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I got a number of comments on chapter 1 saying that the description was wrong and that Dave didn't develop any feelings towards Dawn.
My apologies. The relationship between Dawn and Dave isn't completely tangible sexually, that doesn't come until a bit later on.
For those of you who read chapter one and were disappointed by the lack of action should probably skip straight to chapter 4 (when it's been uploaded that is.)Whilst there is some action in this chapter, there are no outright sex scenes involving Dave.
I'd appreciate any feedback that you might have and hope you enjoy the story. Finally, thanks to Zebra for doing my edits.
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Dave stepped out of the shower and dried his hair, trying to select some clothes for his date. He wasn't sure how to dress or behave on a first date, so he went for a smart casual look, picking out dark jeans and a black shirt with no tie. He applied a liberal squirting of aftershave and checked himself in the mirror, combing his hands through his still damp hair and making his way towards the door. He climbed into his Punto, fervently wishing the next payday would come sooner so that he could afford the new car he had been pining after, a Saab turbo convertible, 1999.
He clambered into his car before making his way across to Amy's house, a 5 or so minute drive. As Dave walked up the path to her generously sized house the front door slowly opened and his date walked out before closing the door and daintily making her way down the path. Dave's mind reeled as he saw Amy stroll down the path, her wavy blond hair left to tumble down around her shoulder, and wearing a light summer dress that came to just above her knees, leaving the rest of her well tanned legs on display. As she glided down the path she flashed Dave a glimmering smile.
"Hi Dave!" she said, giving him a light peck on the cheek, leaving him struggling for words, "you're right on time."
Dave struggled to make a reply, all coherent thought erased by the presence of this astonishing beauty.
"Uh... Hi Amy, it's really nice to see you," he stammered back.
"Shall we go then; where is it you're taking me?" she asked, cocking her head to one side and staring at him inquisitively.
"It's a restaurant over on the east side, an Italian."
Dave was relieved he had managed to reply without stumbling over a single word, and tried to calm down a little.
"Ooh! I love Italian!" Amy replied, practically leaping for joy.
They both clambered into Dave's car. He was concerned at first she would comment on its condition, but she seemed content and he decided to avoid bringing it up. After driving for several minutes Dave realised that they had been in silence for quite a while, so he moistened his lips before stammering out, "You look really beautiful."
Amy shifted in her seat so that she could give her date a good, hard stare, before blushing and thanking him for the compliment.
"I really like your car," she said.
"You don't have to say that you know," Dave said, getting the feeling that this was not her true impression of his rust-bucket.
"I know it's bad, but I'm getting a new car on Wednesday."
"Ooh! What kind?" Amy asked, glad that the conversation had picked up.
"It's a Saab turbo, the '99 convertible," Dave replied, fervently hoping that this line of conversation would last until they reached the restaurant.
"How are you paying for it?" Amy asked, genuinely interested as far as Dave could tell.
"I've been saving up since a month after I got this car; my dad's going to pay for a third."
Dave pulled into the car park of the restaurant; he got out of his side, walked around to the passenger side, opened the car door and offered his hand to Amy who took hold of it and lifted herself out of the car, giggling at Dave's formality.
"I'm glad you're not really used to this dating thing either," she said to Dave, promptly realising that she had unintentionally insulted her date and turning a rosy pink with embarrassment, throwing Dave an apologetic glance. Dave looked at her appraisingly.
"You're not used to dating?" he asked, confused.
"Why, should I be?" Amy replied, without comprehension.
Dave turned his eyes away from Amy, once again embarrassed.
"I just figured that guys probably ask you out a lot, seeing as you're so stunning," he said truthfully, once again glancing up at Amy to see a soft smile cross her radiant face. She gave him a quick hug, squeezing Dave against her.
"Thank you!" she said, beaming, "It's because I used to go to an all girls boarding school, but I dropped out the second I turned 18, so that I could join college for my last year; it was so boring there," she explained.
A waiter came and seated both Dave and Amy in a corner of the restaurant, which was romantically lit with dozens of candles; he gave Dave a grin and asked if either of them would like a drink. Amy ordered a red wine; Dave decided to only have a soft drink in order that he could drive back home, so he ordered himself a lemonade.
The waiter left and quickly came back with the drinks' orders, asking what the couple would like to eat. They asked for olives to start and for him to leave the menus. After the olives came Amy settled down onto her elbows and stared at Dave; he began to shift in his seat uncomfortably.
"So," he said.
"So," Amy replied.
"Where did you go to boarding school?" Dave asked.
Amy delicately speared an olive with a toothpick.
"It was some tip up in Norfolk," she replied, waving around her olive before placing it between her immaculate lips and softly chewing it. Dave began to feel slightly outclassed and made mention of this fact to Amy. She giggled politely, before placing her hand on top of Dave's on the centre of the small table.
"It wasn't all that terrible, but spending every waking moment with members of the same sex starts to warp your mind a little," she replied.
Before Dave could think on what she had just said she cut across his thoughts with her question, "So how long have you been doing judo?"
"About 10 years," Dave replied, "since I was 8."
"Wow, you must be pretty good," Amy remarked.
"Well I suppose so," Dave said, attempting to be modest, "I'm at the top of the score list in our group; but I suppose Mike and I are pretty much equally matched."
"Mike?"
"He was my training partner before you," Dave explained, "but he sprained his leg last week, so I got partnered with you."
"That's pretty bad luck isn't it?" Amy asked him.
"Why's that?"
Amy gave him a blinding smile.
"Because that means you had to get partnered with me," she said plainly.
Dave was dumbfounded.
"Why is that bad luck, I'm on a date with you now aren't I?"
Amy bit her lower lip.
"Yeah, but you do realise that I'm gonna try my hardest to corrupt you, right?"
Dave felt the blood rush towards his groin, causing a tent in his trousers that was becoming more and more noticeable by the minute. Not knowing what to say in reply, a welcome distraction came when the waiter returned with their main courses.
They passed the rest of the meal talking about inconsequential things. Amy delicately swirled her spaghetti around her fork whilst Dave attempted in vain to look remotely sophisticated; he assumed that Amy's boarding school had been big on etiquette. After they had finished they stayed for another drink and then Dave paid the bill before leading Amy out of the restaurant.
"Thank you for that meal, it was delicious."
To illustrate her point Amy ran her tongue across her painted red lips; Dave had to suppress a moan at the sight. She slid her arm through Dave's as they walked towards the car. They climbed in and Dave began to drive back across town.
"We're not going home already are we?" Amy asked Dave, disappointed that the evening was already over.
"Well, it's only half-nine, what else would you like to do?" Dave asked, having no idea what to do on a first date.
"Well, you've lived here longer than I have; where is there a nice spot for a stroll?" Amy asked.
"I know where we can go," Dave said, not slowing down as he passed Amy's house. They drove for another few minutes before stopping in a forestry car park and climbing out of the car. Dave noticed that there had been an unexpected drop in temperature, so he grabbed his coat out of the back seat of the car, passing it to Amy.
"Wear this, you're not properly dressed for this weather," he said, seeing Amy bite her lower lip once again and stare into his eyes; she walked towards him and grabbed his hand, guiding it across her shoulder and began to walk. Dave left his arm draped across Amy's shoulder, escorting her on a walk around the forest to which he had driven them.
Amy said nothing, seeming content to walk in silence. Dave noticed that she continued to knead her lower lip between her perfectly formed teeth, and was beginning to breathe slightly more heavily. After they had been walking for a few minutes Dave was about to suggest that they turn back when Amy turned to face him and forced him backwards until his back was pressed against the trunk of a broad oak tree. She moved herself closer against him.