Elizabeth's Date

Adam was getting ready for the date. V had said Elizabeth would pick him up at 8, and they took care of everything. This unfortunately meant that Adam had no clue what to wear. He decided to go with a suit, he’d rather be overdressed in an Applebee’s than underdressed at a fancy restaurant like Giorgio’s.

He was pacing his kitchen waiting, when the knock at the door brought him out of his head. “You’re Adam right?” the short redhead asked, her smile made her eyes disappear. She was wearing an oversized green sweatshirt, SUST across the front for the State University of Science and Technology. A golden skirt that cuts off just above her knees, and a pair of red sneakers rounded out her outfit. So safe to say, Adam and Elizabeth were not going to Giorgio’s.

“Yes, Elizabeth, correct?” he put his hand out.

“Yep,” she gave his hand a quick shake and **** her way past him. Elizabeth took in all of Adam’s apartment. He was glad he’s spent time cleaning up the kitchen. “Mind if I use the bathroom?”

“Oh, yea. Um, down the hall on the left.”

She skipped down the hall and closed the door behind her. Adam heard a clattering from the bathroom. He knocked on the door, “Everything okay in there?”

“Yep, just snooping through your medicine cabinet.”

Adam rubbed the bridge of his nose, “My medicine cabinet?”

The door reopened and Elizabeth was standing there, “No worries.” She stepped close to Adam, looking up at him. “So, I was thinking, and we should do it.”

“Wait what?” Adam said backing away from the short woman. She closed the distance he created, pinning him to the hallway wall, with a finger to his chest.

“We. Should. Do. It.” She tapped her finger against his chest with each word.

“I, I,” Adam stammered for a second caught off guard by her forwardness. “I thought you weren’t looking for hookups.”

Elizabeth smiled, “WE aren’t. I am. You passed Viv’s tests, and now I want to get dicked down. Not that Fauna isn’t great, but they don’t go hard enough for me.” She pressed her body against him, “So, what do you say?”

Adam’s cock was already hardening in his pants from Elizabeth’s body pressed to him. “Yes?”

She chuckled, pushing up on her tiptoes, her hands on the back of his neck to pull him down for a kiss. Her soft lips to his. He loosened to her touch, leaning down and touching her. His hand slipped under the hem of her sweatshirt. He caressed the plushness of her curves, exploring her body with his hands and her mouth with his tongue.

He groaned when Elizabeth’s hand rubbed over his stiffness. He kept her tight to him, guiding the two of them down the hall to his room. His fingers dug into her thick thighs as he lifted her, the two of them falling into his bed.

Adam slipped a hand under Elizabeth’s sweater, feeling the rolls of her curves. She was already working on the buttons of his shirt. “Mmmm,” she moaned as Adam’s leg slid up to rest against her crotch.

Adam leaned up as the last button of his shirt came undone. Elizabeth’s hands ran over his newly bared torso. He shed his suit jacket and shirt, tossing them off the foot of his bed. And she leaned up kissing his chest, pushing her lips against his nipple piercing, “Riko will love this,” she flicked over the other, “The two of you will match.”

Adam groaned imagining the other woman’s pierced nipples. But right now, he was more interested in seeing Elizabeth’s. He tugged at the sweatshirt, pulling it over her head. She corrected her glasses, and Adam’s breath caught in his throat looking down at her bust barely contained in her lacy bra. “You’re gorgeous,” Adam sighed.

“You talking to me or them?” she asked, pushing her tits together.

He smirked, “Both.” He hungrily kissed her again, pushing her back into the bed. He kissed down her neck, to the swells of her breasts peaking out over the cups of her bra. It fell slack as Adam unhooked the garment behind Elizabeth. He grunted at the sight of her pale nipples, they begged for him to suckle, and Adam wasn’t one to deny them.

She pulled his head tight to her chest, his tongue flicked over her hardened nubs. Elizabeth’s hips ground against Adam’s thigh. His cock strained against his pants, begging for escape, and Elizabeth wasn’t one to deny it. She pulled his belt free, and before it even hit the ground, she had his pants pulled down over his thighs.

Adam clambered off the end of the bed, standing to remove his pants. Elizabeth flipped forward, laying on her stomach and reaching forward to pull down Adam’s boxers while he stepped out of his pants. “You’re gorgeous,” she sighed, running her fingers over his shaft.

“You talking to me or her?” he asked.

She laughed, “Oh definitely her,” kissing the cockhead. “She’s perfect,” she said, tracing the slight curve with her finger, rubbing her thumb over the swollen tip.

He ran his fingers through her red locks, gently massaging her scalp as she became familiar with his dick. Her tongue ran along his shaft, with a flick over his head. All before plunging him into her mouth. “That feels,” his words were lost as Elizabeth sucked hard on his tip.

She moaned, her fingers toying with her own sex. With a final bob, Adam popped free of her mouth with an audible pop. “I need you to fuck me, right now,” she sat up and fell back into the bed.

Adam crawled back into the bed. Kissing his way up her leg, a wet kiss to her ankle, a lick along her calf, with each kiss to her thigh she whimpered. “I need it.” He smirked as each kiss pushed her skirt higher and higher, revealing inch after inch of her sexy thighs. He was **** to reach the heavenly destination, but each whimper was bliss to his ears. She gripped the sides of his head, pulling his attention up to her, “I need it, please.”

Elizabeth let out a yip as Adam pulled her closer, her legs up against his body. Her skirt little more than a belt, as Adam wrenched her panties off her legs. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she chanted, her voice dripping with need.

He smiled, holding her legs to his chest, kissing her calf by his head. His cock throbbed as he sawed it over her mound. Elizabeth wiggled her hips, “Please,” she whimpered.

“For a kiss,” he offered. She whimpered, reaching up and pulling him down, forcing her knees to her chest. She shrieked in pleasure as their lips met, Adam’s cock penetrating her needy pussy.

The slapping of skin on skin filled his room. Elizabeth moaned in ecstasy as Adam thrust into her harder and harder as Elizabeth insisted for, “More, more, more. Oh gods, yes, yes.”

He wouldn’t last long at this pace, she felt amazing, her face contorting in ecstasy told him she was more than enjoying herself. “OH, Adam, stop,” the last word was barely a whisper, but he froze.

He let go of her legs as he pulled out, his cock throbbed on the verge of exploding. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked between pants.

She sighed, while sitting up. “Viv’s idea. Sorry,” she reached out, stroking his glistening member. “But, congrats you passed,” she laughed, “And if you’re still into it, we can finish.” She licked her lips, darting a glance down to his cock, and in an instant Adam was on her again.

They kissed, Elizabeth’s legs wrapped around his waist as he slammed into her again, working back up to his own orgasm. “I’m about to,” Adam started.

“Fill me,” Elizabeth moaned, “I’m protected.” Adam grunted, his face buried in the crook of her neck. Burst after burst of hot semen shot into Elizabeth’s depths. They continued to make out while Adam’s cock slowly softened, before falling to her side.

“Whew, that was, you’re, I, just wow,” Adam tried his best to form a coherent sentence, failing with each new word.

“My thoughts exactly,” she laughed. “Now in terms of food, I was thinking Wendy’s.”

Oh, yea food, their date. “Sure, we’ll just pop out real quick, and then?”

“Um, actually I was hoping you’d run out and grab it, while I stay here and snoop through your stuff.”

Adam laughed to himself, but upon realizing that she was serious, decided to respond with, “Sorry, I barely know you, this could all be some ploy to rob me. If you don’t want to go with, I could always DoorDash it.”

“Will you still let me snoop?” she asked, giving him a pout while tracing her finger over his nipple, playing with the jewelery.

“If you must,” he said. She rolled over, immediately opening his bedside drawer. “What do you want?” he asked, starting the order on his phone.

“Um, a Dave’s Double. Large fries. Dr. Pepper, no ice,” she said, climbing out of bed and sauntering to his closet. Adam was mesmerized by her ass, her skirt caught on itself in the back. She held up a couple shirts, frowning that most of his clothes likely wouldn’t fit her.

“There are some bigger hoodies in the back, right hand side,” he told her. She fished out a black hoodie, the words ‘I can’t think straight,’ in the colors of the bi flag written across the chest. His cock stirred as he watched her pull it on, his baggy hoodie fitting snug on her, but he wouldn’t complain about how it hugged her chest, the words swelling with her curves. She shimmied out of her skirt, the hoodie reaching down low enough to keep her covered, just barely.

He wanted to take her again, right then and there. And then he realized, if he finished this order he probably could. He quickly added their meals and hit order. “You ready for round 2?” he asked, bounding across the room.

“I think you do owe me an O,” she smiled, looking adorable, and downright sexy in his hoodie, “Or maybe two.”

“Deal,” he said, pulling her back to the bed.

He positioned himself between her legs, and as his tongue lapped over her well fucked sex, she moaned, “Okay, maybe three.”