It's my first time for searching women on OkCupid, so I'm a little apprehensive. I've slept with women before, but it's always been after a night of drinking, or after a party, or as something unexpected after a hang out with a new friend. I've never actually been on a real date with a girl.
The young woman I've been communicating with, seems lovely. With long brown, curly hair, and slim figure, I can picture myself with her already. Holding back her mane of hair, to plant the first kiss on her mouth. But, going on an actual date with her is something else! We seem to have little in common. She's has an academic background, while I'm completely immersed in the arts. But, there's something that draws me to her, all the same.
I was so nervous, that I messaged her that we should take it slow. Keep it pretty platonic for now. Feeling disheartened now, I had mixed feelings about the upcoming date. Luckily, she asked if she should still wear the sexy dress she was planning on, "Or would that be too much of a tease for you? ;)" I feel the familiar rush of excitement. Game on!
She chose the place, but luckily I could easily walk from mine. Feeling an anxious weakness in my stomach, I scan the patio for her. Bingo. Even more beautiful than her pictures. I take a deep breath, and weave through the tables towards her. She looks up, catching my eye. "Hi," I say, nervously approaching the table. "I'm Allie," I say awkwardly, even though she knows it already. The goal was to finally get hers, as she had yet to reveal anything but her screen name.
"Anya," she says, standing, and giving me a quick, but warm hug.
"Aww, nice to meet you," I say while in it. She pulls back, and I give her a once over.
"Wow, that is quite the dress!" I try to flirt.
"Haha, thanks. You look beautiful, as well."
"Well, thank you," I say in a weird silly voice, joining her at the table. She laughs at my dumb non-joke. How sweet. Despite the killer dress, I get a grounded, earthy feeling from her. For some reason, I didn't expect that, with her having a science background. The server saves me temporarily from thinking of what to say next. I order a screwdriver, despite knowing that she chose this venue for the beer selection.
"Not a beer drinker?"
"No, spirits are more up my alley. Not even spirits, but cocktails! I've never really developed a taste for drinking."
"Probably a good thing."
"Yeah. It's working out okay for me," I reassure, another half attempt at a joke. I'm a little self conscious about it, expecting her to bust my chops. Not that she's given me any reason to think that. I just assumed from our differences, that she would think my life choices were inferior. Instead, she reveals a nice smile. I'm grateful for it, and really look at her face for the first time. Large brown eyes, with a small bump on the ridge of her nose, giving her an exotic look.
"Obviously! You own a business, right?"
"Oh, yeah," I respond, forgetting the fact that I'm interesting. "For about five years. A store, in the east end."
"That's amazing. Something I could never do."
"Oh no? I got the feeling you were Super Student." I don't even know what that means. I know nothing about academia.
"Haha, yes. I'm a professional tutor. But, your skills are so beyond me! I'm not business savvy at all. Or creative. I envy that."
"Haha, yeah," I say, feeling a little better. "I guess. You said you're interested in painting, though?"
"Barely! I literally haven't painted since classes in high school, but I thought I'd give it another try recently. I know you're an artist, right?"
"Yes. But I only sell a handful of pieces a year."
"That's great, though. Very cool."
"We could paint together, if that's something that interests you. It's nice to paint with a buddy." Buddy? What is wrong with me? Self sabotage!
"Or I could model for you," she says offhandedly.
"Would you like that? I would love it. It's rare to be able to work with a live model."
"I'd love to get a nude piece done of me." I smile, picturing her naked. Small, but full breasts, with a lean stomach and thighs...
"Allie? Hello...?"
"Sorry. How long was I out?" I joke, grasping the chair dramatically.
"Just long enough to picture me naked." I feel myself redden. Oh my god. I'm speechless, letting out an embarrassed laugh. "You're adorable. Do you want to go somewhere a little more private?"
"My place is around the corner," I surprise myself in saying.
"Once you get past the grungy rest of the house, my room is actually pretty nice," I say, still apologizing for myself.
"I don't mind. I like it, actually. And, I like you." Her large brown eyes look into mine, and I feel the urge to kiss her. "Do you mind?" She asks, considering the last message I sent her. I shake my head that I do not, and she leans in for a soft kiss. I don't like beer, but I love the taste of it on her.
She raises her arms to my shoulders, and rests them there as she relaxedly kisses me on the mouth. With an almost lazy ease, she moves her tongue into my mouth, and lets her wet lips devour me. Completely the opposite of what I expected. Not cold, calculated, or stiff. She moves her lips over mine sensually, and with warm affection. I follow her lead, softly lifting her dress over her head. We only break the kiss for a moment, as she raises her arms only slightly from where they were already.
I remove my own tank top, and her mouth drifts down my neck, sending warm sensations throughout my body. I feel my nipples harden and my pussy moisten at her soft, wet touch. Her lips continue to my breasts as she lays similarly soft kisses on them. She slowly traces her tongue around each nipple, and give each big, wet kisses, that make me moan. I have a strong desire for her to kiss me between the legs like that, and I remove my skirt with this thought in my head.
We make our way over to the bed, so that we are standing beside it. She's worn a bra and underwear under her dress, so I kiss her deeply on the mouth, while reaching around her torso to unclasp the bra, let my hands drift down her arms as I remove it. I reach down to feel her soft skin. Her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, her hips. I peel her underwear over them, following them down her legs, feeling her lean legs all the way down to her feet.
She steps out of the underwear. I look up at her, stealing kisses on her thighs as I do so. My mouth journeys towards her shaven pussy, and she smiles, moaning, putting her hands in my hair. I tease her by planting wet kisses all around her mound. Her inner thighs just beside it, her hips, her pubic bone, her outer lips, until my tongue slips inside, almost by mistake. She softly cries out when it happens, and I continue to lick her slit until I feel that she really wants it. I feel her pelvis turn up towards me, leaning forward into her hips, and her hands subtly pull my face further into her. I absolutely love licking it while it's pressed closed like this, but when she's had enough teasing, I encourage her to lie down on the edge of the bed, so that I can spread her open.
I continue kneeling on the carpet. I kiss the inside of each leg as I lay it to the side, effectively spreading them for me. I can see from her glistening folds that she is enjoying herself, and get a boost of confidence. I can't help but lick the crease between her leg and pussy, teasing her for a little more before I delve into her cleft. Then, I give it to her. I plant my lips over her clit, and swirl my tongue across her luscious nub. She cries out, in a burst of release. Grips the sheets in her fists, arches her back, pushes her pelvis towards me.
I massage her opening as I continue to play with her clit, Anya working her own breasts in her hands, now. My hand drifts lower, tickling the delicate area between her pussy and ass, and she moans louder, tilting her hips towards me, to give me better access to it. I take a risk, and lightly brush her asshole with my finger, almost as if by mistake. "Yes," she breathes, urging me to linger.
I keep my mouth on her clit, but I draw moisture down from her pussy to her delicate asshole. Not that I need to; her creamy wetness has begun to freely stream down her perinulum. I tease the outside with a finger, tickling the area, and alternating between giving her pressure right on it, and lightly massaging it in a circular pattern. She moans, her muscles starting to contract. She curls forward, pressing towards me, bearing down, and I recognize the signs of reaching orgasm. The next time she pushes, I make sure my finger is nice and wet, and plunge it right into her asshole. She curls forward on it; I can feel the tight, muscular walls on her ass contract on my finger, and she cries out, louder than ever before. She convulses, muscles working together at the same time, twitching for a moment, then falling completely limp.
I stop what I'm doing, and finally join her on the bed. "Mmmm," she moans, kissing me deeply on the mouth. She touches my face, and looks into my eyes. "Keep it platonic, eh?" She jokes.
"Haha, well..."
"I'll say. Now what can I do for you?"
"Just relax," I tell her, getting my vibrator from the drawer beside me. She smiles.
"Great!" I put a little lube on, and place it on my clit, laying back down beside her. I moan instantly, already feeling unbearably aroused from making her come. She turns onto her side, and reaches over me to my breasts. She gets up on her elbow, licking one nipple, while playing with the other between two fingers.
"Oh, yeah," I sigh, already feeling the urge. She moans too, still feeling the amorous effects of her orgasm. I feel her pussy press into my leg, and she kisses my breasts with her fantastic mouth. Yeah. Oh, yeah. I close my eyes and picture her coming in my head; her coming with my finger in her ass, and my mouth on her gorgeous pussy. I bear down for it. Oh. Yeah. Oh. Fuck. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!"
We take turns in the washroom, and lay on the bed, on our backs, naked. I can't help myself. "This looks like the beginning of a beauuuutiful friendship." Thankfully, she laughs. She's great.
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