Slightly disappointed, but understanding commitments, I nod and give her a grin.
“I’ll take a raincheck,” I say to her. “Can I walk you home?”
That means that she wants to see me again.
“I would love that,” she says getting out of the booth. I throw a couple of twenties on the table and begin to follow her. She walks in front of me and I admire the view as we exit.
She holds out her hand to me as soon as we’re outside, I reach for her hand and we begin walking in the direction of her place.
“I really am enjoying getting to know you,” she says looking at me with a warm smile.
“Me too,” I agree.
“I’m sorry that I let my own thoughts get in the way before, we could have known one another this whole time.”
“You know what, maybe it just wasn’t our time,” I reply.
“What do you mean?” she asks turning to glance at me while we waited at the only crosswalk in town and for a few cars to roll by.
“Well, if we would have gotten to know one another before, maybe you wouldn’t have been as open minded about getting to know me. Maybe now, is when we were supposed to meet.”
“Are you a guru? Astronomist? Or a hippy?” she asks with laughter behind her tone.
“No, I’m just a computer geek. I read a lot and pay attention to things that have a place and time.”
“Well, I guess then now is our time,” she says while squeezing my hand.
We cross the street and then the next to the residential area of town. When we stop in front of her place, she turns to me, looks up at me and smiles.
“I’m glad that this is our time,” she whispers.
“Same here, I’m glad that Cooper set this up.” I reply to her.
“Lewis?” She begins, “can I kiss you?”
I don’t answer her.
Instead I pull her against my body and wrap my arms around her middle. Her hands fly to my hips and she leans up as my mouth leans down. I take her lips and gently brush mine against hers, then run my tongue along her lower lip. I take my time lavishing her with soft kisses, before I tilt my head and allow my tongue to seek entrance.
She sucks in a breath while our tongues tangle, deepening the kiss and holding one another closely.
We stand there on the sidewalk, our arms wrapped around one another in one of the most passionate kisses that I’ve ever had. When we pull apart, she touches her lips and slowly looks up at me with a glow to her skin and glazed eyes.
“Wow,” she says in a whisper.
“Wow, indeed,” I agree.
I lean my head down and our foreheads press together.
“Tomorrow night?” she asks.
“Tomorrow night?”
“For my raincheck?”
“Ah yes, I’ll pick you up around six?” I ask.
She pulls back and then leans back in for another kiss. When her soft lips hit mine, it takes everything in me to not pull her into another sensual kiss here on the street, But I know that she needs to go inside and that she has other obligations tonight - but it pains me to let her go.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she pulls free slowly, her hand lingering in mine as we pull away from one another.
I watch as she walks up the walkway to her place, she pauses at the door, glances back and offers a smile with a half shy wave before she turns and retreats into her place.
I don’t move from my spot and run my hand over my forehead before stuffing both hands into my front pockets while I walk the few blocks to my place.
Once inside, I lock the doors behind me and turn on my office light. I stand in front of the computer for a moment before deciding against working. I want to relish in the events of the day and this evening. I want to bask in what is feels like to be smitten as it’s been so long since that’s happened.
Four
I did very little work today in excitement for my ‘raincheck date’ with Madison. She sent me a text earlier in the day with a short note saying that she was looking forward to the night, and after that I was seriously preoccupied with thoughts of her and potentially what we would do tonight.
How do I make an impression on her?
How do I woo her?
There’s a restaurant that just opened up on the outskirts of town, a steak house type joint. The head chef at The Neighborhood Bar is dating a meat vendor and her family owns a farm and subsequently owns the steak house. Around lunch time, I stop by the bar this afternoon and asked if his lady could hook me up with a reservation.
I start up my car in my parking spot, a car that while, I love it - I barely have to drive it with not having a commute to and from work. It also helps that I rarely will drive out of the city limits and everywhere in this town that I need to go to is in walking distance.
I pull my car to the curb and practically run up to knock on her door. When she answers, she looks breath-taking. She has light make-up on, and her long red hair is swept up in curls. I try to not obviously check her out, but I don’t think that my mind got the same memo as I sweep my gaze up and down her body.
She smiles shyly while she transfers her weight from one foot to the other with her hand on the door. She looks nervous, but appreciative that I’ve dressed up a little more than jeans and a t-shirt, as she stares longer at me that she has before.
“You ready?” I ask her.
“Sure, am. But I’ve got some questions first, will I need a coat? Am I overdressed? What are we doing? Where are we going?”
“Okay, um, no to all of it, we’re going to dinner, crap, I didn’t ask, do you eat meat?” I internally beat myself up for not asking her that sooner.
“Meat? Oh, yeah I will eat things with faces for days,” she says awkwardly.
I try to not laugh, but a chuckle forces out as she steps out of her place and turns to lock her door.
I offer her my arm as I walk her down to the curb where my car sits.
“So, we have to drive there?” she asks nervously looking back and forth between the car and me.
“Is that a problem?”
“You haven’t had anything - wait, no. I’m sorry. It’s not a problem at all.”
I know what she was about to ask, but I don’t acknowledge it. Instead, I change the subject.
“So, a friend of mine, well actually a friend of a friend’s family owns a restaurant outside of town. I was thinking that it would be sweet to check out.”
“The Roadside?” she asks.
“Yeah, have you been?”
“No, I wanted to check it out though. Doesn’t that Percy guy, the grumpy cook from the bar work there too?”
“Yes and no. He’ll do a night here and there in the kitchen. But ultimately, his fiancée is the one whose family owns the place. I think she might be part owner too, but I’m not sure. I know Percy was in the restaurant business before, at least that’s the rumor.”
She nods, taking in the information with a smile from her seat.
“Well, whoever cooks the slab of meat, I’m sure they are good.”
“What happens if they’re not?” I joke.
“Well, then I’ll write a yelp review that says that I demand Percy to cook there full time.”
“You can’t take him away from the bar! Where would I get all my nutritious meals from?” I playfully whine.
“Well, you know there is always the diner. You know, the establishment that I work at, down the street,” she deadpans.
“Oh, yeah, that place. I forgot about it.” I look at her out of the corner of my eye as she lightly swats at my arm.
Minutes later, I’m parked on the side of the restaurant. I turn off the engine and turn to her in the front seat.
“There’s one thing that I wanted to do, but I forgot to do because you look absolutely stunning.”
“Yeah, what’s that?” she asks.
I raise my right hand and cup her jaw, lightly pulling her face closer to mine. I brush my lips against hers twice, then I p
ull back with a smile on my face. I look into her eyes and see the same happy expression on her face that I’m sure is on mine as she hums and opens her eyes.
“That was nice,” she says quietly.
“Now, let’s go eat.” I reply with a smile and a good feeling.
Dinner is exceptional and the company was the best that a man could ask for. As I pull up to her curb, I walk up to the door with my arm around her.
“Well, I hope that the raincheck date, was good for you,” I say as she reaches to unlock her door. She does so quietly, then turns the knob to open it. She turns in my arms and drapes her arms around my neck, tilts her head and then licks her lips.
“Come in?” she asks.
“Yeah, I can do that.” I don’t even need to think about it before I act.
She takes my hand and I follow her inside.
Five
Her apartment is cozy.
Colorful throw pillows are lined up on her gray couch that sits in front of the medium sized television. She has a bookshelf that has books spilling off the shelves and a small dining table with two chairs off the galley kitchen.
She has picture frames with inspirational quotes on a few of the walls and a few photos of her and others that I imagine is her family.
She pulls me by the hand past everything and down the small dark hallway which passes by a bathroom and then into another dark room.
She lets go of my hand and then the dark room fills with a low light from the lamp beside her bed.
“Is this okay?” she asks hesitantly.
I nod, as words cannot form at the moment.
She sits down on her bed and pats the space beside her.
“I don’t want to be too presumptive. But I really like you,” she says.
“I like you, too.” I say sitting beside her. She places her hand on my thigh and through her lashes, she looks up at me.
“Is this okay?” she asks.
“You’re good. I promise you that you are all good and I’ll be okay with whatever you want,” I reply with a smile.
The look of nervousness disappears from her brow as she leans in, making the first move. I lean forward and kiss her with as much passion that I can spill into a kiss. We must have kissed for minutes, memorizing one anothers mouths and how the other likes to be kissed before she pulls back and maneuvers to sit astride me.
“Let me know if I crush you,” she whispers against my lips. Before I can protest, her tongue dives into my mouth and we’re running our hands across each other’s backs and moaning in the back of our throats.
Her hand moves in between our bodies as she fingers the waistband of my jeans and in a second, she has my pants unbuttoned. She lifts slowly then pulls the zipper down as I pull back to gauge her mood.
“I don’t want you to rush if you don’t want to, I’m not going anywhere and I’ll go whatever speed that you want me to,” I say to be clear to her that I genuinely like her.
“I want to do this, after last night, you’re all that I can think about.”
“I feel the same way,” I say pulling her back into the kiss by the column of her slender neck.
Her shirt comes off as she leans back on my thighs and cups my cock through my pants. She smiles when she feels around with the length and then looks up at me with a sparkle in her eye while biting her lower lip.
“What’s that look for?” I ask her.
“I am just surprised, that’s all.”
“Surprised, by what?” I ask her confused.
“You didn’t strike me as a big dick.”
I laugh, then clear my throat. “Excuse me? I’m not quite sure what that means.”
“I just was expecting you to have an average sized dick,” she explains nonchalantly like she’s talking about the morning news.
“Average sized?”
“You know, not as big as you.”
“This is an odd conversation to have with your hand on my dick without wearing a shirt.”
“Sorry, I have a habit for saying what I’m thinking out loud without my filter,” she says sheepishly.
“It’s no problem, but now I’m intrigued.” I say with a wink.
“Don’t be. Random thoughts occur all the time, and this is a moment of one of them. You’re welcome.”
She leans into me and kisses me again, my mind continues to wander to why she thought I had an average sized dick, instead I relish in enjoying her hand rubbing my length as our tongues tangle together, our breaths get heavy, and her skin erupts with goosebumps.
Our breaths begin to get ragged as we continue kissing. Madison pulls my shirt over my head and runs her hands over my chest, then she pushes me onto my back and leans down to continue kissing as my hands move from her waist to her ass. I squeeze lightly and she begins to circle her hips on my lap, pressing down as she moves.
It’s been years, likely since high school since I’ve done this much making out with someone. I am fairly certain that if she took my cock out and stroked me, that I would immediately blow my load. So much so that when she leans up on her knees, grips the waistband of my pants and pulls down, I hold my breath in preparation.
My cock springs free, the crown poking through out of my boxers and Madison looks at it like it’s a piece a candy.
“Are you just going to stare?” I ask after a moment of no movement.
She snaps her head up to look at me and smiles.
“I’m trying to decide what I want to do with you,” she replies.
“And have you decided?”
She shakes her head with a grin, stands up from the bed and walks over to her closet. She turns around and returns to the bed with a velvet bag in her hand that has me curious.
She reaches in, pulls out a blue rubber ring, still in its original packaging, and holds it up to me.
“A cock ring?” I ask.
“Have you ever worn one of these?”
“Not yet,” I reply audibly swallowing.
“Are you against wearing one?” she asks with her eyebrow lifted an a mischievous grin.
Six
We’re laying naked on her floral duvet cover, Madison rolls from her back to over me, her bare pussy hovering over my vibrating cock. She fists my hardness and messes with one of the settings on the blue cock ring, then moves with me at her entrance before she slowly moves down and my cock is buried inside her warmth.
We let out a moan at the same time, as she arches her back, with one hand on the wall for support and the other on my chest. She begins to move up and down on me, finding her rhythm with my hands lightly guiding her tempo on her hips.
I move from underneath her, pumping my hips up to meet her bounce for bounce. I watch as she places her fingers against her clit and massages when she pulls up. She makes small sounds and heavy breaths while I groan loudly from the base of my throat.
She starts to move faster, rotating her pelvis when she lifts and slamming down to a grinding motion to get the vibrating piece to hit her clit for an extended period of time.
After a few minutes of the repetitive movements, our breaths became shallow and our movements joined are erratic and soon we both are whispering that we are about to come.
I lean my head back into the mattress and close my eyes as tingling begins from the base of my spine and spirals as I erupt.
She slowly moves up and down on me as the last of my orgasm is pulled out of me. With a lazy and satisfied smile on her face, she stops and sits with my cock inside of her to the hilt.
“What’s that look for?” I ask her once my eyes focus on her.
“I was just thinking about how I want to do that again, and again, and again.”
“I think that I can accommodate that, but how about without the cock ring?” I ask her.
“Didn’t like it?” she asks.
“My cock went numb at one point from all the vibrating,” I say with a laugh.
“Shit, well I know that we should have spoken about this previously, especially since
we um, already had the sex. But I’m totally clean, like sparkling clean. You could take a white glove to me and I’m that clean.” she laughs awkwardly.
“I mean that’s a really weird description for how clean you are, but I get what you’re saying. And yeah, I could be just as clean, but I’m not going to compare myself to household cleaners.”
“Talk about romantic bedroom talk, I don’t know about you, but I think I’m totally horny again,” she laughs.
The next morning, I’m slowly waking up and recognizing that I’m not at home, but still at Madison’s house. We talked more last night, ate a late-night snack of Cheetos and ice cream in our underwear and then had a little more fun before we passed out for the rest of the night.
The space beside me is cold as I reach out to touch her. I roll over onto my back and turn my head to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside the empty space. It is still early, but I don’t want to look like a total slacker by sleeping when she’s likely been up for a while.
I slowly come to a sitting position, rub my eyes and stretch while standing. I look around the room for my clothing. I find my pants and then walk out of the bedroom, through the small hallway and into the main living space. I see Madison, wearing loose fitting sweats and a Henley baseball shirt. Her red hair is in a messy bun and she stands in front of the kitchen sink facing the wall staring at the coffee maker as it churns out the heavenly liquid from the gods.
Slowly, I walk up behind her, place my hands gently on her hips and feel her startle under my touch. She slowly turns and I see her breath return from heightened to normal.
“Morning. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” I say to her with a smile.
“No, you didn’t. I was just deep in my thoughts. Good morning, do you want something to eat?” she asks.
“I was hoping we could go grab something to eat, what time do you need to be at work?” I ask her.
She looks over to the microwave clock and says, “I’ve got about forty minutes, sorry. I guess that’s not enough time for anything other than a bowl of cereal,” she says turning towards me with an apologetic look.
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