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“Yeah, it was weird. I was kind of unsure about the whole situation since the guy who owns the place lives next door, but it’s been great.”

“Oh, wow, you weren’t kidding about the space. Oh my god, and those windows. Damn.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s a good arrangement. I get to call this place home at a way below-market price and the guy I’m subletting it from gets a free cat-sitter for the next year while he’s away.”

“That’s incredible. Great find with this place.”

“Okay, so, let me see what I’ve got here. Amaro, gin, vermouth… what do you want?”

“Surprise me.”

Your apartment is warm and dimly lit. There’s a faint smell of palo santo and the open window is letting in a nice breeze.

Nice vintage furniture, record player and a huge shelf of vinyl in the corner.

It’s comfortable. Intimate, almost.

A place I could see myself being comfortable in.

Well, that’s thinking a little too far ahead since we literally just met tonight, but… doesn’t hurt to go ahead and start thinking about these things.

I’m a little buzzed from the wine we had at the bar, but also still a little… nervous, I guess? I never go home with guys on the first date, so this is… yeah, totally new for me.

But that was the point of this whole dating app experiment. Trying new things. Getting out of the little comfort zone I’ve been living in for so long.

This is the first date I’ve been on with someone I met on an app, so I’m keeping my expectations low. But I have to say… tonight has gone really well.

Like, surprisingly well. I mean, I just came home with you which I had absolutely no plans on doing earlier today, so…

You’re objectively hot. Or, conventionally, maybe.

Broad shoulders, toned arms peeking out of your shirtsleeves as you toss around your silver shaker.

And that hair… so dark and wavy and… Yeah.

I’m into you. And I’m 99% positive I want to hookup with you.

But I fully recognize that dating app dates don’t usually go this well, so… I don’t know.

I’ve been waiting for the shoe to drop, I guess, waiting for you to say or do something that I fundamentally disagree with. But so far, so good.

“Alright, here you go. Specialty surprise cocktail.”

“Ooh, it’s beautiful. Wow, with the little maraschino cherries and everything.”

“Oh my god. That’s incredible. What’s in this? Liquid gold?”

“It’s my twist on an old-fashioned.”

“So, were you a bartender at some point or do you just make drinks like this casually?”

“Ah, it’s just a hobby. No professional training. I’m glad you like it—you’ve got a good taste.”

You give me a wink which, normally, I would find kind of… try-hard, but for some reason it’s endearing coming from you. A little sexy.

We’ve already done the whole small talk thing back at the bar. We chatted about our jobs, family, hobbies, all of that, so… now there’s not much left to talk about except… more… personal stuff.

“So, um… can I ask you something?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

“What are you, um… what are you looking for? I mean, I know you said on the app something casual, but I guess I just… I want to hear a little more about that.”

“Um… yeah. Yeah, well, now that I’m two drinks in, I might not be able to give the most eloquent response, but… I guess I’m just looking to… see what happens? I’m not putting any expectations on anyone, including myself. This is my first time using the apps, and I think I just want to go with flow.”

“Right, right. Well, to be fair, I think it’s pretty hard these days… finding real connections with other people, y’know?”

“Yeah, yeah, definitely.”

“I don’t want to sound too much like a serial dater here, but I’ve been on this app cycle plenty of times and…yeah, as you can see, I’ve haven’t exactly found someone I’m planning on growing old with. But that’s okay. I’m not necessarily trying to do that.”

“Right, right. I feel like there’s a lot of pressure on first dates, like… it’s an interview or something. It’s like, I’m not looking for my husband, you know? I’m just looking for someone to… connect with, to see me… even if just for a night.”

“Yeah… exactly. So… hypothetically, if we were to hook up tonight… what would happen tomorrow?”

“That’s a good question. Um… well, assuming it’s, y’know, good… then, I’d say you’ve got a pretty good chance of having breakfast with me tomorrow. Maybe even a second date if you play your cards right.”

“Breakfast and a second date, okay. Sounds good.”

You lean forward and your knee brushes against mine. I feel like we’re dancing around each other, both wanting to take things to the next level but unsure if it’s the right time. It’s like we’re both testing the waters, trying to figure out if there’s something more here than just a fun night out.

“In that case… I think I’m going to go for it. I’ve been thinking about when a good time to kiss you might be, and… it kinda feels like right now is that time. What do you think?”

“I think you think too much.”

Your mouth is warm and soft. You taste like whiskey and maple and it’s… addicting.

Your hand covers nearly my entire knee as you lean forward a little more and deepen the kiss.

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m just… trying to figure you out.”

“You… should use your hands to do that…”

You kiss me deeper… and reach up to gently hold my cheek in one hand.

We’re moving slow… like we’re savoring each other because we know this might be our only night together…

“You feel so good… I feel… really in sync with you…”

“I do, too.”

“I was watching you… earlier, while I was paying at the bar…”

“Watching me?”

“Yeah… just… admiring you. I thought it was really beautiful… you did this thing where you pushed your fingers through your hair and… you were leaning back in the chair and… you weren’t looking at your phone or trying to distract yourself while I was gone. You were just… taking everything in… being in the moment…”

“I want to go to your bedroom.”

You take my hand in yours and wordlessly guide me from the living room down the hall.

Your bedroom is similar to the rest of your apartment. Vintage, muted browns, and greens. Curated in a way that feels natural, unpretentious.

I climb onto the bed and sink back against the pillows, silently beckoning you forward.

When you’re close enough, I grip two of your belt loops and tug you towards me.

“You look really good in my bed.”

“You look really good on top of me.”

“Take these off…”

“Why don’t you take them off for me?”

I fumble with your belt and the clasp of your pants… You help me tug them down over your ass and kick them off onto the floor.

It’s been a while since I’ve done this with someone I don’t know… I have no idea what you like… but it’s kind of… thrilling… figuring it out moment by moment.

It’s like unwrapping a gift… and discovering unexpected things inside…

“Tell me what you like…”

“I… really like having my clit played with…”

“Uh-huh. Okay. Keep going…”

“And… if… it’s the right moment… I can get down with having my asshole fingered…”

“That’s really fucking hot…”

“Mmm… what about you?”

“I… really like when a woman sits on my face…”

“Yeah?”

“It’s even better when she cums in my mouth…”

“I’m seeing some common interests here between us…”

“Mmhm.”

“Lie down. On your back.”

You roll onto your back and lie down with your head against the pillows. I don’t know why, but… you make me feel more playful than I have with other guys. Usually it’s like… being in bed together is this serious thing and… I don’t know. There’s something fun and light about you.

I pull my shirt over my head and toss it behind me somewhere. It feels good to have your eyes on me, watching as I undress. Taking me in.

It’s also kind of hilarious how excited you look for what we’re about to do.

My pants slide easily down my thighs and I kick them off to the floor. You reach for me and I take your hand in mine, guiding it to the front of my underwear.

“Do you realize how hot you are?”

“You do the rest.”

You pull down on the waistband of my underwear, dragging the fabric slowly to my knees… I pull them the rest of the way and toss them with my shirt.

“Fuck… come here…”

I lean forward, reaching for the headboard as I position myself up against you. Your hands are around my hips, your mouth hovering around my abdomen as I arrange myself.

I lower myself down, knees on either side of your head and… slowly… press my pussy up against your mouth.

“Oh… oh, fuck…”

I lift myself up, just to tease you. You lean up to get more of me and draw me back down by my hips.

“Mm, come here.”

“Oh, yeah… yeah, right there…”

Your tongue teases my clit with slow, soft circles. Fuck, you’re good at this.

You’re… slow, but deliberate with each stroke. Each little movement against me is like a soft bolt of electricity…

“Hey… can you… fuck… can you play with my asshole?”

“Oh yeah, yeah…”

“I just like the… the outside played with a little… you’re sure?”

“Yeah, of course. Tell me if I need to… adjust or something.”

You shift both hands from holding my hips to squeezing my ass as your mouth goes back to work on my clit.

I feel one of your fingers part my cheeks and press up against my sensitive entrance. You massage it and apply pressure… circling around it with your fingers…

Oh god, this is… this is really good. Fuck, it’s a lot of sensation… in a good way…

“Oh, fucking—yeah… yeah, keep going… oh, god, right there. Yeah… yeah, you’re going to make me cum on your face…”

“Oh my god, please. Please, cum on my face. Cum in my mouth…”

“Keep going, a little faster… yeah, yeah, just like that—”

“Damn… fuck, wow. Hey, I’m going to go wash my hands real quick, hold on.”

I lie back on your bed, basking a little in the waves of pleasure still washing over me. That was… that was a good orgasm.

I love how much you love giving oral. I feel like that’s kind of rare…

And you being so chill with me asking to have my ass played with? On the first date? That was incredible.

“Welcome back.”

“Miss me?”

“Mm, maybe a little. Come here…”

“That was… a really good orgasm. Thank you. Let me return the favor…”

“Mm, the pleasure was all mine… as you can see…”

You nod down to your lap and your cock is pressing hard up against the front of your boxers. I pull down the waistband and it springs out into my hand.

“So… you like getting your face sat on… I’m guessing your dick likes to get the same treatment…?”

“Very much so.”

“On your back… again.”

You lie back into the pillows and I settle with my knees on either side of your hips. I was never really on top with my ex, so… this is kind of a welcome change.

I grip the base of your cock and give it a few slow, gentle strokes…

“You like that? That feels good?”

“Mm, fuck yes…”

“Condom?”

“Uh, yeah… here.”

I put the condom on you, rolling it down to your base and giving you a few extra strokes as I go.

Fuck, I’m already horny again. Just holding your cock… dragging my thumb over the tip… imagining what it’ll feel like inside of me…

I lift up and position myself just above it… and slowly lower down…

You hold onto your shaft and direct it in… not too far, just an inch or so…

“Fuck… is that… is that good?”

“Yeah, keep going, keep going…”

I bounce up and down a little, pushing you deeper inside of me each time. My pussy is relaxing with each thrust… taking you in… squeezing around you…

I lean forward and lay my hands on your chest for balance. Fuck, you feel good… sliding in me… oh my god…

“Oh, fuck yeah—yeah—bounce harder.”

“Oh, like that? You like that? Oh, god, get deeper—”

Your hands tighten around my hips and you assist me in bouncing up and down against your cock. You fuck me back with hard, short thrusts of your hips.

I can feel you… all the way in my stomach. You’re as deep as you can get…

“Oh my god, oh, god, yeah, just like that, keep going…”

“I’m close… I’m close, I’m getting—I’m almost there…”

I reach forward and grab a handful of your hair, threading my fingers into the soft strands and pressing your body even closer to mine.

“Yeah… yeah! Oh god, yeah—”

I climb off of you and roll onto my back. We’re both staring up at the ceiling, breathing hard, lost in a haze of pleasure.

My fingers trail slowly over my clit… I could cum again, but not quite yet…

I look over at you and there’s this look of complete tranquility on your face.

“Oh god… I can’t move.”

I prop my head up in my hand and just let my gaze wander down your body.

I’ve got two more dates scheduled with other people for this weekend and next, but… I could definitely pencil in another night with you…

“So… did I earn it? Breakfast in the morning?”

“Yeah, you earned it.”