Search your feelings, you know this love is true

You take a deep breath.

“I love you, too, Sir.”

That title feels weird, but even after that confession you do feel the need to address him more respectful in some way than just using his first name.

He beams at you, the smile of a teenager who heard that for the first time from the girl of his dreams. You love his stern, strict side, but seeing him this overjoyed makes you feel soft and mushy inside, too.

He leans forward and kisses you hungrily, lovingly. It's far from the first kiss between you two, not even the first one which is powered by more than just the sexual energy between you, but it’s special anyway. You will always think of THIS as your first kiss. Even though you already kissed his cock multiple times.

You don’t know how long your first kiss lasts, time seems to stop, but eventually he lets go of you.

“Thank, you Daddy.”

Yes. That feels right. He raises an eyebrow.

“You don’t mind me calling you that, do you?”

You look at him with puppy eyes and a pout. He gulps and blushes like a schoolboy.

“N... no. I guess that's fine, Lexi.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Now you take the initiative. You straddle him and take his face in your hands as you kiss him, sucking on his tongue, pushing yours into him, inhaling his breath, enjoying his body heat all over your body. You press your tits against his shirted chest and feel the bulge in his crotch grow big against your pants. You wriggle your pussy on him and hear him moan into your hungry kiss.

You hardly notice the whistles and wolf-calls from passers-by. A couple of teenagers shout out.

“Yuck. Old people making out is totally gross! That's like watching my parents doing it. Get a room!”

You chuckle but don’t interrupt your make out session. Let them watch and learn.

He's groaning louder as you keep rubbing your pussy against the rough of his pants. You're thinking about letting it out and inside of you – you wouldn't mind the audience in the bright light of day in this park, but somehow a no sex make out feels – appropriate. You feel like a teenager, giddy, butterflies in your stomach. In fact you never felt this much like teenager in love when you actually were a teenager. A male teenager, you think yo yourself. Maybe you missed out. Maybe your puberty could have been a lot nicer as a girl, with the ability to feel deep emotions and actually admit to them, instead of a as a stupid boy, controlled by your cock half the time and trying to look tough to your buddies the other half.

You two stick to kissing, anyway. Hot, deep, passionate kissing, the greatest kissing session you ever had with any one, man or woman, whether you were a man or a woman. (The pathetic voice of {fist_name_male} deep inside complaining about kissing a man like this is silenced by the wave of warm joy washing through you. He’s probably been thinking about kissing your boss, too. You blush as you just made this confession to yourself. About the man you used to be, even if you're beginning to think about him as a separate being. But what you were doesn't bother you in this moment, you shove it aside and your tongue into your lover's welcoming mouth. The gemstone on your chest glows warmly.

Eventually, reality has to take you two back. Out of breath, you separate your lips from his and notice it’s getting dark. You spent the most part of he afternoon here doing nothing but making out, kissing. Your lover looks up to you breathless, speechless, with love in his eyes deeper than any man or woman has ever directed at you.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, daddy.”

You feel the bulge in his pants twitch again at the word and decide to grant him a reward or being such a good boy and satisfied with making out with you like a couple of teenagers, keeping it in his pants. You move your pussy over his crotch., slowly, then faster and feel his cock react impatiently. It takes less than a minute for him to throw back is head with a groan and jizz in his pants. You giggle, kiss him again the then get off of him.

“That was the best first date ever. As a god girl, I can't take you home after the first date obviously.”

You grin and he groans, but then smirks at the young love play act.

“Your parents would kill me if thy found me in your room, baby girl."

You both laugh.

“Exactly, Daddy. See you tomorrow at work?”

He shakes his head.

“I couldn't possibly be sitting in a room next to you and focus on any work with just a blowjob and - lunch to get me over the day. We’ll take tomorrow off and spend the day getting to know each other.”

You blush.

“A second date already. You’re a naughty old man, Daddy.”

You lean forward and kiss his cheek, making him blush.

“I’ll pick you up at nine.”

“I’ll be expecting you.”

You stand up and make sure your lover gets a good look at your behind as you walk way.