A Third Or Fourth Date

A few minutes pass. Or many minutes. You’re holding Jayne in your arms and you can’t believe how perfect it feels. For the first time in a long time, you can feel attraction without guilt, without regret.

You are both moving slowly, your hands roaming and mouths exploring. You realize you are moaning softly when she presses her breasts against you again. With a deep sigh, she presses herself against you even more tightly, and she bites your bottom lip between her teeth for a moment, just enough to test the waters. Now you can tell for certain she is rubbing herself against your crotch, a small side-to-side movement that instantly starts you hardening in response.

It’s beginning to feel like the situation is coming to a point of no return, and you’re still standing a few paces down the short hall leading from your front door, just inside the small kitchen. In fact, Jayne has pressed you up against the cabinet that contains the washer and dryer.

You’re wondering how to both not stop kissing Jayne for a single moment while still shuffling you both down the hall, at least to the large loveseat in the living room, when she turns her head to the left as you are turning yours to the right.

“Oh!” Jayne says as you knock her glasses half off. You both stop and pull back, and you can’t help but laugh at Jayne’s expression of surprise, her glasses knocked comically ajar.

A helpless fit of mutual giggling ensues. Jayne is blushing as she straightens her glasses, as you say, “Sorry!”

The moment of wild passion passes and you stand there, a little embarrassed but both clearly pleased. With a small smile Jayne says, “Uh, well! I guess I should ask for a quick tour of your place before I maul you, huh?”

“To be fair to you, it was a mutual mauling,” you say, chivalrously. “But luckily the tour will be very quick. Uh, especially since from here in the kitchen you can basically see the entire apartment, except the small closet in my bedroom?”

As the two of you stand in the middle of the kitchen looking around you realize how true that is. The kitchen has a small area for a table, then leads directly into the living room. You only have a single loveseat there, big enough for two people to sit if there are no secrets between them, and a flatscreen on a cheap entertainment console.

A single door leads from the living room, next to where the kitchen/dining room area is separated by the change from carpet to laminated flooring, and because the door is open you can see your bed and dresser. An en suite bathroom door is just inside the bedroom.

“So yeah, 660 square feet. $1700 a month which almost stopped my heart, back in London you could rent a nice house for that much. Well maybe not nice, but a house at least. Get something in the sketchy south east part for sure.”

“Sorry Zach, for me Ontario ends at, say, Mississauga. Anything west of that may as well be the prairies!”

“Your Toronto centric bias is sadly noted,” you say, shaking your head mournfully.

You are walking into the living room as you talk, which again takes like 3 or 4 steps but still. You give a wide, sweeping gesture, making sure to point out the small basement window that lets in a small amount of natural light into the living room.

“And this is the east wing of the compound. This ratty old loveseat is actually a priceless antique but I still sit on it because that’s just how I roll. This empty spot on the floor is where a couch would be but I’m really hardcore into minimalism. That’s also why these two cardboard moving boxes by the TV are full of old DVDs and Blu-rays, I just couldn’t find a bookshelf at IKEA that sparked joy in me. But honestly most of the time I just watch Netflix or stream something in bed on my tablet.”

Jayne smiles as she looks around, nodding. “This is so cute Zach. I know real estate prices everywhere are so nuts, you’re lucky to find a comfy space that works for you within walking distance of work. I am in my stupid car an hour a day commuting through traffic that gets worse every year it seems. I envy your set up here!”

Then she stands next to you and puts her arm through yours and you can’t help but smile back, like the biggest, happiest goof around.

Her eyes are merry and you can’t help but look at her lips. You’re just about to lean down when you regretfully say, “I want to kiss you again very badly, but I feel like we should talk about dinner. I want to sit with you and get to know you, like really learn about your childhood and stuff. And we need to talk about... you know.”

“Yeah, the TAM,” Jayne agrees.

“I’ve been calling it TAM, but yeah.”

“That’s what I said?”

“Well, the ‘T’ stands for ‘The’ so not, uh, ‘The TAM’? Why are you looking at me like that Hallsy?”

Smirking, she rolls her eyes extravagantly and says, “Oh god ok you nerd it’s just TAM, not the TAM.”

With a laugh, you hold up your hands in surrender, “Just saying! If you want, I’ll call it literally anything you want if you let me kiss you again.”

Pulling you close, Jayne laughs dryly, “Good answer. I want to encourage this sort of behavior in my boyfriends, so...” Her lips brush yours before she gently kisses you for several long seconds. Then she opens her eyes and says, “Uh, the boyfriend thing kind of slipped out. I’m not making assumptions or trying to scare you away before we go on a date or anything!”

“Jayne, our first date was an epic adventure to a creepy basement morgue. Our second date was when you broke into a locked room to ransack it of its valuables. Can’t believe I am an accessory to your crime spree.” You kiss her just as softly, barely tickling her lips with yours.

With a low chuckle, Jayne wraps her arms around your waist and rests her face against your neck. “So, this dinner will be our third date? Or was that when I attacked you in your kitchen?”

“Hah! We’ll figure out which date it is when we’re eating maybe. Do you want to go to that patio just down the street? It has more of an all-day breakfast and lunch menu, it looks really good and relaxing but it does close at 7 PM. Or there’s an Argentinian restaurant really close, I think there’s a pub there too. Your pick.”

Thinking about it for a moment, Jayne says, “The Argentinian sounds good but honestly sitting on a patio in this gorgeous weather gets my vote.”

“Excellent, let’s get going before you ravish me again.”