thick could actually exist. She had no clue weather she could take it or not, but she was determined to try!
Janet laid back on the couch and spread her legs wide for him to mount her.
"Be gentle with me." she whispered.
He looked at the beautiful woman spread out on the couch below him. Her breasts were so firm and upright, her belly so firm and flat. His eye was drawn to her soft mound, where only a few thin wispy nut brown hairs grew in a small tuft about an inch above her shiny bald slit. She was easily the most beautiful women he had ever met.
"Janet I'm sorry I don't have any condoms." He whispered. He was about to tell her he'd pull out for her.
