A First, Official Date with Sabrina

“I still can’t believe we did that,” Sabrina said, laughing lightly as she sat on the barstool next to yours.

“Neither can I,” you said, grinning as widely as she was. Your hand was on her leg, your fingers dipping under the hem of her slinky black dress familiarly.

The bar was a moderately popular one, busy for a Thursday night, and you were glad you’d been able to spot the two open seats. You’d noticed almost a dozen guys checking out Sabrina, a few even while they were talking with other women, and it was a little warm source of pride in your chest that you knew she was not only with you, but she was with you.

“We should do that again with Gemma,” Sabrina said after taking a sip of her espresso martini.

“Do you mean going to the karaoke bar, or what we did in the private room?” you asked with a teasing raise of your eyebrow.

Sabrina flushed just a little and grinned. “Both.”

You leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. “God, I feel like such an idiot.”

“Why?” she asked, cocking her head to the side a little at your statement.

“Because we’ve been going to the same university for three years, and I’ve seen you around campus and in my classes that whole time and I never talked to you. Let alone asked you out,” you said. “I feel like I wasted time.”

She smiled warmly, putting your hand on yours on her leg. “I know what you mean. But if you had, maybe I wouldn’t have been ready. I didn’t know you, and I’ve changed a lot since our first year. I’m glad you’re getting this version of me and not that one. I was kind of stuck up back then.”

“And now?” you asked.

“Now I like it when you get stuck in,” she said quietly.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” you said.

“Just for you, Daddy,” she chuckled.

You opened your eyes wide, giving her a look that made her chuckle turn into a full-blown laugh that drew some eyes.

Karaoke. Drinks. Dancing.

This time you had planned the dancing, unlike last week with Gemma. Sabrina had made it clear she wanted to go dancing with you when you told her the story of that date, so there was no way you were going to deny her that.

It being a Thursday, it wasn’t nearly as long a wait to get into a club that was only a few blocks from her place. Inside it was still busy, but people weren’t crammed in.

And best of all, there weren’t any internet personalities trying to flex on you and your date.

Sabrina, to be honest, wasn’t quite as good a dancer as Gemma was. That wasn’t to say she lacked enthusiasm, but she just didn’t have the natural grace in her hips. But that wasn’t going to stop either of you from having fun. Things started slowly as she enjoyed you twirling her and dancing front to front to the Top 40 dance songs that the DJ seemed to be stuck on. You wondered if a little more variety would help liven up the crowd, maybe a rock song or something just to break up the repetitiveness.

As the night went on, you and Sabrina started dancing closer and closer. You were grinding on each other on the dance floor. Making out every once in a while when you weren’t staring into each other’s eyes. Then Sabrina grabbed your hand and pulled you into one of the darker corners of the club, and soon you were leaning against the wall as Sabrina backed up into you, grinding her petite ass against your stiff cock in your pants as she raised her arms back to run her fingers through your hair. You had been holding her hips, but you let your hands roam up her sides.

She surprised you by taking your hands and sliding them under the fabric of her slinky dress from the arm holes, and now you were palming her naked breasts as she danced back against you. Her nipples were hard, little rubbery nubs between your fingers as you both dry-humped at each other. You glanced around and no one seemed to be watching you, so you took one hand from her tits and reached down between you, lighting up the back of her dress. Sabrina got a look in her eye and bounced her ass away from you, letting you pull the fabric up until you had free access to her naked butt - she never did put on any underwear. You slid your fingers down her crack and slowly began to rub at her pussy as she leaned back against your chest.

“Fuck, John,” she moaned. “This is so hot.”

“I wish I could fuck you right now,” you whispered to her, leaning down to speak into her ear and then kissing her neck the way she liked. She’d already been wet, but you could feel her start to almost drip and you slid a finger inside of her.

“You can, if you want,” she panted in reply. “Right here on the dance floor.”

“You would, wouldn’t you?” you asked. “For me.”

“Anything,” she nodded.

“But you’re all mine,” you said. “And I don’t want anyone else to think you’re just some easy slut, because you’re not. You’re only my slut.”

“Fuck, yes I am,” she panted.

“Are you going to come?” you asked her.

She nodded.

“How soon?”

“Almost-”

“I love you, Sabrina,” you whispered to her, fingering her at the back of the dance floor as the beat of the music pounded through your bodies.

She tensed, her hips jerking a couple of times, and you felt her release some of her juices onto your hand. Not a full squirt, but definitely a release. You pulled your fingers from her and let her dress fall back down over her ass, and you brought your hand up and slid it back under her dress to palm her tit with your girlcum-soaked hand, smearing it across her breast and nipples.

“John, I love you too,” she said, turning in your arms and taking your face between her hands to bring your face down to hers to kiss you hard. It meant your hands had slipped from her chest, but you just held her as she kissed you. It wasn’t the filthy making out you had been doing before. It was kissing.

She ended it, pulling away a bit and looking up at you with big eyes. “Take me home?” she asked.

“On one condition,” you told her.

“Anything,” she promised.

“Tonight, I’m making love to you,” you said.

She kissed you again.

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