Its the best

With only thirty minutes before Nate arrives, you take an armful of clothes into the bathroom so that you can quickly change without worrying about Miranda seeing anything she shouldn’t. Eventually, you find a black strapless shirt that brings out your slim neck and lustrous collarbone. You just can’t find bottoms that do the same for your lower half. As you’re zipping up a red pencil-skirt, you can hear your phone buzzing from your nightstand. In a panic, you fling open the door to see Nate’s name and picture on the screen. Huffing in exasperation, you take a deep breath to steady yourself before answering so it won’t seem like you’re as stressed as you feel. You answer the phone and greet him in a way that you hope comes off as calm and collected. “I’m waiting outside, I decided to show up a bit early. But no rush, we’ve still got a bit before we have to be there for our reservation,” Nate relays to you. “Oh, of course, no problem. Just finishing up getting ready, I’ll be down in less than ten,” you assure him. “Can’t wait to see,” he states, and you can tell from his voice that he’s smiling big. With that simple comment your heart flutters, and you say your ‘see-you-soon’ before you can make a fool of yourself before the date even starts.

You decide to keep the outfit and focus on make-up and hair so you don’t keep Nate waiting for too long. He’s not used to seeing you all dolled-up, and that’s not what he’s into or what you like to do, so you settle for simplicity. Very minimal mascara to brighten up your eyes and a hint of blush, though you’re pretty sure you’ll be blushing for real on more than one occasion tonight. For your hair, you decide to do something out of your comfort zone. Instead of your usual messy bun or ponytail, you expertly braid your hair into a neat and exotic-looking style that you practiced nearly every day beforehand. It takes a decent amount of time, so you grab the first pair of basic silver stud earrings in your drawer and clasp the matching necklace securely around your neck. For shoes, you pick black flats to match your top, not wanting to seem like you’re trying too hard. Pleased with how you look, you shoot Nate a text to tell him that you’re on your way down. He responds with, “Finallyyyy haha ”, which makes you smile. You say goodbye to Miranda, and she gives you another haphazard response. Not allowing her to dampen your mood, you head out, ready to see Nate and get this date started.

You get most of the way to the car when you notice that something is very wrong. There’s a little too much air between your legs, and it becomes very apparent that in your haste you forgot to wear underwear. It is entirely too late to go back upstairs and put some on, so you swallow your apprehension and exit the dorm building, looking for Nate’s black Lexus. A couple light honks sound from your left, and you easily pick out his car. Walking over to it, you try to ignore your discomfort, but you’ve never felt this exposed. It’s like your only security has been ripped out from under you, and there’s nothing to do to stop the constant attention being drawn to that fact.

You awkwardly go over to the passenger’s side, open the door, and slide in. Nate is all smiles and confidence for you, but all you can offer in return in is a tight-lipped smile back. He gives you a once-over, settling finally on your face as he states with wonder, “You look breathtaking tonight, Carter.” So unexpected was the compliment that you immediately avert your gaze and stutter out a barely intelligible thanks.

On the drive over, he takes to drawing on your thigh with his thumb. It seems like he’s spelling out words, but you’re too focused on dissuading your rising member to even try to shift your concentration elsewhere. Fortunately, it’s a short ride with comfortable, quiet sounds of the radio to fill the gap in conversation. When you get there, Nate does that cliché thing where he opens your door and takes your hand to help you out, but you can’t help feeling like a princess.

The ambience of the restaurant is incredibly romantic, with dim lighting and soft jazz wafting through air along with the smell of delicious food. When you sit down in a wooden chair across from Nate and are handed your menu by the waiter, he smirks and immediately takes it from you. “Not to worry, Carter, I know exactly what you’ll like,” he states, and it’s all you can do to keep from melting on the spot. The pencil skirt manages to cover your butt, thankfully, so it’s not completely out while you’re sitting.

While you converse easily with Nate about your interests and his, he teasingly runs his foot up your calf in what can only be described in a suggestive way. Since you’ve come to like him so much, you can’t help it when you react, specifically your tiny penis, in a very obvious way. To release some tension, you subtly slide the chair back slightly and move yourself to the corner of the chair, pushing your butt out and rubbing slightly against the piece of furniture. Things start to get a little heated as you continue, and Nate’s half-closed, sensual eyes and leg still touching you only serve to bring you closer to the edge. Before you lose yourself, the waiter comes back to get the order, and you snap out of your lustful haze. Allowing Nate to order for you, you take the opportunity to slip away to the restroom. You are too relived when a single-room toilet with a lock comes into view. You make sure to turn the lock securely before continuing with what you’re about to do. Hiking your skirt up and taking a wad of toilet paper into your mouth and another in your hand, you sit on the toilet. Your small member is swollen with need, and a small part of your mind wonders if anyone, namely Nate, saw it during your hasty retreat. Pushing the thought aside, you grasp it with your free hand and think of all the naughty things you’d like Nate to do to you. You don’t have to think too long, it seems like no time before you’re groaning into the gag in your mouth and releasing into the toilet paper. After flushing away the evidence, washing your hands, and readjusting everything to how it was, you head back out to the table.

Nate is visibly pouting in the manliest way possible, and you laugh slightly at his crossed arms and slouched look as you retake your seat. “Why’d you leave so suddenly?” he asks accusingly. You look up at him through your eyelashes and reply, “I probably had too much to drink today. That, along with how nervous I was to come out with you tonight must have caused my bladder to freak out.” Nate’s entire demeanor changes as he looks at you concernedly, “You were nervous?” You give a small laugh and a slight nod. With that, the conversation recovered, but Nate didn’t touch you for the rest of the dinner. You did end up enjoying the food he picked out immensely, and as he drove back to your dorm, you could tell that he enjoyed the evening just as much as you did.