Week 5, All Date, No Study

“Thanks for walking me home,” Amber said, holding both my hands as we stood on the steps up to her apartment building entrance. “Um, I know we get pretty… intimate when we’re studying, but… I don’t want to be the girl who fucks on the first date. Is that OK?”

It was disappointing, there was no denying that. But something else she said piqued your interest. “Does that mean I can take you out on a second date, then?”

She nodded, pressing her lips together tightly as she looked up at me with those big eyes. “I’d love to,” she said. “You were a real gentleman tonight, and I already know you’re sweet, and helpful, and the sexual chemistry is… Mwah.” She did a ‘chef kiss’ motion.

“I agree,” I chuckled. “I would love to take you out again, Amber.”

“I’d love to go out,” she replied.

“No sex,” I said. “But I’m going to kiss you goodnight.”

She grinned, and I leaned down and kissed her like it was the last thing I would do.

My phone rang in my pocket, and I fished it out and frowned when I saw it was Amber. I answered it. “Hey,” I said.

“Hey,” she replied. “So I just got home from this date, and it went really well and I’m super deep into Arousal right now. Want to come over and study?”

I laughed, turning and looking back at Amber’s building from down the street. She was standing at the front door, holding it open as she waved playfully at me.

“I’d love to get some studying in,” I said. “Be there as soon as I can.”

“Fast as you can,” she said. “I really think we need a big cram session so we can review everything we’ve learned so far.”

“I absolutely agree,” I said, hanging up and striding towards her.

“Tails,” Sinclair said.

I revealed the coin, showing it was Heads. The result didn’t actually matter, based on the readings Garringer had given me. It was whether I could get my subject to guess the way I was mentally impressing on them.

It wasn’t bending spoons with my mind powers, but then at least doing that I would have known if I was doing it or not.

“Heads or Tails?” I asked her again, flipping the coin as I willed ‘Heads’ at her.

“Tails,” she said. I caught the coin, revealed it as Heads, and sighed. She gave me a look across her desk. “Is this research not working out how you thought it would?”

“Not really,” I said. “But Professor Garringer said practice would make perfect.”

“Well, Mark is rarely wrong,” Sinclair said. “Want to keep going, or is there something else I can help you practise?”

I hesitated, chewing on the inside of my lip, and glanced at the door to her office. She’d locked it as I’d entered, and I noticed that there were sound-dampening panels on her walls and the doors were particularly thick in the building. When had Garringer influenced that decision?

“Yeah, alright,” I sighed. “I could use some help with the Intercourse Techniques.”

She smiled and nodded once. “Well, let’s start from the beginning then,” she said and started unbuttoning her blouse. “Arousal, after all, is key.”

Left door, I willed at Amber. She headed for the left door into the ice cream shop, but I had no idea whether it was because I’d influenced her to or just because there was a 50% chance she would.

I opened the door for her and followed her in, and as we got in line she stood in front of me and slipped her hands into my sweater pockets, standing close and looking up at me as she softly scratched my stomach through my clothes.

“I’m having a really good time again,” she said. “And I want this date to keep going and going, but I kind of need to get some work done for my channel tonight. Can I take you out tomorrow?”

“A third date?” I asked with a grin. “Absolutely.”

“Kay,” she said. “I know just the place to bring you.”

“Fuck, you looked like such a badass in the gear,” I groaned as I pounded Amber into her bed.

“You looked so fucking hot too,” Amber moaned, pushing her ass back at me, creating a clapping sound in her bedroom as her butt met my thighs and pelvis over and over. “I could barely keep my hands off you in between rounds.”

Paintball had been a surprise for our third date, but a super fun one. We’d played on the same team and on opposing teams through the afternoon, and I’d gotten to know more about Amber’s competitive streak.

“Fuck, Nate,” she gasped. “God, babe. Your cock feels so fucking perfect. I don’t ever want to stop doing this.”

“Me neither,” I grunted. “I want to fuck you for forever.” Then what I said clued into my head, and what she said, and I blinked as I leaned over her more. Sinclair had coached me on how to do that ‘animal fucking’ she liked, and I put it to use on Amber. She moaned hard and lowered her face down even more until she was practically pressing her cheek to the mattress.

“Be my girlfriend,” I grunted, still ploughing into her.

She jerked and then turned, looking up at me as she reached back and held my arm. “Really?”

I nodded, then lowered down to kiss her.

She met my lips with hers ferociously and then pulled away. “Then, boyfriend, fill my pussy with your boyfriend jizz. Creampie me, babe. I want to feel it sloshing in me.”

I grunted and squeezed her waist as I started to unload.