A dream date, but you worry about the ending

You've chosen the venue for your first date with Richard very carefully. A tasteful, but not too pretentious wine bar within walking distance of your own apartment. Not that you're absolutely certain you're going to be taking him home this quickly, but better to be prepared, right? The same thought had you frantically cleaning every inch of your apartment this afternoon, as well as digging through your cupboards for the custom-made sexy red lingerie you bought on a whim almost six months ago. A glance in the mirror once you've slipped them on confirms they still look good. The silky fabric tastefully cups your boobs, and the garters fastened to your muscled thighs draw attention there, away from the rather conspicuous bulge between them. Of course if you get Richard into bed, he'd going to become very closely acquainted with that part of you, but better not to scare him off too soon.

Over the top, you wear a light-blue collared shirt and a pair of black trousers. You're aiming for smart-casual, since the dating websites you now swear by advise you not to go all out on a first date. Apparently if you're dressed too well it looks like you're dumping too many expectations on the poor boy. Something you hope to avoid, even if the temptation to do just that in the privacy of your own thoughts is very much there. You can't help but imagine this is the start of something amazing for both of you. A long-term relationship with a handsome older boy, as well as the end of your painfully long dry spell. Soon, you tell yourself with a smile, you'll be waking up every morning to a tender, loving blowjob, then pounding him into the bed every night. No more blue balls! Not when you have a handsome boy to keep your hefty twins good and satisfied.

When you step into the bar, you find your date's already here, and he waves you over to a private booth in the corner. You sit across from him and insist you'll get the first round of drinks, since you can't help but feel he got one over you by asking you out first. To your relief, Richard doesn't dig in his heels about it. Male chauvinism, even in it's most benevolent forms, is not something you're looking for in a lover. Strict gender roles make things much more difficult when the female side of the relationship has a far bigger cock, and absolutely insists the man's the one getting fucked with it.

Soon enough, the waitress brings you both a glass of white wine and a tray of tasty tapas. You're drinking and chatting lightly, quickly getting back into the same pleasant rhythm you found with him back at the party. This time though, you're aiming for more. You know he's attracted to you, so it's time to turn on the charm, flirt a lot and really get him interested. That way, when it's time for the big reveal, he's much less likely to run out your apartment screaming. It's not the best plan, maybe, but it's the only one you've got.

You lean forward over the table while he's telling you another funny story about his travels. This is after two glasses of wine, so you're feeling warm and bold. The top two buttons on your shirt are open for just this purpose, sliding apart to bare a sliver of pale flesh just above your boobs. His eyes dart there immediately, and you feel a flood of delighted triumph when he stumbles a little over his words. You twirl some of your hair in your finger as you turn the conversation in a rather naughtier direction, asking him teasingly if he's ever put out on first dates before. He actually blushes, his cheeks turning the cutest shade of pink. You want to bend him over the table then and there, but heroically resist your worst urges even as your cock stiffens to a full, aching erection at the thought.

When you raise your leg under the table and rub it teasingly along his calf he goes stiff, a little gasp escaping his lips. He sits there still as you keep teasing him. You're chatting away like nothing is happening while your leg rubs in towards his crotch. He's stammering and distracted, but makes no effort to move or shift your leg aside. When you brush over his inner thigh and he makes the cutest little moaning noise, you know your work is done. You have him, hook line and sinker, and your aching cock is demanding you get him somewhere you can fuck. Time to seal the deal.

Rising off your own chair, you slink around the table, swinging your hips. You slip in beside him, then lean into his shorter body and whisper in his ear, asking if you can take him someplace else. He nods once, his mouth hanging open as you grin at him like a pleased cat. It's very fun to see the suave professor on the back foot. You know you have the upper hand on him now, and you intend to keep it. When you get him back home, he's going to be all yours to play with just the way you like it. You're going to fuck him so very hard tonight.

You were always planning to have him in your apartment before you spilled the secret. Lock the door behind him, toss him on the bed and make out to get him horny while subtly stripping him out of his clothes. That way when you pop out your cock he's going to feel trapped and under pressure to satisfy you. Not unlike the tactics used by a horny frat boy, but it's the only way you've actually managed to get laid. Doing that won you your last boyfriend, didn't it?

Suddenly though, just as the pair of you are stepping out onto the street together and he leans into your shoulder with a smile, the thought of putting handsome Richard in that position feels off. You'd be bullying him into it, forcing him to do something he's not ready for and probably not comfortable with. Is that really how you want this relationship to start? And what will he think of you afterwards? You know you can make sure he enjoys himself no matter what, but when the afterglow has faded, will he still want to be with you when you tricked him into being your unwilling toy?

Then it hits you, like a punch in the gut. That horrible behavior is probably exactly why you're so bad at getting dates. How many nice boys have you scared off by treating them that way? Certainly, the few one-night stands you've managed to land over the past few years have disappeared very quickly in the morning. You can't risk handsome Richard being another. You have to tell him now, throw your chips on the table and see where they land. If this relationship is going anywhere, you know you can't start it out with dishonesty and borderline ****. Better for him to know now, and if that means he dumps you on the spot, well then it never would have worked anyway, right?

"Richard, wait." You grab his hand gently, rubbing your fingers over his. The pair of you are just stepping onto the road where your apartment complex is, and you know you have to get this out now, before it's too late. "There's something I need to tell you, before we take things any further." He pauses, a moment of concern flickering through his gorgeous eyes. Of course he's worried after that, you tell yourself, taking in a deep, calming breath. "I'm a New Female." The words slip from your lips, hanging in the air between you.