"A date"

Shari takes a sip of beer, saying, "hmm...". She thinks a minute, and her eyes move to the side. After a moment of suspense, she says, "...sucks to be you".

"What do you mean?" you ask, feeling as if you suddenly massively overstepped a boundary, or if you're about to be let down.

Shari says nothing, leaving you hanging for a moment, and she says, "I really don't know how to say this, but..." You know you're about to be let down easy, and try to hide it, but you already start to feel the hurt coming on.

"...I don't put out on the first date," Shari says, with utter seriousness on her face. No sooner than she says it, than a huge grin creeps onto her face which she tries to hide behind her beer bottle.

"Oh, you bitch!" you cry out, throwing one of the loveseat's pillows at her. Shari cracks up, deflecting the pillow with her free hand, her torso and legs curling as she laughs. "Oh dude," she keeps laughing, "you should have seen your face!"

"Not cool," you say. A moment later, a realization dawns on you, "wait, you were going to put out otherwise?"

"You'll never know now," Shari says, still laughing. "Final answer, this is officially a first date".

You decide to mess with her, back. "Well if I know I'm not getting any, we may as well just say goodnight now".

Shari smirks evilly, "if you do that you'll never know what happens on the second date...I have your keys anyway. And your pants. You're stuck here tonight, like it or not."

"Well, I'm glad we have that sorted," you say. A bit of awkward silence descends, and Shari says, "it's funny. Most guys find out I'm in the sex industry, and they either bail, get all excited and just want to fuck, try to be the knight in shining armor, or try to roll with it and get too jealous to make it work. I don't get to just date much," she trails off.

"Must get lonely," you say.

"I wouldn't say lonely, I have plenty of friends and a support network," Shari clarifies, "but it would be nice to come home to someone and just, relax and be myself sometimes".

Curious, you ask, "what do you think Alice expected when she set this up?"

Shari takes a big drink of beer, admitting, "dude, I don't think Alice knew what she expected when she set this up. I don't know if she even had any expectations. Which is why I've been playing this like, whatever."

You say, "you should talk to her".

Shari replies, "I'm going to tomorrow. I'll be right back, I have to use the bathroom." She gets up and walks past you to the bathroom. A minute later, the toilet flushes and you hear the water running. She walks back in, saying, "kill your beer, let's watch some shows before this conversation gets shitty. You watch Day of Honor?"

"Yeah, I just started. You watch it?"

"Hell yeah," she says. "Did the tattoos, piercings, video games, and porn give you the impression I'm into rom-coms?"

"Guess not," you concede, drinking the rest of your beer. You go into the bathroom and do your business first, noticing Shari's already turned all the lights off, and walk into the bedroom to see Shari sitting on it, turning on the streaming service. She pats the side of the bed, pulling up the covers, and you get in next to her. She puts some pillows behind your back and fluffs them, and cuddles into you with her hand on your thigh while you wrap your arm around her shoulders.

Your hand ends up accidentally slipping under her top, and you feel one of her piercings before you realize what you've done. Before you can move your hand away, Shari says, "you can touch, but that's it", and you wrap your hand around her small breast, feeling her pointy, pierced nipple poke against the palm of your hand. Your cock stiffens inside your shorts, and as the fabric and bedsheets shift, you know Shari has to know you're hard, but she makes no movements towards your cock.

The **** has left you with a warm, hazy, feeling, and after a few minutes your erection fades as you watch the show with her, your hand still on her breast. Before long, you're too sleepy to continue watching, and close your eyes.