Fast forward to Saturday night.

'Hey, Rachel! I've just arrived, and am waiting outside!' I texted Rachel from outside the local Cinema multiplex. Truth be told I had already been there for around ten minutes, but considering that the time was still ten minutes before the arranged meet up time I thought that I'd wait until a few minutes beforehand.

My phone vibrated in my hand barely thirty seconds later. My heart raced upon seeing that it was from the lovely lady that I was about to meet. 'Great. Just getting off the bus now. See you in a minute xx'.

Instead of sending a reply I used a nearby window to take one last glance at my appearance in the reflection. I nervously tugged at the collar of the white short sleeved shirt- that I'd bought specifically for this occasion a couple of days ago- underneath my black leather jacket, hoping that Rachel would find my attire appropriate for a first date.

"Bonjour, Mr Bond!" A familiar feminine voice called in a singsong tone from behind me, and with a smile I turned to face her.

"Ah, Miss Moneypenny. So good to see you!" I replied, putting on a Sean Connery esque accent as my smile widened upon getting my first look at my date for the evening.

As expected Rachel was looking absolutely stunning. The gorgeous brunette was wearing a stylish black leather jacket of her own that was not zipped up at all, revealing the high necklined gray top that she wore underneath. A pair of dark blue jeans hugged her lovely long legs nicely, and her simple yet stylish outfit was accentuated by a pair of black ankle boots with a silver buckle on each of them, and the same small clutch bag that she'd taken with her to the student pub when I'd met her. In short she was looking amazing , and my heart rate quickened just at the sight of her. "Hi Rachel! Great to see you!" I damn near blurted out, feeling like a blushing teenager on the receiving end of a smile from a pretty girl for the first time.

"Hi Jakob!" Rachel replied, as she closed the distance between us until we were within a couple of feet within each other, and I got a faint whiff of the perfume that she also wore at the pub. "Great to see you too". Her gaze dipped down to my jacket. "Looks like we both got the memo for tonight's dress code. We're practically wearing the same thing!"

"That is true. We practically look like members of Danny Zucko's T-Birds from Grease, although I'd dare say that you pull off the look better than I do!"

Her bright electric blue eyes practically glowed in response to my compliment. "Thanks, you're not looking too bad yourself, Jakob. "Not exactly Travolta from Pulp Fiction, but definitely better than him in Wild Dogs!" She replied, with that beautiful smile of hers.

"That's probably the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me!" I said with a self depreciating smile and sigh, prompting Rachel to giggle sweetly.

"Don't get used to it!" Rachel replied between giggles, before she stepped in close to me, and pulled me in for a hug. "I've been looking forward to this". She murmured softly into my broad chest, sounding contented as I wrapped my arms around her back.

"Me....me too". I replied, unable to think of a witty reply as the feeling of her warm soft body- or more accurately her huge breasts- pressed up against me, and the sweet intoxicating scent of her perfume filling me nostrils caused certain lustful images and urges to flash briefly through my mind's eye, and I had to subtly alter the angle of the hug to ensure that she didn't feel the bulge in my jeans caused by my suddenly growing manhood. "Shall.....shall we go inside and get our tickets, and any refreshments? I've got a hankering for popcorn".

Rachel untangled herself from my embrace once I'd released my grip of her, and took a step back from me. Her flawless cheeks were noticeably flushed, and her magnificent breasts were noticeably rising and falling spectacularly inside of her grey top in time of her breathing. "Sure, I have just one question for you, and bear in mind that there is only one correct answer here". The gorgeous brunette said, as she altered her stance slightly, bringing the right side of her spectacular body out of my eyeline, even as she placed her right hand down to the inner of right jean clad thigh. "Sweet or salted popcorn?"

"Sweet all the way!" I replied instantaneously and emphatically, leaving no room for debate in the matter.

Rachel's beautiful eyes sparkled, and she unleashed her most dazzling smile. "Right answer, Jakob. If you'd chosen salted that would have raised a serious 'red flag' straight away!"

"Understandable. In fact I would understand if you would have wanted to end the date there and then!" I stated, with an amused chuckle. "People who choose salted popcorn are clearly psycopaths".

"Indeed". Rachel replied with a giggle of her own. "Come on then. Let's get going! We don't want to miss the trailers and the start of the movie, because we were queuing for drinks and popcorn, which is on me by the way......."

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"So what did you think of the film, Rachel?" I asked, once the lights came on, and the end credits had started rolling, accompanied by the song 'Lollypop' by The Chordettes, which was a rather odd choice of a song to go with the ends credits reel of a horror movie. Very odd indeed.

"Meh. It wasn't that scary". Rachel replied unconvincingly, her voice tremoring slightly as she leant down to retrieve her clutch bag from the floor underneath her seat.

An amused smile tugged at my lips in response to my beautiful date's untruthful answer. "Are you sure, Rachel? You were squeezing my hand pretty tightly on quite a few occasions during the film, and I caught you jumping several times too!"

"So did you!" Rachel fired back, as she turned back to face me. Her face was looking a little pale, but there was no mistaking the challenge in her eyes.

"Hey, I freely admit it. It was a decent little horror movie with some effective jump scares. It got me on a few occasions". I freely admitted, throwing up my hands in mock surrender.

"Yeah, it was pretty good, and scared the bejesus out of me at times". Rachel admitted, the colour slowly returning to her face as she retrieved her phone from her clutch bag, and checked it for notifications. "I didn't like what happened to poor Moustache though. He was such a cute kitty".

"Yeah, that was nasty. A nice twist though". I replied, recalling how I'd heard Rachel frantically whispering "Oh no! Moustache!" sounding on the verge of tears as she fate of the main character's very adorable pet was revealed. As a wannabe vet it was obvious that Rachel had a fondness for animals. Cats in particular. "Shall we grab some food?" I asked, as I rose to my feet, and began to check that I still had my phone, wallets, and keys on me.

"I ate not too long before coming out, and the popcorn has filled me out". Rachel said, and I felt a twinge of dissapointment as I knew that the date was nearing the end.

"But I could find room for a milkshake though, Jakob". Rachel continued, as if somehow sensing my disapointment. "I know just the place".

My disapointment evaporated instantly, and a broad smile spread itself across my face. "Excellent. Lead on, Rachel. Lead on......."

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"Did I not tell you that they did the best milkshakes ever? So good!" Rachel exclaimed, as the pair of us came to a stop outside her apartment block. Rachel soon unleashed a blissful moan upon taking a deep sip of her milkshake. "Plus they are on Campus too! The only problem is that the cardboard straws that they use now absolutely suck, and disintegrate not long after you use them. Mine is already almost useless". She continued with a grumble.

"Luckily I swiped some spare straws on our way out!" I announced, before producing no less than six straws from my jacket pocket with a flourish. "For you my fair maiden".

"My hero!" Rachel replied, theatrically pretending to swoon, before taking one of the offered spare straws out of my hand. "Six spare straws though? Really?"

"I can take them back if you like!" I offered with an amused smirk, as I motioned to take back the straw from Rachel.

"No!" Rachel cried out, frantically moving her arm to prevent me from taking the straw from her, before she started to burst into a fit of girlish giggles. "Thank you, Jakob. That's very thoughtful of you. Six straws is a little excessive though".

"That is true..." I conceded with a smile, which quickly took a mischievous edge to it "....but I never do anything half hearted or half assed!"

"Oh really?" Rachel asked, as her voice suddenly acquired a seductive quality to it. "So you always....always follow through, and.... see the job to completion?"

"Always!" I replied with my most charming smile, as I took a half step towards her, sensing an opportunity for a long awaited kiss with the gorgeous brunette.

"We shall see about that!" Rachel purred seductively, whilst throwing an equally enticing smile my way. "Fancy trying some of my milkshake?" She asked, holding up her drink and shaking it slightly.

"Er....sure". I replied, blinking several times in confusion, wondering if I had misread the vibe that Rachel had been giving off.

Rather than handing me the cup to take a sip of her milkshake Rachel instead brought her straw up to her ruby red lips, and took a deep suck of the milkshake. As she placed the cup on the nearby hand railing, she looked up at me with sparkling eyes, and leant in slightly. The invitation for a kiss was unspoken, but this time absolutely undeniable.

Taking the opportunity I leant in, and pressed my lips against her own. They were so soft and pillowy, just as amazing as they were when she kissed me in the bar, although rather than kissing me to deter her would be stalker this time she was doing it because she WANTED to kiss me.

As her sweet smelling perfume filled my nostrils I moaned softly in response to feeling her wrapping her arms around the back of my neck, gently pulling me in closer to her, giving her the opportunity to drive her tongue into my slightly ajar mouth. My moan intensified when her tongue found my own, and I could taste the milkshake that she hadn't swallowed on her agile wet muscle. Rachel had chosen chocolate, cherry, and whipped cream. Mixed with her saliva, and velvety tongue it tasted simply delicious.

Rachel moaned into my mouth as I quickly replicated her actions by wrapping arms around her narrow waist, and pulled her in close, mashing her large round juicy breasts up against my chest, while my tongue twirled and twisted in my mouth against this gorgeous woman's wet muscle. The two tongues almost like two combatants dueling for supremacy in an arena.

Unfortunately all good things eventually have to come to an end, and after an indeterminate amount of time Rachel relinquished her arm lock around my new and pulled away, ending our first proper kiss together. Without doubt it had been the best kiss of my life up to my point, and from the way her beautiful eyes sparkled as she looked up at me it was clear that she'd certainly enjoyed it too.

"I....I.....hope that you.....liked the.......milkshake, Jakob!" **** said in between pants, seemingly trying to suck as much of the air back into her lungs as quickly as possible. As a result her breasts were rising and falling in time with her heavy breathing, and it looked her immense chest was trying to destroy her grey top from the inside.

"I certainly did, Rachel". I replied with a big goofy smile, the sort of smile that can only come from making out with an absolute stunner like Rachel. "I wouldn't mind another taster though. Just to be sure".

"Oh, would you now?" Rachel's right eyebrow rose in amusement, as her breathing quickly regulated itself to its normal rate. "Then I guess that you'll have to go and buy another milkshake from the parlour, as I'm now going upstairs to enjoy the rest of mine!" She declared with a wide smile.

"I presume that you're not going to invite me upstairs?" I said, trying not to sound too disapointed. I understand entirely, as we barely knew each other, but after that electric kiss I felt the urge to mate with her right there and then, coursing through my veins.

Rachel's grin widened. "Damn straight. I don't want you thinking that I'm the sort of gal that indulges in one night stands, or who'll sleep with someone on the first date!"

"The thought had never entered my mind,Rachel. Although I had considered the drinks in the student bar as our first date". I replied smoothly, before flashing her my most charming smile.

"Oh, had you now?" By now Rachel's smile had twisted from one of amusement to something a lot less wholesome, for it had a very naughty and seductive quality to it. "Then I look forward to our next date, Jakob. Our third date!"

I'd barely got enough time to wrap my head around the implications of the renowned perceived protocols regarding the magical 'third date', before Rachel kissed me again. This time the kiss was shorter, but it still had the same lustful hunger and passion as the earlier tongue twirling embrace.

When the kiss ended we both said our goodbyes, and promised to check our schedules for our next meet up, before Rachel made her way inside her apartment block. As the door closed shut behind her I knew that whatever day we managed to arrange the wait would be too long.