Blind Date

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My best friend Hilary is constantly trying to set me up. I try and decline, after all she's on her second marriage and she's ten months younger than me and her kids are nearly 4 and 1, and she's only 22.

I finally agreed on promise that she wouldn't bother me again.

"So what's he like?"

"He's a friend of Jerry's (her husband) from Colorado. He's got a nice ass," she laughed, "wears glasses and he tends to use big words in conversation, just like you do." I rolled my eyes jotted down his phone number and left.

I got his answering machine and gave him my address and suggested a time. He replied to my answering machine and the date was set.




"So what's she like?" he asked Jerry.

"Short," he replied dodging the question, why did his wife insist on setting up her friends with his friends?

"She's more than short," Hilary slapped her husband on shoulder. "Her favorite pizza is Italian Sausage and Black Olives, she prefers an evening at home rather than risking traffic and noisy theaters. She's a sci fi fan, and a great sense of humor."

"Oh great a sense of humor," he rolled his eyes, meant she was a dog.

"Come on she doesn't get out much, because she's not interested in playing games." Hilary said.

"Fine, anything else I should know?"

"Forgo wine, take a bottle of Dr. Pepper."



I pulled on a snug pair of jeans and pulled on a soft lilac t-shirt, hopefully he wouldn't be taking me someplace dressy.

He knocked on door just as I finished putting on some lip gloss and a dusting of eye shadow. I dashed to door and opened it. My jaw nearly dropped, I expected some nerdy farm boy. Here before me was a vision, he wasn't muscle bound nor was he flabby and he was holding a pizza and what looked like a sack from video palace with a liter of Dr. Pepper.

 

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Great sense of humor he thought, hoping the pizza and Dr. Pepper would go over smoothly.

He watched the door swing open eyeing the lovely form behind it. She was short, about 5'3" his eyes skimmed from the dark brown hair that framed a round face, a cute upturned nose, scattered with freckles, brown eyes hidden behind thick glasses, and full rosey lips. His eyes flicked downward sizing up the ripe melon sized breasts covered by the thin t-shirt then tapering to a nice waist, and jeans clinging to the hips as they curved out. He could only imagine the curves of her legs as his eyes drifted upward.

 

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Steve

My first thought was "If that's what 'a great sense of humor' means these days, I have to get out more."

"Good evening, I'm Steve, Hilary and Jerry's friend." I paused as she looked me over, eyeing the packages I brought. A small smile graced her lips. "I stopped off at Chez Tony's for a Sausage and Olive pie. And what does the true gourmand imbibe with his pizza pie, but Dr. Pepper?"



OOC: If you're tired of posts with me, , I'll let someone else take the part, but it seemed like fun and no one else jumped.

 

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Mic

Well I was going to give it 24 hours before pleading....*wink*

but I'm happy someone finally picked up on it.

IC

"Come in," the pizza, the Dr. Pepper I wasn't sure whether I was dreaming or incredibly lucky, "why don't you set the pizza down on table while I get some glasses." Not to mention some ice cubes I thought as I took advantage watching him bend over the low living room table. I licked my lips, oh he definetly had a nice ass, I tore my eyes away and snagged two glasses and a tray of ice cubes.

I was going to say something about how he looked better than he sounded but dismissed it along with about a zillion other lines. What was it about him that had me wondering what else was hiding in his pants besides his cute ass?

"Italian sausage and black olive my favorite," I plopped a few ice cubes in each glass and poured the bubbly soda into them. He opened the box and the aroma among other things nearly had me drooling. I reached across him my breasts brushing him as I snagged a piece.

 

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Steve

Thank you Hilary. I saw the look in Mic's eyes and I knew Hilary's advice had been perfect. What I thought was going to be a favor to my friend was starting to look like it could be fun.

She went for ice in the kitchen and told me to put the stuff on the living room table. As I bent over to place the pizza box on the table I felt like I was being watched, but when I turned, Mic had gone into the kitchen. Placing the rest of the stuff down I took a moment to examine the room. A room told a lot about its occupant.

Several bookcases, one filled with what looked to be the classics, and another full of softcover books. A couch and two chairs, a reasonable TV, fireplace...the tschotscke and knickknacks were tasteful and sparingly used. Clean and neat, a no-nonsense type of living room. I was about to check out her bookcases when she came back with two glasses and a tray full of ice.

She looked like she was going to say something else, but she paused and said, "Italian sausage and black olive, my favorite." Thank you again, Hilary. The living room table was a bit short for comfortable eating, so we sat on the floor up against the couch for ease. Mic poured us some Dr. Pepper and I opened the pizza box. The smell WAS delicious. Mic reached for piece of the pizza and accidently rubbed her breasts up against my arm. At least I thought it was an accident. Of course with breasts like that, I didn't mind if she rubbed them up against me more. I pulled my glasses off and rubbed my sinuses. Steve, old man, are you ready for this?

Mic looked at the video store bag, "What did you bring us?"

"Well, the first one is the original Planet of the Apes and the second one is Fahrenheit 451. The third tape is a surprise."

 

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Mic

Mic looked at the video store bag, "What did you bring us?"

"Well, the first one is the original Planet of the Apes and the second one is Fahrenheit 451. The third tape is a surprise."

At first I was thinking six hours watching video? Then I thought six hours of snuggling closer to him and smiled, "I actually haven't seen Fahrenheit 451, isn't it a Michael Chryton flick?"

I snag the tape and stand moving to the TV and fliping it on, bending over so I can insert the tape. I walk back and take a quick drink before saying, "I'm going to get some ranch sauce and honey to eat with the crust. Is there anything you'd like from the kitchen?" Honey, my mind was thinking of other places to use it. I blushed slightly, Hilary was right I needed to get out more.

 

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Steve

"Actually no," I start, "I don't know if Michael Crighton is doing a remake, but this Fahrenheit 451 is the original 1966 version, starring..." my voice sort of trails off as Mic bends to put the tape in the VCR. Half of his mind was thinking, "Bend from the knees-its puts less strain on the lumbar region." The other half was thinking, "Holy Shit! Look at that Ass!"

"I'm going to get some ranch sauce and honey to eat with the crust. Is there anything you'd like from the kitchen?"

"Whip Cream?" I joke. "Just kidding. No, I'm good."

Mic raises an eyebrow, but says nothing as she heads into the kitchen again.

Whip Cream? I have got to stop letting my inner monologue out.

 

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Mic

I head out to kitchen and pour some honey on a saucer and pour the ranch into a cup before returning, The credits are finally flowing across the screen as I sit down, picking up the crust of my piece and dipping it in the honey, twirling it to break the thin line that trailed off it and slowly licked and nibbled it away. I wasn't even aware of his eyes on me until I was ready to reach for another piece. I blink and smile wondering if I had pizza sauce on my face or something as I snagged another piece trying to be casual at wiping my chin off as I settle back against the couch.

 

[Xantham]

Steve

Mic came out of the kitchen with a plate and cup in her hands. When she bent to place them on the table, I thought I could see the vague outline of her panties through her jeans. My brain warred with itself again, "Tight jeans pose a risk to the cardiovascular system--I wonder what color those panties are?" I really think I'm a little schizo at times like these.
Mic smiled at me as she settled into position against the couch-I can feel her leg touching my leg lightly. I smiled back as she dipped her crust in the honey. Slowly, Mic brought her crust of pizza from the plate to her glossy red lips. First, a little lick to gather the honey dripping off the end, then a nibble, just teasing the bread. Then...I winced as if in pain.
Mic looked at me, then blinked and smiled. She turned back and surreptitiously wiped a droplet of honey from her chin with her fingertip. She placed her finger in her mouth and with a little swirl of her tongue cleaned the last drop of honey off her finger.
"Mm..more soda?" I stammer.

 

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Mic

"sure, fill me up," I saw something in his eyes that I couldn't quite name as the movie played on I found myself wiggling closer to him until our legs were just touching. There was something odd going on in my stomach like butterflies and lava whirling around. I was going to chide Hilary later for reducing Steve to a nice ass and uses big words.

"So what did Hilary and Jerry tell you about me?"

 

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Steve

I try to gather my wits about me again, as I pour Mic a refill on her soda. there was definitely something in the air, or else someone spiked the Dr. Pepper, and since I bought it and didn't remember spiking it, I ruled that out.

"Well, you know Jerry," I said, smiling, "I think he summed you up as short. Which, while technically true, is only by today's standards. A thousand years ago, you would have been average height. And at 5'6", I'm hardly bumping into chandeliers myself. That was probably Jerry's whole thinking process on this date. Put two short people together and they'll be fine."

I give a light laugh at my own joke. I realize that while I was speaking, Mic had perhaps unconsciously slid a little closer to me. She seemed to be enjoying herself. I continued, "Hilary on the other hand was a little more descriptive, but I think I can honestly say, that your desription did not measure up to the real thing." I offer my glass in a toast.

 

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Mic

"I'll take that as a compliment. To the little people." I raise my glass and stifle a blush as I was thinking about other things that were definetly not little. Our glasses clink together and I glance over at TV noticing not only had the movie run but that there was only one slice of pizza left. I felt like such a pig, but at same time I was glad I'd been doing something with my mouth otherwise I'd probably have said something stupid.

"There's one more piece left, care to share it?" I lift the piece from the box and bringing the tip to my lips slowly lower the cheesey strands into my mouth before taking a bite. I feel silly as I point the slice at his lips, once again noticing how full and soft they are.

 

[Xantham]

Steve

"Don't mind if I do."

What is it about her that makes me aquiesce so easily. I feel like an old friend with her and not a blind date. Although how an old friend could have overlooked a fox like this was beyond me. I thought I could see a little trace of lipstick on the pizza slice she offered me. I reached my head forward to bite at the piece and placed my hand to steady myself. Without realizing it at first, I had placed my hand on her thigh. The shock made me shift my head and I got pizza sauce all over my upper lip and right cheek. I tried to laugh it off, "Eating disorder...been plaguing me since I was child. Do you have a napkin?" I hoped I didn't look as stupid as I felt. I couldn't even look her in the face and dropped my eyes, noticing for the first time that I could see her nipples showing through her tee. Well, that's one area where she's not short. I tear my eyes away as Mic answers me.

 

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Mic

I felt a warmth spread through me as his hand rested lightly on my hip. "I don't see any napkins," I find myself tipping his head to face mine and with a boldness I didn't know I had in me my lips slowly approach his and I slowly lick the sauce off. I pull back slowly feeling wierd and shocked that I had been so brave.

"I'm, well I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not." My lips twist in a pout as I consider my words. "I usually don't," my words are cut off as his fingers cup my face and our lips meet.

 

[Xantham]

Steve

Mic reached out to hold my head in her hand. As she drew her face to mine I was able to look deep in her eyes, for a moment I became lost there. Her lips drew close and just as I was thinking she was going to kiss me her tongue darted out from between her lips as she licked the sauce off my face. I was frozen. The sensations running through my mind were ones I hadn't felt in too many years. As she drew back, I could see the worry in her face that she had acted too tempestuously. She began to apologize, but I stopped her. Cupping her face in my hand I drew her lips back to mine. Our lips entwined in what was first a clumsy kiss but soon became a heated transfer of passion. "Mic, if this moves too fast for you let me know, but to be honest I haven't felt this way about someone for years." With that said, I brought my lips back to hers as I wrapped my arms around her body. The awkward position of our bodies caused us to slide to the floor with Mic gently resting half on me. All thoughts of the movie, the pizza, and pretty much everything else faded into the background as our tongues began to explore each other's mouths.

 

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Mic

I nodded softly before we were puled down to floor in tangle, that I wasn't even aware of our lips kept meeting and touching. It was like we were teenagers and kissing was all we were allowed to do. My lips become lost in pressure of his, and soon I couldn't really tell whose teeth were whose are are tongues played. I felt his hands slide slowly under the back of my shirt, the warm fingers setting fires along the sensitive skin along my spine. I felt his fingers trying to sort out my bra and breathed gently into kiss trying to break away but instead was drawn in as we shared a single breath for what seemed like an eternity. I shifted my hands and pushed myself up breathless, looking down at him, this wasn't how I'd pictured my blind date going, or any first date. I was aware of every inch of my skin along with what I wanted. My hands went back behind me and I slide them under my shirt undoing the four metal hook and eyes that kept my bra in place. I felt nervous and excited at the same time as I slide it off both shoulders, feeling my breasts give as fabric was pulled away. I pulled in my arms and removed the delicate garment and slide my arms back out.

I was somewhat self consious about my body as I watched his reaction and we continued kissing, with me partly lying on top of him.

 

[Xantham]

Steve

I felt like a hormone-filled teenager as we necked on the carpet of her livingroom. I kept wondering if her parents weren't going to come home soon and catch me making out with their daughter. But this was no teenager in my arms, this was a woman, warm and soft and apparently as full of desire as I was. I slid my hands up and down her back. Her t-shirt had come untucked during the passionate kissing and I began to slide my hands up under her shirt. I fleetingly remembered the first girl who had let me put my hands under her shirt. Back then, I encountered a training bra, but this time I ran into the bra equivalent of "the club." Try as I may, I couldn't figure out the mechanism. Maybe it was the years of no practice, maybe it was my distinct lack of dexterity, maybe it was the fact that the bra was holding in breasts of such pleasingly prodigious size that it was reluctant to let them loose, but whatever the cause, I was starting to feel like an idiot. Mic seperated from our magical kiss and-as only girls can do-pulled her bra off for me without removing her shirt. She looked shyly at me as she pulled the bra out her armhole.

I suddenly realized what was going on. Here we were on a first date, lying on the floor kissing like newlyweds, her without a bra now, and from the way she was half on me she had to feel how excited I had become. I was almost tempted to stop us before we went too far, but as she lay down on me again and I felt the soft flesh of her breasts moving under her shirt, I gave in to my baser needs. Almost greedily I attacked her lips again with mine. Slipping one hand inside her shirt, I slowly massage her back, working over to her side, moving my hand in patterns ever upward until I feel myself brushing against her breast. Mic gives a start, but then continues kissing me. I take it as a signal of acceptance and I start to run my fingers over that part of the breast that I can reach. Feeling overly bold, I slide my other hand down her back and under the waistband of her jeans, running my hand over her panties-plain cotton, but to me there is something ultra-sexy about cotton underwear with a little flower or heart print. It shows sensibility while maintaining that little-girl quality that is so innocent. I reach as far as my awkward position will allow, giving me just enough length to begin to squeeze and massage the top of her ass through her panties. "Mmm...perfect," I mumble into the kiss.

 

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Mic

We were like teenagers, teenagers who knew very well what they were doing. I felt his hand slide up then the other venturing down. I nearly pulled away but the desire and his kissing kept drawing me back in. I pull back a little, "Wouldn't we be more comfortable on the couch?" My face was flushed and I felt my breasts moving the nipples slowly tightening as they rubbed against inside of my shirt. At least I didn't suggest my bedroom, my tongue runs over my lips as I slowly stand feeling every motion of my breasts and I offer my hand to him, it seems kind of silly but he takes it and I plant my feet firmly and help him up. The pause seems to have helped calm us, or make us more determined. I sat down on couch sprawled my legs out. My jeans seemed too tight as I watched his eyes slide over me, I suddenly understood the meaning of the phrase 'he looked at me like food.'

"Join me?" I say in soft half tone battling my insecurity with my desire to feel his fingers upon me.

 

[Xantham]

Steve

ooc: Sorry for the delay. RL eating up my time.

IC:

Her invitation of the couch brought me back to my senses. Whoa, buddy, slow down. I realize it's been a while, but let's remember our manners. She slowly climbed off of me and stood up. Her face was flushed and her nipples were clearly seen through her light shirt.

She reached down to help me up. I stood and suddenly felt awkward again. On the floor we had been caught in the heat of passion. We did things that, upon reflection, may not have been the best of ideas. I was unsure of how to proceed.

Mic sat down on the couch. Limbs splayed out Her breasts swelled under her shirt. Her cheeks were still glowing. She spoke, "Join me?"

I gazed at her body, drinking it all in. What was it about this woman that made me desire her so much? I wanted her. I took my glasses off and laid them on the table. I joined Mic on the couch, enclosing her in my arms. I laid a kiss on her forehead, then her nose, finally I stopped inches from her lips. "What is it about you that makes me want you so very badly?"

 

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Mic

I pause my forehead wrinkling as I formulate an answer, "Perhaps we recognize something in each other that we didn't know we needed until we met." My tongue slides over my lips, for some reason I feel desire to entice him away from such mental pursuits even as it makes me more interested in him that he even considers why he wants me. Then it hits me that he does want me and badly. A shiver runs through me, breasts swaying under my shirt and I feel half lost to him as his fingers play with the silky strands of my dark brown hair.

 

[Xantham]

Steve

Mic looked so cute trying to think of an answer to my question, that at first I wanted to laugh. But when she answered, I knew she was right. We had some sort of chemistry between us. I ran my fingers through her silken hair, feeling the strands slide between my fingers.

"Mic...you are truly a special person."

I lean in close to kiss her. Her face was shining with glee as she avoided letting my lips touch hers. I found myself drawn in to her game of lip tag as we playfully nipped at each other's ears and necks. First one of us would try to get a solid kiss, then once successful, the other had to try. I felt young again, like back in school. Any unease I momentarily had was gone again. Finally we tired of our game as she caught my eye and drew me in for some French lessons.

 

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Mic

I accepted the compliment, and we engaged in a playful kissing game of tag. Then out of fear we'd fall off the couch, my hand slide up to pull his face in for a lengthy kiss, a give and take of tongues, air, and just a playful intensity that made my skin tingle. I could feel the pressure of his body against mine, my nipples unusually hard for so little contact.

I mentally reminded myself to thank Hilary as we explored each new sensation fully, not rushing or in a hurry to go anywhere.

 

[Xantham]

Steve

I realized after that I couldn't help myself. Mic truly made me feel like a young kid again. I had to do it. I knew Mic was going to hate me in the morning, but there was some childish imp inside of me that wanted out. I gave her lips one last lick as I broke from our divine kiss. Once again, I kissed her nose, then her forehead and then her earlobe. I kissed down her neck to a low spot just over her clavicle and then I sucked. It took Mic a moment to realize what was happening, and by then it was too late. There it was, bright red. I looked at Mic with sheepish sad puppy dog eyes. I knew I was in trouble. I wondered what Hilary would think tomorrow when she saw the hickey on Mic's neck.

 

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Mic

"I don't own any turtle necks," I said in playful whine, "Besides it's summer, maybe I can find a scarf." I ruffle his hair and smile, "Bad boy, maybe I should leave a mark on you?" I was debating where to put it that would be the most questionable and giggled. "Did Hilary and Jerry ask you to go swimming with them tomorrow? I got feeling Hil wanted to make sure I told her how things went." It was funny to intersperse conversation with kisses but it felt natural to talk and tease at the same time with him. I dind't get sense that his brain shut down when his lower half was fully functional.

 

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Steve

"You mean you would hide my work of art?" I replied trying to look serious. "I do have to admit, though, fair is fair and I will let you make your mark, so to speak, on me." I nibble on the skin on her shoulder. I feel so at ease discussing seemingly benign issues while smooching on the couch. "For the other issue, I didn't get invited to swim, but I was invited for an early dinner. Perhaps she wanted to have a little one-on-one time with you first and give you a chance to escape if things didn't work out between us." Speaking of escaping, I had to reach down and shift my package, it was a bit embarrassing, but the feel of laying next to the body of this woman was too much for me to bear and I was trapped in my own briefs. I knew Mic could not mistake what I was doing, but I hoped she was understanding.