by Sara Hazel
“Hey, don’t look so sad. I’ll call you tomorrow, ok?”
I nod. His promise to call does make me feel better. I’m not sure if he really means it or not though. I think this date has either been a complete disaster, or a moderate success. I am not sure which yet.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Heidi. Thank you for being my Valentine.”
“Same to you, kid,” I say. And I salute him.
He laughs and bends down to move his face in closer to mine. He’s so close now that our lips are nearly pressed together — so close, but not quite. And then he reaches around and places his hand on the small of my back. He gently brings me forward until our lips touch. The electricity is very real, and I almost get shocked on his lip.
The kiss is slow and tender at first. No tongue, just a gentle tugging on my bottom lip. I open up fully to receive him. This is what I’ve been waiting for all night, after all.
And now I’m finally in this strong man’s arms, and he wants to get even closer to me. I can tell.
His tongue meets mine, and he just goes for it. The kiss becomes hot, heavy, and literally takes my breath away. I should break away from him to breathe, but I can’t. I don’t want to. The moment Lucas lets me go is going to feel like the greatest disappointment of my life so far. And there have been a few. But now that I know what it feels like to kiss him, I never want it to stop.
If this continues, I may have to change my realistic ideas about love and acknowledge that maybe fantasies can come true…
I reach down and grab his cock, twisting it through the fabric of his pants. Any minute now someone could come out of this apartment building and see what we’re up to. But I don’t care right now. My inhibitions are mostly gone.
Lucas groans into my mouth and grabs my hand. He pulls it off him and breaks from our kiss.
“Ok, for real this time. Go upstairs and get some sleep, sweetie. Before I can’t hold myself back any longer, before that whole thing about taking our time with each other goes out the window.”
“You’re right. Goodnight, Lucas.”
He kisses my forehead.
“Goodnight, Heidi. I promise you we’ll do this again. I told you I’d be your boyfriend and I meant it.”
“So insistent. So confident.”
“And you love every second of it, don’t you?” He asks.
All I can do is enthusiastically nod.
I blow him a kiss as he walks away and heads back to his car. He turns around and blows one at me too. Even though all my air kisses were hitting the back of his head, somehow, he must have felt them. Maybe there’s a psychic connection or something here.
Yeah, ok, Heidi. Time for bed. You’ve definitely gone crazy.
When I get upstairs, I practically rip my dress off and climb into bed. And then I grab my vibrator from the nightstand and let my mind wander to thoughts of Lucas. I don’t know if he meant all those things that he said to me tonight, but it’s enough to let my imagination run wild.
I scream his name as I make myself cum in less than five minutes. Yep, that fast. I guess I know what effect Lucas has on me…
Lucas
*
It took every ounce of willpower in my body to keep myself from claiming Heidi tonight. But I just didn’t want to take advantage of her. And I didn’t want to rush her.
As for me, I’m ready to marry her and have as many babies as possible with her. She is all I can think of now. Her wavy blonde hair, the sparkle in her blue eyes, and the sweet and innocent dimples when she smiles. The curves of her body in all the right places as far as I’m concerned. I’ve always dated the tall and skinny model type, and the whole time I’ve been with them I’ve been imagining what it would be like to date a real woman with curves you can hold on to, and a soft body you can sink into.
Everything about Heidi fits with the way I’ve imagined my dream girl to look and sound. Just thinking about her makes my cock rock solid, and I pull my clothes off in a fury as I rush to the shower.
I climb in and grab my cock as I imagine running my hands all over Heidi’s perfect body. I relive our kiss on the porch as I stroke from the bottom of my shaft all the way up to the head of my cock.
I lean against the wall of the shower, and my breathing accelerates. I can feel myself coming closer to orgasm with each stroke. Usually it would take longer, but not tonight — not after being so close to Heidi all night.
I catch myself saying her name out loud as I cum.
When I get out of the shower, I try to take my mind off her, but I can’t. I’ve become totally obsessed. I am going to have to accept that this is my life now. I’ve never felt this way about a woman before.
Not a mere ten minutes after getting out of the shower, and I’m lying in my bed with my cock as hard as ever. So, I jerk off again in hopes that it will give me some relief. But it doesn’t.
I must be with Heidi soon. I know I told her we were going to take our time, but I know that’s going to be almost impossible for me. I hope that she’ll feel the same way.
I know it’s late, and I don’t want to wake her up or anything, but I send her a simple text:
“Goodnight, beautiful. Thinking about you.”
A few minutes later I get one back. “That’s funny, because I’m thinking about you too, handsome. Goodnight,” she says.
Believe it or not, her simple acknowledgement that she’s thinking about me is enough to make me hard again. And you know what happens next…
Heidi
*
The next morning, I wake up with Lucas as my first thought of the day.
I send Amy a text that says:
Help me.
Her response arrives an hour later:
Girl, you just about gave me a heart attack. Help you with what?
I reply:
I’m obsessed with Lucas. And that’s a very bad thing. I’m going to end up falling hard for this guy. But I got drunk on two glasses of wine, because I hardly ever drink, and now he’s probably going to think I’m too crazy for him. I’ll probably never hear from him again. I think I’ll be proactive on this one and just tell him today that I just want to be friends.
Her response comes back in all caps:
HEIDI, IF YOU DO THAT, I AM GOING TO TIE YOU TO A CHAIR AND MAKE YOU LISTEN TO JUSTIN BIEBER FOR THREE DAYS STRAIGHT. YOU WILL NEVER RECOVER.
Ok, point taken, I guess.
And at any rate, right then I receive a “Good morning, beautiful,” text from Lucas. So, I suppose I’m in the clear. He’s still thinking of me and doesn’t think I’m a crazy lush. Points for me.
But I do not reply to him. Because making him wait a bit seems like the sensible thing to do. The best way to get a guy to think about you is to ignore him for a while, or something like that. Right? I honestly have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve been on plenty of dates, and I’m always the one who gets too excited and rushes ahead. I become a texting chatterbox, and I drive the guys away. It’s my specialty. I’m a talkative girl. I can’t help it. If they don’t like me for who I am, then I just should not give a damn.
But with Lucas I’m going to make him chase me and give him the satisfaction of doing so.
Which naturally means I’m headed to his brother’s coffee shop today to work on my blog. Because, I must see him, and I can’t stop myself.
I slide into a table at the far end of the shop and sip my latte as I stare at a blank page. I sit there from 9 am till noon, and Lucas never shows up. I drink six lattes, eat two chocolate muffins, and continue to stare at my blank page. I need to write a review of this new book I read by Flora Madison called Stick & Poke. It was hot, and I loved every second of it, but I can’t think of a single thing to write about it.
It’s around one in the afternoon when Lucas finally rolls in. He notices me right away and comes over to my table.
“I’m trying to get some work done, sir,” I say.
“Well, I already know I’m not getting much work done today. I’ve been thinking about
you all morning, and it’s driving me crazy. I’m really glad you’re here right now.”
“That sounds like a personal problem. Now please find another table, so you don’t distract me.”
He sits down. “I think both of us should ditch work today. Maybe go to a movie theater and make out in the back. Or go bowling. Anything you want to do--we can do it. I had a few client meetings this afternoon, but I’ll reschedule them. I want to spend the entire day with you, Heidi. I want to know as much about you as possible. I want to spend every second that I can with you.”
“Whoa, slow down, sir. Take a deep breath.”
He laughs. “Ok, you got me. I’m a little excited. But can you blame me? I mean, this is you we’re talking about.”
“You really know how to talk to a girl,” I reply as I slam the lid of my laptop shut. “I wasn’t getting any work done today, anyway.” I am very weak when it comes to Lucas. I don’t think I can seriously turn him down. It would be too hard on me.
“I figured you wouldn’t. Let’s get out of here.”
*
We do go to the movies. It’s a nice romantic comedy. Pleasant enough. But I hardly pay attention to it, because my eyes are closed for most of it. And my lips are locked onto Lucas’.
Lucas
*
I take her to the movies, where we spend most of our time making out like a bunch of sneaky teenagers hiding in the back of an empty theater. The main action of the movie is well underway when I hike Heidi’s skirt up while kissing her and let my hand wander to the slit of her panties.
She breaks away from our kiss for a moment and in the light of the theater I can see a slightly shocked expression on her face.
“What are you doing?” She asks.
“We’re alone in here,” I reply.
“It’s just—I—”
“Relax, sweetie. I’ll take good care of you.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she says as she snuggles her head against my shoulder.
She spreads her legs enough for me to slide my hand under the fabric and as my fingers brush across her wet slit for the first time, Heidi moans softly. My finger glides up and down her sex, and each time her pleasure grows louder.
“Oh, wow, that feels nice,” she whispers.
I rub her clit, and she shudders against me. Just a slow circular rub, and soon Heidi is mine. I control the volume of her moans with the pressure of my finger.
I press my lips to her ear. “Take off your panties.”
I withdraw my fingers from her pussy and watch as she scrambles out of her underwear. Not knowing quite what to do with it, she hands them to me. I look straight at her as I bring them up to my nose and take a deep sniff.
“I need to taste you. Now.”
“Here?” She whimpers.
I nod, and then get down on the floor before her. Thankfully there’s plenty of room in the back aisle here. I grab her hips and pull her closer to the edge of her seat. I rest her legs on my shoulders and press my face against her magnificent shaved pussy.
Heidi is already very wet, and her thick juices delight my tongue as I bury it amongst her folds. Heidi is shaking uncontrollably as I suck her sweet lips.
Her legs clamp tight against my shoulders.
“We’re—we’re gonna get caught, Lucas.”
But that doesn’t stop me. Heidi runs her fingers through my hair as I devour her. She tastes every bit as good as I imagined she would. Better, in fact. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her juices all over my tongue.
I lash at Heidi’s clit furiously, and she screams and thrashes about in her seat. She is so loud that certainly someone heard her, but no one comes running. They must be used to these sorts of sounds in the theater at this time of day.
“Oh damn, I came so hard,” she says. Her voice is now soft and shaky.
I keep my tongue buried inside her until she’s quaking again and screaming my name.
When I finally stop and climb back into my chair, a quick breathing Heidi grabs my hand and presses my palm to her heart. It slams against her chest until she finally manages to calm down a little by taking slow deep breaths.
“You…,” she says. That’s as far as she gets.
“Yes, sweetie?”
She just shakes her head. “Can I have my underwear back? I should probably put them back on.”
“No, I think you should spend the rest of the day without them. Where we’re going next, you aren’t going to need them.”
Heidi
*
Lucas brings me to his house in Lincoln Park. It’s a three-story brownstone with a huge metal gate, and I am immediately jealous. It’s a nicer house than I will probably ever live in. I’m happy I get to make my living as a blogger, but blogging isn’t the most lucrative profession in the world.
Clearly, I should have been a wedding planner.
But I don’t have much time to dwell on the size of Lucas’ house, or all his beautiful furnishings. Because he takes me by the hand and leads me to the kitchen. The kitchen is fit for a professional chef. It has beautiful granite countertops, a very high-tech looking stove built into the counter, and a smart refrigerator. I’m a microwave girl, myself.
When he lets go of my hand, I suddenly have this sense of being totally alone in the world. Maybe it’s irrational, but I really don’t want to let go of his hand next time. Which might be a good reason for me not to accept it again the next time it is offered.
“Beautiful house. Do you always take girls home on the second date?”
“Not always,” he says as he heats up a kettle of water on the stove.
“So, you brought me here for teatime or something? And you wanted me to drink tea without my underwear?”
“You can have your panties back later,” he says.
Lucas is the only man I have ever met who has ever had an interest in taking my panties off. Ok, maybe a few others have, but they never told me about it. And they certainly never made me take them off and then refused to give them back to me.
A smile crosses my lips. For the first time in my life, I feel truly wanted by a man. The question is—should I let him have me? I know giving myself to Lucas on our second date may be rushing things a bit. Or it may be that he takes his fill of me today and wants nothing more from me ever again. But the way he turns to look at me—with a wide and assured grin on his face—makes me think that he’s got plans that extend for a few nights at least.
I sigh as I watch him make us both a cup of tea.
“What’s wrong?” He asks. “There’s no pressure here today, ok, sweetie? I just wanted to be near you. And I want to make out with you again. And I’m going to make you cum again whether that be with my fingers or my mouth—”
I interrupt him. “Or something else, right?”
He laughs as he takes a sip. “Only if you want to.”
I feel more at ease as I drink my passion fruit tea.
“You’re very mysterious to me,” I say to break the silence after a while.
“I’m an open book, baby. Ask me anything you want.”
“How come you’re not married? You plan weddings for a living. It just seems strange to me. You must meet lots of women every month.”
“I meet brides,” he says.
“And you meet their bridesmaids on occasion, I’m sure. You met me, after all.”
“I did. That’s true. And I’ll be honest and say to you that I used to date a lot. I have never really had a serious girlfriend though.”
“Oh, now I understand. You’re a player. Am I about to get played, Lucas?”
His expression becomes serious as he looks me up and down as though he were sizing me up for something.
“You? Get played by me? I think that’s impossible.”
“How can you be so sure? You said yourself that you’ve never had a serious girlfriend.”
“I’ve never wanted one until I met you.”
Hearing him say this makes me shiver
even though it’s cozy and warm in the house. I set my tea down, so I don’t spill it.
“Please kiss me again,” I find myself saying. Followed by: “I’m starting to develop an unhealthy need for it, and I might be okay with that.”
Lucas comes to me and wraps his hands around my waist. He lifts me up onto his countertop, so that I’m now the perfect height for him. He presses his lips to mine and as he does so; he slides his hand up my skirt. His warm palm heats the skin of my thigh and reminds me instantly of all that he did to me during the movie. I feel myself growing wetter, and it’s all just from his touch. He hasn’t done anything more to me yet, but this is all I need to set me off, apparently.
We both moan at the same time, and the kiss intensifies, as sweet and gentle is no longer enough for either of us. Yes, I’m going to give myself to Lucas today. I will surrender my body to him and let him do whatever he wants with me. It seems like the only logical thing to do at the moment.
He squeezes my thigh and slides his other hand up my dress only to rest on the bare skin of my waist. He pulls me against him, and his tongue pushes deeper into my mouth.
His hand slides over and presses against the light fuzz of my trim pubic hair. Despite never having had sex, I still keep myself trim just in case. And it looks like today is going to be my just in case—and the day after Valentine’s Day, no less. It all seems very romantic.
Lucas’ fingers find my clit, and he works it back and forth between thumb and forefinger until I am trembling on his countertop.
“Lucas…” I whisper into his mouth. I moan as he expertly rubs my clit at just the right speed and pressure until I am coming undone. There is no turning back now.
As my orgasm ripples through me, I pull my head away from his and turn it to the side long enough to catch my breath. But he is determined not to let me get away without his kisses.
“I could kiss you forever,” he says. “So, I think I will.”
I slide my hand between his legs and feel his hard cock against my palm. He’s given so much to me today, and I have a sudden urge to climb down off this counter and get down on my knees before him.
