Go out on a date

You returned from the void, your consciousness fading back in as you slowly woke up, warmer than normal. Thoughts hazy and still mostly asleep, you have half-formed and blurry memories of the past few days. "What a drea-" you start before opening your eyes, seeing red curls flowing over your pillows. Sarah is in your bed, pressed against you. This is still real. You aren't caught up in a bunch of blankets, her body is still wrapped around you. Immediately remembering and understanding your situation, you close your eyes again and snuggle up against her until she stirs. "Good morning, sleepyhead" you say, smiling into her perfect face.

You spend the morning grossly incandescent, floating on air as you rejoice in the past few days, but especially last night, beaming as you remember the shower and bedtime with Sarah. Your family is worried about your bioluminescence, but you brush it off and tell them not to worry, you can take care of yourself. On a less busy day you would have to think of how to calm them down: all you had done in each situation was sit there and take it whenever someone bullied you, and though you were very enthusiastic about taking it, or rather convincing the bully to take it, you knew there would reach a breaking point where your family would have an intervention on your behalf and try to save you from yourself. Whatever. You'll get to it.

"Hey loser, how'd you like my soft body pressed against you last night?" she said, grinning smugly. "Oh, it was terrible- wait, you're speaking to me again?" You ask. "You said you didn't want me to sleep with you. Either I do that, or I ignore you. From how soundly you slept with my head resting on your chest I know that it was even more unbearable for you than my ignoring you! 'Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer', after all." Throughout breakfast, Sarah throws side-eyed glances at you and you laugh to yourself, thinking it funny that she was totally incapable of perceiving the situation. She wasn't the only one, as back at school, you had a girlfriend.

-

A few days passed, and you were living it up as Nancy had continued to "****" you in public.

Walking in the halls to your next class, you felt the softness of her hand as her fingers intertwined with yours and she held your hand. You grinned as you heard students whisper their sympathy towards you.

On your way home she would accompany you, peppering your neck and face with tender kisses and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You buzzed as you felt warm air brush your ears, "Just like the good shepherd left the 99 to save the one, I will never stop trying to save you from your degeneracy," she said, smiling softly as she looked into your eyes.

To sell the whole "girlfriend" thing she even took you on dates. That was new for you. Arm locked with yours, she made sure to show you off as you shopped at the mall.

"Sooo… do you like any movies?" You asked cautiously as you walked by the colorful stores.

"I spend my time apart from you dedicated to prayer so that I may become a more faithful servant to our Lord… but I love Kubrick. Dr. Strangelove is hilarious." She says, flatly.

Your head snaps towards her. "Exactly! Oh man, the fact that Peter Sellers plays three parts and does them so well was great!"

Getting excited, she says "Yes! 'gentlemen, you can't fight here, this is the war room!'" You both laugh, just two young people on a date, not a victim and torturer.

"Want to get something to drink?" She asks, and you head into a nearby coffeeshop. After waiting in line you find a table and sit down across from each other. Taking a sip, Nancy says with a grin, "You know, the way you're looking at me you would think I was a man, heathen." It was true: you looked like a lovestruck puppy, smiling like you didn't have a care in the world and using your eyes to drink up all of her beauty. Her head was tilted to the side as she looked at you, causing some of the short hair from her bobcut and bangs to fall towards the ground. She had a cute button nose resting on her face, just above her soft pillowy lips, glistening from her lip gloss. To the side of her lips were her delicate cheeks, which your eyes travelled up until you reached her fierce emerald eyes. Her eyelids were partially closed as she grinned at you, and her gaze seemed to cut through your soul.

"I'm just… surprised to… find someone else who likes Dr. Strangelove" you stammer, feeling your heart pound in your chest as you see Nancy lean forward in her seat and move towards you. You obediently follow her lead and feel gentle hands holding your face as she tilts her head to the best angle and pulls you in for a kiss.

It doesn't last long, but you try to savor every precious moment of liplock as your tongues dance, sharing the taste of your respective coffees with each other. Pulling away, she says "that was for having good taste, my precious sinner~" into your ear, giving you goosebumps.

On some days you would go for walks in the park together and she would talk about the wonder of God's creation, pointing out the different cloud types, the various trees, and even the wildlife that so rarely appeared. Glancing over to the lovely creature you had wrapped your arm around that rested her head on your shoulder, you did not feel as if you could disagree. It was like she thought the sweeter she was to you the more you suffered. Or it would save your soul. Whatever her deal was.

This was the life.

As if she could read your mind, Nancy said "God blesses those he loves. It isn't always punishment. I'm just showing you what you could enjoy on the path of heterosexual righteousness."

This became a beautiful routine: dates, kindness, companionship, and, sometimes, more physical intimacy… Trying to take the initiative and better play your part of boyfriend, you decided to formally ask Nancy out to dinner at a burger place. To make things more romantic, you also decided to buy her flowers. You had briefly browsed the flowers at a local shop with no real goal, but you were surprised to find Nancy's scent coming from a bouquet of lilies. "Lily scented perfume, huh?" You mumble as you headed up front to the counter to buy them. You had agreed to meet at seven, but showed up early with your lilies, waiting for her to make her appearance.

“Can I get you anything while you wait?”, the waiter asked as he approached your booth.

“It’s alright, I’m sure my date’ll be here any minute, and then we’ll order”.

He gave a diligent nod and trotted off.

You checked your watch. Nancy was never late, in fact, she hated unpunctuality. She had five more minutes as you waited, strangely nervous. Just as you became a bit jittery, the door opened with a ding. Nancy looked to her right and saw you, her date, waiting for her. She grinned as she made her way over.

“Good evening”, she said in her silky voice. She slid into the booth opposite you.

“Good evening”, you said with a big smile as you ran a gaze over her top half. Her shoulders (which were almost never bare) were showing in her sleek burgundy dress with the low halter. You took her right hand and brought it to your lips, giving it a soft kiss. “You look absolutely stunning”.

“Don’t I always?”, she teased and traced her finger along your jaw.

“You do indeed, but tonight… I’ve never been so thankful for the gift of sight”. She rolled her eyes and sat back in her seat.

–

Your meal had gone well. Nancy wasn’t much of an eater and she just picked at a salad while laughing and rolling her eyes at you who had indulged in a burger and fries.

After dinner, you decided to take a stroll for something a little more your scene. You walked the streets, Nancy's arm linked with yours.

“Do you like your flowers?”, you asked casually.

“How did you know lilies were my favourite kind?”, Nancy asked.

“I took a guess”, you said. “Have I told you already how beautiful I think you look tonight?”, you asked.

“Yes. Several times”. Nancy leaned in and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “But I haven’t told you how handsome I think you look tonight”. She unlinked from your arm, stepped in front of you and rested both her hands on your shoulders. She then fixed your tie and placed a quick peck on your lips. “You’re very pretty, Jonathan Doe”.

You grinned before pulling Nancy in for a kiss that felt like it lasted hours. Your hands rested on the small of her back and you could feel hers snaking around your neck. She was way too experienced to be as chaste as she claimed.

–

Nancy had opted to sit on your lap as you enjoyed your drinks in the soda shop. The kiss in the dark street had left you both a little hot and bothered, but you were determined to go through the date without messing up your plans.

"John. I wanted to thank you." She said, clasping your hand in hers as she stared into your eyes, earnestly. "What for?" You asked. "Tonight. I've had a great time." Her voice rose as she said, more excitedly, "and, and it all makes me so happy. You, a cocksucking homosexual, took the initiative and asked me out. You've never done that before. It just… it makes me remember that no one is beyond redemption" she said, smiling. Tears welled in her eyes. Feeling a moment between you despite her harsh insult, you said "You're welcome, Nancy. The pleasure was all mine." Mixing some of your genuine feelings with what you think she wants to hear, you continue "being with you has been scary, but also incredible. When I'm with you I feel like a better person. One who can change, and wants to." You gaze tenderly at each other until the moment passes, and then resume consuming your drinks.

“Is it just me or is this extra sweet tonight?”, you cooed into Nancy’s neck while your hand slid up and down her exposed thigh.

“It might just be you”, Nancy said and kissed you softly on your temple. You watched as her dark red lips wrapped around her straw and she sucked the last of her soda.

“Let’s get out of here”, you whispered into her ear, nibbling on it afterwards.

The crusader gave a smile and then nodded. “Let’s”, she said with a mischievous grin as you both hurriedly left for another night of sin that could save your soul.

–

"John! Oh! John!" Nancy cried from under you as you thrusted inside her noisily, the meaty slaps competed with her passionate noises to fill the air. *PLAP SHLAP SMACK* Her pussy squelched as it gripped down on you, massaging you as it tried to prevent your repeated exits, but you summoned all your strength and continued to pump in in and out of her. You were in missionary position, of course, and relished in seeing her naked body for the first time. She was more petite and thin than the other girls you had been with: Sarah was a toned cheerleader, Mrs. Cortez and Mrs. Flower were full-figured MILFs, Katsumi was a tall drink of water, and Nia was fuller in the top and bottom. Nancy, in contrast, was lithe and graceful. Her breasts were not as large, but perky, standing atop her chest proudly in a way that was unique to her. She had the smallest waist of any girl you had seen so far, and this caused the flaring of her hips to look even more dramatic. Her stomach was not the chiseled look of an athlete, but smooth and feminine, allowing you to take in and enjoy the shape of the female form in a new light. She wore dark red lipstick that made her mouth pop against her pale skin and accented her gorgeous green eyes wonderfully. Those same green eyes locked with yours as you ravaged her and that same mouth called your name as you plunged in and out of her pussy with wet *PLAP PLAP PLAP* noises.

–

After your sodas, she had taken you back to her house, taking hold of your hand with both of hers and firmly pulling you inside. Her parents had glanced at you sympathetically before quickly turning away; they knew better than to get in the way of their daughter's proselytizing. Walking up the stairs, you were greeted with religious artwork and crosses on the walls, but you were really impressed when you entered Nancy's room. It was decked out like a cathedral, every wall covered and all decorations on theme. In the center of the room was her bed, white blankets and sheets with a subtle lace pattern adorned it, covered with pillows. She turned to look you in the eyes and your breath caught in your throat as you once again could not believe how pretty she was, her moles adding just the right touch to her features. Your heart raced.

"John. This is a very special night. It's the night you asked a girl out. I'm going to reward you now, reward you by showing you how God intends for sex to be: between a man and woman. I am going to play the part of the shy sweetheart and you are going to be the strong man. You are going to mount, penetrate, and fuck me. You will learn through experience the joys of a woman's body and renounce your disgusting past."

She had such a look and air of purity and innocence that it made her attitude and dirty actions achingly sexy. "Now take me, heathen" she purred as that innocent face put on a filthy grin and she outstretched her arms to fall backwards onto her bed, the pillows catching her as she sank into them. "Take me and make me yours, my strong man," she ordered you with the tone of a queen that always got what she wanted, and you understood that this was a command.

Not thinking of unholy rebellion, you jumped on top of her, straddling her as the bed creaked under the weight of both of you. Staring intently, you ran your hands up her sides, starting at her exposed thighs and working up her dress covered hips, stomach and chest before cupping her face in your hands and leaning down to meet her lips with yours. The contact was electric as the sexual tension of the date fed your passion for each other, the previous kiss from your date immediately resuming, but this time with much more intensity. Getting into her role, Nancy could not help but allow herself to be swallowed up in your all-consuming kiss. Your strong arms held her flush against you as you pulled soft sighs from her mouth into yours.

"Ah, ahh~ take me, take me John~"

Popping off of her spit-soaked mouth, you lean into her ear, licking it long and slow, then grunt, “I will.” You released her face and begin to stroke her short, beautiful hair, making yourself drunk on her sweet, intoxicating scent.

“Oh…” she lets out a soft moan and melts into you, surrendering herself completely to you as you resume your ****, sloppily tasting the inside of her mouth and mashing your lips on top of hers. Her cheeks light on fire and core is ignited, shivering. You make out for several long, satisfying minutes as your hands run over and feel each other. With this, any semblance of self control that existed during your date has vanished, and a more physical need wells up inside both of you as you break from the kiss and look at each other, high on your mutual attraction.

"Nancy… Nancy…" you mutter between gasps as she studies you, delighted in your progress towards heterosexuality. To continue your forward momentum, she grabs your hands in hers, squeezes them, and leads you to the top of her dress. She cocks her head to the side and smiles coyly as you pull it down, revealing her heaving breasts as she breaths deeply. You've never seen tits this perky before and grab two handfuls of ripe flesh, pressing against them with your palms and squeezing into them with your fingers. Her tits are firm but still delightfully soft, and they subtly squash and deform under your excited pawing. Having learned a great deal about pleasing women's breasts recently, you gently make circular motions around her beautiful pink nipples, watching them tighten under your fingers. You couldn't get enough of their softness, Nancy moaned, and man, tits just never got old. After taking in the grand reveal of her full breasts, you both worked on slipping off her dress, which was tossed to the floor. Her bra was disposed of next as you hastily unbuttoned the black garment- it had already been rendered redundant with her tits out. Finally, you hooked your fingers around her suspiciously sexy lace panties and peeled them off, revealing her holy garden.

She personally undressed you, hungrily dispatching your shirt and looking your body over with such lust that you felt a surge of pride. Next came your pants, and finally your underwear. You both lay on the bed, free of any restrictive clothes that could hope to stop your maddening lust. She leaned back on the bed, spread her legs- she was wet, arousal would soon start dripping from her - and reached a hand down to part her lips. "What are you waiting for? Do it." She whispered, again enthralling you with the depth of her eyes, lashes low.

Leaning forward, you capture her lips in another hungry kiss. She wraps an arm around your neck while her other hand trails its way down your chest and delicately wraps around your erect cock. Her long, feminine fingers lay ghostly touches across your manhood, smearing the drops of dew along the hard flesh, and her index finger reaches in to stroke just under the frenulum, teasing that bundle of nerves along the undershaft. You return in kind, your right hand traveling down to her pussy as you slowly run your fingers against her outer lips, making circles around her vagina as you both felt the overwhelming pleasure of being fucked by the other's hand. Momentarily retracting your hand, you **** your index finger inside her mouth, which she sucks on with a moan from low in her throat, coating it in her saliva. "Mmmmm…" You repeat this with your middle and ring fingers until your hand is dripping with her drool.

Using the lubrication she had eagerly provided, you reach back down to her snatch and press a single finger deep inside of her, lips parting eagerly as you snake your limber digit further and further into her pussy. Her hips buck against you to get more friction as her inner walls constrict around you, low moans filling your ears and encouraging you. You delight in the writhing mess below you as you methodically finger fuck your "girlfriend" for a minute that seems like an eternity. Regardless of how real this relationship is, you might as well give it your all, right? Deciding to take things up a notch, on the next return stroke you add in another finger before plunging back into her depths. *SHLUP SHLUP SHLICK SHLICK* She arches her back and you nibble at her neck, the sensation of being filled by your warm hand overpowering her. You work your wrist back and forth in a steady rhythm, feeling the slimy texture of her insides coating your fingers. You angle your fingers higher as you continue your thrusting so that you glide over the fleshy nub of her clit, earning more animated responses from Nancy. She screams when you add your third finger, convulsing as she cums underneath you, her pussy clenching down in a vice grip on your hand, trapping you inside momentarily.

"F-foolish heathen…" she says between deep breaths, her face red as she grimaces at you "this was, was about your salvation… you don't have to go so far for me…" she pouts, and, caught in the moment, you reply "but… I wanted to. You're so beautiful, and I wanted to make you feel good too." Her eyes shoot open in surprise and she gasps before her lips curve into a devilish smile and she says "such interest in a woman, hehehe… fool…"

Your breathing grows heavy, a slight flush on your cheeks. You reach up with your right hand and taste her juices on your fingers, then begin stroking her breast, teasing everywhere but her rosey nipple. Sweat begins to bead along your forehead as your left hand wraps around her to hold her close and you return your lips to hers, your tongues dueling and fighting for dominance. She moans into your mouth and pumps your shaft, working her hand in a clockwise motion up your length before resetting and dragging her fingers down over your sensitive skin.

At school, she is a dominant bitch, crushing all under her heel. In bed, she is pliant, soft, and all too willing. She begins to stroke you faster as you feel her legs beginning to curl around your waist. Her insistent tugging at your neck and the way her hips are aggressively thrusting against yours leave no mistake as to her desires. She guides you with her hand to her entrance until your arrow-shaped cock rests on her core.

Immediately, your hips snapped forward, closing the gap between you, sinking you into her heat. She was tight, and she was hotter than the fucking sun. *SHLLLAPP*

"John!" A hint of shock was present in her voice--no hiding it--and you wouldn't dare make fun of it. It pleased you just as much as her legs wrapped around your waist, squeezing you harder every time you fucked into her. Your cock ran over her ribbed flesh as you enjoyed the sheer bliss of fucking her insides and the tight, wet, warmth that your physical union brought.

*SMACK SMACK PLAP SHLAP SMACK*

Your head was buried in her neck--she smelled so fucking good. You couldn't move even if you wanted too. Her arms had wrapped around your neck, pinning you in place.

This was it. This was everything you'd wanted and more since you met her, since you had begun to be "tortured" by her. You were wrapped around her little finger and there was no place you would rather be.

She owned you, and it's what you wanted. You didn't know if that was the result of Sarah's years of ****, or the reverse psychological nature of your powers, but you desperately craved being ordered around and told what to do.

And now, Nancy had ordered you to *rail* her, giving you energy and fervor you didn't know you had in you.

One hand clenched the headboard as you set your pace, the other holding her hips sturdy against the mattress as your own canted forward, driving into her cunt like it was the only thing that kept you alive. You'd shamelessly begun to enjoy the *PLAP* sounds of your skin on hers, and how it became just as rewarding as her voice.

"Nancy-" you growled against her neck, placing deep, hungry kisses along her jaw while her nails raked marks down your sturdy back.

"John, please..."

You worked the direction of your kisses downward, teeth finding the perk of her nipple before tonguing the sensitive, rosy flesh right into the heat of your mouth.

"John, fuck--" She panted, her strained voice pouring into your ear while she pushed her fingers into your hair. "Yeah, like that--!"

You changed nothing about what you did. Just like that. In. And out. Back. And forth. You took it like it was an order: keep going, just like that. You changed nothing about what you did, but her breaths grew shallow, harsher, interrupting her already wrecked words. "Ugh! A-ah! Ooohhh…"

Her hips quickly begin to feel sweet soreness from your relentless pounding, her breath coming only in sparse, ragged gasps. She yelps, but that yelp soon turns to cries of bliss, your strong arms holding her in place as you pumped rapidly back and forth with your gloriously throbbing cock, her pussy gripping you tightly like a velvet glove.

“Hnng…! Ahh…!”

"Do I make you feel good, Nancy? I want you to feel as good as you make me…” you growled huskily.

“Y-yes! Oh…! J-John…!”

When she whines out your name, something in you breaks, and you grip harder on the soft skin of her hips. The way she called out for you must have flipped a switch, all semblance of restraint gone, your animalistic desire all but taking over as you once again violently pound back into her, your hands clamping down tight. *PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP SHLAP* She rests her cheek on the pillow, looking back at you as the feeling of your cock filling her even more and piercing her even deeper washes over her. As your eyes meet, she gives you a soft smile, much too genuine to be part of the spell, and you bring one of your hands to where the two of you are joined, your fingers purposefully stroking her clit. A shock unlike any ever before pulses through her body; and the sudden clenching of her inner walls causes you to shiver and moan as your length slides in and out of her, your tongue nearly hanging out as you pant. The slight blush you once saw has deepened, her eyes crazed with lust and ecstasy.

"John!" She called, ripping in a gasp of air to call your name again. Trembling began to wrack her small frame as she tensed up, pulsing around your cock. "A-Aahh--!"

Your work was getting messy. You pumped in and out of her smooth lips with needy, arrhythmic jerks as you were overwhelmed by her orgasm and the fast approach of your own, scalding pleasure radiating from your cock as you ached from how good this felt. *SPUH-SHLAP S-SMACK plapPLAPLAP*

"Oh, John, fuck yeah, just--aah!" She cried, her hand guiding your head to resume your work on her chest, nipping at the small bud your tongue had found. You could no longer make out her words, you could only hear her debauched moans that resulted as a product of orgasm. "Jahhhhh… uh- uh- yeesssshhh"

If she got angry, you'd explain it to her later how, to you, that sounded like permission plenty. You had reached your breaking point, knot snapping in your core as you spilled into her with a grunt that you **** to stay trapped in your throat. Hot, carnal. You saw white, and cursed yourself for trembling as your hips spasmed and you poured every drop of your love into her.

Her moans, her voice; it all rattled in your head long after she'd already closed her lips. Her fingers carded your hair, the weight of your head resting on her chest. Her heart was drumming in there, gradually slowing to its normal pace. You wondered what yours sounded like, wondered if you could push your luck by asking her to rest on you instead.

Her nails **** along your scalp again, but slower, gentler this time. "I love you, my sinner…" she whispered, tickling your ear with her breath, "that is why I will never stop pursuing you. Never. Our souls will both enter paradise." You couldn't answer, too exhausted from your night together, and sighed, feeling her breast pressed against your face and her arms around you as she drew her face next to yours and kissed you on the head.