Status Check

“So, how am I doing?”

“Hm?” Ashley bounces back the question with a sound, her cup keeping her lips busy.

“On the date so far. Have I been a perfect gentleman? Or a hopeless degenerate?”

Ashley frowns, lowering her cup. “Pft. It’s a date, not a game.”

“Eh?”

“Ethan,” she sighs. “I’m not keeping score.”

“Ahhh. Really?”

“Really.”

“Then…” Ethan suddenly feels silly. “But-”

“Ethan, I decided I’d let you fuck me days ago, providing you didn’t stand me up or dip the moment you found out what I was.’ Scooping up more panookie, she puts the spoon in her mouth, chewing on it while Ethan chews on her words. “Although, I don’t fuck on the first date, so you’re in for, like, two more panookies.”

Ethan slumps in his seat. “Huh…” He was really expecting her to keep score. Truthfully, that thought keeps his brain occupied more than her admission she’d let him fuck her.

Then, his brain ignites, a brilliant idea forming. It might be a long shot, but if he played his cards right it just might work.

He might be able to fuck her tonight.