Intermission - Worries blown away.

Diana’s car wasn’t particularly big, so there wasn’t much space in the back. It wasn’t a concern. In fact, the closer they had to be, the better.

Oliver removed his peacoat, leaving him in only a tightfitting V-neck sweater. Seeing his figure like that almost made Diana’s mouth water.

He mashed his lips against hers, sending delightful shivers through her body from head to toes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and dragged him down with her as she threw herself back on the seats. It made him lose his balance, causing Oliver to fall on top of her, his chest pressing down on her boobs.

She didn’t push him away. The closeness, the weight of his body on top of hers… It was turning her on even more. Diana opened her mouth and let him shove his tongue inside. He was devouring her, making their little kissing session up in the tower look like little pecks in comparison.

Diana moaned softly yet candidly, her own tongue moving to match Oliver’s while she played with his hair in the back of his head. She felt lightheaded, like a rush of dopamine was being fed directly to her brain from his mouth. Her body tingled and became hotter by the second, her crotch starting to become moist.

Oliver was keeping his hands firmly at her waist, but with the way they were moving, her t-shirt began to slide up, letting her feel the touch of his fingers directly on the skin around her midriff.

Fuck, it was so good. So, so good…! Diana could barely think straight, and all they were doing was making out.

She was so conflicted on the matter of… intimacy with him. She was attracted to him, she found him to be cute, handsome and sexy. She wanted to be like this with him. But at the same time, she was afraid he ONLY wanted her like this. A woman to be used for sex and nothing else.

…

‘I promise you, on all that is good and holy, it won’t be the same as the other guys, not Oliver.’ That was what Maria told her to convince her to agree to the double date. And Diana was seriously beginning to believe it.

She felt it. After the kiss they shared up in the tower, she began to feel a faint trace of what Oliver had mentioned before. The way he held her hand, the way he kissed her… It wordlessly spoke of passion, desire, longing and… care.

Diana grinned against Oliver’s lips and moved one of her hands down to her own waist. She found Oliver’s hand there and took it, interlocking fingers as their tongues rolled together inside her mouth.

There it was again. His grip felt so… firm, yet careful and loving. He was so excited and happy to be sharing this with her. It was the strangest sensation Diana had ever experienced, and certainly made her unable to continue ignoring the idea that there was something paranormal going on, but she welcomed it and let it blow away all her worries.

She led Oliver’s hand up and placed it firmly on her breast. Feeling that strong hand on her supple flesh sent another delightful shock through her, already making her toes curl.

On his part, Oliver gasped and pulled away from their kiss for a moment, staring at Diana. She grinned and whispered, “We both want this, right? I don’t see a reason why we shouldn’t.” Not anymore, at least.

Oliver’s smile was so… pure. Her heart stirred and her pussy throbbed at the sight.

He began to grope her carefully over her t-shirt. Soft squeezes, gentle cupping. His eyes shone in the faint darkness of the old car in the underground parking lot.

“They’re so soft…” he said, a huge grin on his beautiful face.

Diana chuckled. “Glad you like them. And… Can I touch you, too?”

Oliver smiled, leaned down again and pecked her lips. “Anywhere you want, as much as you want.”

His words overwhelmed her, both in concept and in options. God, where should she touch first? With a racing heart, she got her arms behind him and moved her hands down, touching that toned, shapely butt of his.

Diana’s brain almost short-circuited. Her face felt hot enough to fry an egg. She was touching a younger man’s butt! Oliver’s butt! And she wasn’t just touching it, she was groping it freely!

“Kiss me more…!” she half-demanded, half-pleaded.

Oliver slid tongue inside her mouth again, kissing her deeply and passionately, tasting her and letting her taste him. Fuck, he was such a good kisser. It made her never want to pull away.

He then put two fingers together and found her already hard nipple through her t-shirt and her bra. He pressed it like a button, then began to move his fingers in circles.

Another shockwave of pleasure, this one distinctly stronger than any before. If kissing felt like a nice piña colada you take your time drinking, having her nipple stimulated felt like a shot of tequila.

They made out and touched each other for… She had no idea how long. Once more they lost track of time, but every minute, every second the pleasure kept building up. It was just kissing and groping, but it was all hitting Diana in ways she didn’t know were even possible. Her pussy throbbed and burned, climaxing in a powerful orgasm she kept as quiet as possible by holding onto Oliver so that his lips would muffle her moans.

He pulled away after a short while, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers, planting gentle kisses along her jaw and her chin, helping her come down from such a sudden, unexpected high in the gentlest, most loving way imaginable.

“Oliver…” she muttered, pulling him in and pecking his lips once.

“Hm?” he exclaimed, a gorgeous, satisfied smile on his face.

“About…” she pecked him again, “our next date…”

“....Yes?”

“Sunday morning…” she said with a lightheaded grin. “Come to my place. I’ll make us lunch…” She kissed him deeply this time, licking his lips and giving them a little nibble. “...and dinner. We can spend the whole day together.”

Oliver kissed her cheek. “That works perfectly.”

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