Want to come back to my place?

I sat there dumbstruck. I had never been on a real date before, even got fucked by stephanie before I got my first date, yet somehow, this cute girl was asking me back to her place after just a few drinks and nerd talk? I was nervous to accept, afraid that I’d disappoint her, but I had just enough to drink that my desire was outweighing my caution. “I’d love to.” I said with a smile, and getting a grin back in return.

She stood from the table and grabbed my hand, gently pulling me out of my seat and towards the door. This was the polar opposite to dealing with stephanie. Instead of being **** along, and feeling like I had no control or say, Natalie was simply inviting me along. It may have looked the same to an outsider, but I found myself ecstatic as I felt the difference.

We took in the crisp night air as we started the short walk to her place. I was the gentlemen, making sure to stay on the street side as we walked hand in hand towards her place. The conversation flowed the whole way there as she told me about her classes, how she had a nerdy father and brother that got her into that stuff and how happy she was to finally get to talk about it with someone. I felt the same way and told as much, smiling so much as we spoke.

We were both laughing as we walked into her apartment. It was pretty bare, just a bed in the back corner with a basic black comforter, a few random paintings on the wall, a brown coffee table with a matching couch and a small tv stand with a modest tv sitting atop it.

“Can I get you another glass?” She asked, as I nodded she went to the small kitchen area and poured them as I sat on the couch. She turned on some music and returned carrying very full glasses of wine. They got halfway empty before she leaned in and kissed me quickly. She blushed and looked away, barely having kissed me before her nerves took over.

I was equally nervous, but I channeled what stephanie had done and tilted her head back towards me and kissed her deeply. She quickly opened her mouth and let my tongue in, sinking into me as she gave herself to the kiss. I pulled her in close and put a hand behind her head as we got more into it.

Her hand found its way to my thigh, and I took the hint, moving my hand to her waist and slowly up to her chest. I kissed her neck and slowly moved my hand under her shirt, breaking my kiss briefly as I pulled it over her head. She quickly undid her bra and I kissed down till I could take her nipple in my mouth, giving it a gentle kiss while my hand moved to her pants. She gasped as my fingers worked towards her pussy and as my mouth worked her tits.

I unbuttoned her pants and she quickly stood, taking them off and kicking them to the side. She then laid down and pulled my face to her, kissing me again and huskily asking, “please John, fuck me.”

It was only then that I realized, despite everything, how cute she was, how well we got on, how wet her pussy was as I touched it and how well she responded to my touch, that I wasn’t hard yet.