Date with Brad

The last on the list was Brad; his enthusiasm, when I made the proposal of anal sex, astonished me. He did not react like a handsome, confident stud who could have almost every girl he desired; which was his usual persona. Instead he acted almost like a shy teenager who finally received a chance with his dream girl. It was a bit awkward and I hoped that Brad did not fall in love with me or something like that. I had already made it clear that we would not have a relationship other than ‘friends with benefits’, but I might need to repeat it later.

For this evening Dani and I decided to change the colour pattern of our outfits; we picked red as the main motif. I prepared as diligently as always and that meant glueing the fake breasts to my chest once again. I loved how that single item, even without any clothes or makeup, made me feel so wonderfully feminine. I covered my breasts with a red lace bra; it was a part of a larger set which also included: a thong, a garter belt and a pair of fishnet stockings. The dress that went on top of the lingerie was short, tight and also red. Black pumps on thirteen centimetre tall stiletto heels were the only item which broke the uniformity of the colour. Dani mixed it up a bit by wearing a black dress instead. We put on sexy, but not overly pronounced, makeup in shades which matched our lingerie. We did all the preparations mostly for ourselves. I was certain that Brad would fuck my ass just as eagerly if I wore only a simply pair of black stockings and some heels. His lack of appreciation was not a discouraging factor though.

When the evening came and Brad arrived at our apartment he was also well groomed. I was not attracted to men, but I was pleased to find out that he did not take sex with me for granted and wanted to make a good impression too. When Brad saw us, especially me, his eyes went wide and I could see that there was more than just mere lust in them. Apparently I had misjudged him and he appreciated my care for feminine appearance and act after all.

I offered our guest a drink, which he accepted, but I made no attempts at small talk. I could sense that he was impatient and I did not want to create an illusion of a relationship myself. Our goal was purely sexual and there was no point in pretending otherwise. After giving him a drink, lightly alcoholic, I did not directly dive for the zipper of his trousers, at least not literally. I did that verbally, by making the proposal initially suggested by Ricky.

“How about I give a blowjob first?” I asked in my best feminine voice, “this way you’ll be able to last longer during the second round.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Brad replied politely, “but I’d rather fuck your ass twice,” he added quickly with a grin on his face.

“As you wish,” I replied smiling.