“Not a chance. And I still want that massage.”

You go back to pouting and make a loud “Hmph.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, its ice cream time.” She takes you by the hand and leads you out of the arcade. You are pretty sure she even winked at the girl behind the counter as you went passed, the girl went bright red again and completely forgot what she was doing.

“Now pouty, what’s your favourite flavour?”

You settle on two scoops of cookies and cream and Scarlett gets a strawberry and mango sorbet. You are still a little grumpy about being hustled but you get over it.

“Alright I want answers, you are apparently a god at pool and dance like you have been doing it for ages. What else are you good at so I don’t have this happen to me again?”

“Haha nothing I swear, tennis and pool I’ve been playing all my life and dancing was just sort of a side thing I taught myself off you tube videos, then I was part of a hip hop group for a while back home.”

“Aww man, an actual dancer and a pool player, well I’ll get my **** when the air hockey table gets fixed… then we are coming down again.”

“Haha… fine.”

“So? Pool? What’s the deal there?”

You spend the next 15 minutes or so learning about how there’s one pub in her hometown and her dad was friends with the owner so she was there a lot growing up and the only thing to do was play pool so she spent a lot of time playing. Then she started to talk about someone who was a wanker that caused her to leave and then she caught herself and just clammed up.

“So you left home because of a guy called Evan, and it has something to do with pool.”

She quickly turns away from you, “Jus-Just don’t worry about it I said too much. I was just an idiot and that’s about it. Anyhow, its getting a bit late and I’ve had a great time but I really need to get home and get in some study.”

“I’ve had a great time as well, apart from when you hustled me out of my panties and a massage...”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn’t have done the exact same thing.”

“Uhhh,” you can’t.

“Haha see, all’s fair.”

You both head back to campus on a bus and walk back to your dorm. You stop at the first level.

“Well this is me, so… you gonna beat me at games, take my underwear then leave me on my doorstep without a kiss?”

She looks at you blankly for a second before speaking “Well maybe just a little one” she leans and gives you a quick peck on the lips before moving her head back. For a brief second you enjoy the soft touch of her lips before you feel her start to pull away.

She, being a little nervous and still having her eyes closed, isn’t ready for you when you grab her by the back and the nape of her neck preventing her from running away so quickly.

“Oh no you don’t.” you mutter as her quick, chaste little kiss is forgotten and you spin her round and pin her against the wall.

“Mmmmeeeekkkk!?” She lets out a cute little noise before you feel her melt into your arms.

Despite her initial trepidation it isn’t long before she is kissing you back just as hard. You feel her try to push back against you holding her against the wall but you wont let her move an inch. Your tongue darts in and out of her mouth as you move on of your hands down her chest. Her nipples are like rocks even through her bra and shirt and the more you fondle her the more her kisses turn into moans. You feel like she is almost ready to cum when she suddenly rolls away from you.

She stares at you panting, her exasperated facial expression doing nothing to hide the obvious lust in her eyes. She wants this now and you know it, but she is fighting it with everything she has for some reason.

“Sadly I-huff- have to – huff – get back to my study – Huff- but today has been amazing and ill see you Monday.” She turns on her heel and quickly shuffles away leaving you confused and horny.

“What was that?” You just stand there confused.

The rest of your evening is an unfocused mix of emotions. The whole date was up and down you found yourself trying to dissect literally everything from start to finish. You were pretty sure she was enjoying herself, you ate, chatted, played games, got ice cream. Bitch even took your fucking underwear and didn’t give them back, she moaned panted and nearly came just from a kiss and then she ran? Okay maybe you were a little forceful but she was really getting into it, like what the fuck?

“Ugh,” your head hit the pillow for the hundredth time, you weren’t going to unwind, it was going to be a long night regardless.