Our First, er, Second Time!


This one’s 100% true, but the names have been changed….

There are two parts, the first time, er, attempt, and the second!~

Part ONE!

We enter my apartment, and things are going quite well! We’re on our fourth date, and well, I LIKE him! Warren has successfully charmed me with his wit, his smile, his kindness, and his not inconsiderate dancing skills. His kissing skills are certainly not lacking as our last date proved, and it was mighty hard to focus on waiting until this date to go farther!

We enter, and neither of us has had anything to to drink, because he’s driving and I want to be sharp.

“Can I pour you a glass of wine, or something else? Although I’m not sure what else might be other than Diet Coke.”

“What do you have for wine?” he says in his most seductive voice.

“I’ve got two different Reislings, a Gewürtztraminer, a Merlot and a very good Chardonnay.” I pray he doesn’t mock me for my stuff, I know he knows the good ones.

“I’ll have the Gewürtztraminer, you rarely see it at restaurants, but I like it.” Be still my beating heart, he likes my favorite wines? Yow!

I pour a pair of glasses and hand it to him. He sips and smiles.

“It’s, uh, the cheap stuff, but I like it.” Why am I so damn nervous???

“It’s fine, just fine, like…you. You’re quite fine yourself.” His voice is dripping seduction, and I realize he’s exactly on the same page I am. Tonight is THE night.

I try to be cool. “You’re just saying that.”

“No, I told you I’m quite honest. I think you’re really quite beautiful.”

With that he puts down his wine and kisses me deeply. I fumble behind me to put mine down and kiss back for all I’m worth. This guy has me going like never before. He’s making me feel like I’m sixteen again, awkward and geeky, and the butterflies are huge, isn’t that what real love is supposed to feel like?

He’s very much a gentleman, as he’s happy with his arms around my waist, so I pull them towards my butt, go for it, handsome, I’m ready and more than willing! He pulls back and gives me his very boyish grin which makes him look much younger than his thirty eight years, and gently squeezes my butt as he lifts me into his arms. I wrap my arms tight about him and kiss him with everything I’ve got, but he’s not going anywhere.

Shit! He doesn’t know where my bedroom is! I unwrap one arm because I don’t want to let him go for a second and point down the hall, and mumble out “last door!”. He carries me slowly and I am loving every second of it. I know my room is tidy, there’s numerous candles for this evening, I’ve got some nice tunes on my little CD player and all I need is this gorgeous man! He slips open the door smoothly, carries me in and lays me down on my bed. I push him backwards and take the lead, holding his face as I explore his mouth with my tongue, and he explores mine as well.

He took off his jacket upon entering, but I still have my wrap and shoes on, and I’ve got get rid of them. Time for a brief, ever so brief break in the action! I pull back and put my finger across his lips.

“Hold on right there, mister. You…are really doing a number on me, but I have to get out of this wrap and these shoes, so let me up for a moment.”

He smiles. “Of course, I want you to be….comfortable.”

Okay. I just wet my panties. I planned ahead though, there is a very sexy outfit in my bathroom, and a supply of other things.

“Give me…a few moments…..and I’ll change into something more….comfortable. The other bathroom is the second door, and you might want to get…quite comfortable yourself. if you know what I mean.” I give him my most seductive look, and I pray he doesn’t think I look like an idiot. Why is THIS guy making it so hard to think?? I dart into my bathroom and shut the door, but call back to him.
“You might want to light a few candles, there’s plenty of them.”

“I’ll….do that.”

It doesn’t take me too long to get out of my clothes and into my nightgown, it’s a fairly short one, white silk, and I think it shows off my legs at their best, while covering up the fact that my B-cups are never going to get me a job at Hooter’s. (No, I KNOW this, I applied in college and got turned down) I play with my hair a bit, and the usual bits that never stay in place aren’t staying, and a few others have joined them! Can’t the hair goddess cut me some slack? I have a major hunk in my bedroom! Let me tidy up the uh, wetness that he’s already inspired, and I’m ready to make his dreams come true.

“You ready for me, handsome?” I call out.

“Oh…yes.” Whoops, this man is going to cost me a fortune in underwear if we stay together!

“Ready or not, here I come.”

I walk out and he has lit several candles, and he’s down to his boxers and he’s sporting a very visible erection. My god, do I turn him on as much as he does me? Janet, my girl, this might be the real thing!

“Uh, how do I look?”

“Amazing.” he says with a raised eyebrow. “Incredibly beautiful.”

Do I walk slowly? Do I run? I am sooooo nervous now! I have an idea!