The Date

“I can’t wear THAT!” Sarah yelled at her breasts, “thats meant to go over another top, or at the very least a bra- which I know you’re against. I can’t go into a date with my tits hanging out.”

“Come on, Sarah.” Her breasts pleaded with her, “we want a front row seat for that cutie pie you’re inviting over. Besides, he’s going to love it”

“It just seems a bit forward for a date, though”

“Have we ever steered you wrong?” They asked.

—-

David knocked on the Sarah’s door obsessing over the cream colored outfit, his aroma and the marks on his face. As he heard Sarah coming he began wiping his cheeks to remove Destiny’s trademark remnant, but found nothing.

“Good,” he thought, “I don’t need any further associations revealing themselves”

Sarah opened the door wearing just a low cut over shirt that ran just beneath her exposed breasts. David was taken aback, internally singing hallelujah while Sarah was immediately invaded by the David’s “musk”

“Ugh!” She thought, “what have you gotten me into? Wearing something so forward with a man that smells like THAT!”

Her breasts pushed her into the door abruptly, which she responded awkwardly laughing off, “oof! I guess come in!”

David accepted her invitation and consciously forcing himself not to stare at her beautiful breasts.

She led him to the kitchen table, “sorry, I was running low on food- I hope this is alright.”

David sat down at the table saying, “I’m sure it’s fine” before looking down at the plain turkey sandwich on the plate.

He immediately imagined plentiful white ooze pouring out from the inside of the sandwich.

The two of them sat uncomfortably eating their lousy sandwiches, David hallucinating the taste of cum while Sarah was quite literally smelling it drift over from across the table.

The date was off to a bad start, where the only party that was enjoying it were Sarah’s breasts.

“I know it’s a bit of an awkward question,” Sarah asked trying to break the tension of the date, “but what happened to your face?”

David once again recited the story he told everyone else.

“Oh!” Sarah replies, “I didn’t even notice those marks! I meant the stuff on your forehead!”

David wiped the bit of Destiny off his forehead.

“Now that you mention it, now I see those marks!”

David was in pure suspense gauging Sarah’s reaction, “that’s pretty funny!” She laughed, “I’m sorry for laughing, it’s just you have the worst luck!”

David joined in on the laughter, “more than you could possibly know!”

At last they had finally shared a moment, this date was not completely damned! David has hope that not only would he be free of Destiny, but that he might actually have a good thing with Sarah.

Just then he felt his hips thrusting him, trying to pull him up. Sarah looked at him confused.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s RUDE,” he said directing his accented word to Destiny, “but may I use your bathroom?”

Sarah, still taken aback by David’s erratic movements, “Sure...It’s down the hall and to the left?”

“Thank you. I’m sorry again”

—-

“What?!” David harshly whispered to his crotch.

“Open up!” Destiny responded.

“No! I’m on a date!”

“Open UP” she thrusted again, throwing him off the toilet seat.

“Is everything alright in there?” Sarah yelled hearing the commotion.

“Yeah!” David yelled, “I just...tripped” it didn’t make any sense but he hoped it would fly.

David frustratedly unzipped his fly and Destiny flew out and returned to three inches in front of his face.

“You’re doing great out there, champ!”

“I know, and?”

“I just wanted to let you know I’m happy for you.”

“You pulled me away from my date to tell me that I’m doing well on my date?”

“I just want you to be happy”

“Thanks...”

“How about a kiss for luck?” Destiny asked.

“I’d rather n-“ David started to decline when Destiny leaped into his lips and then drawing back.

“Good luck, David” she said and then retracted back.

—-

David has just excused himself to the restroom.

“That was odd,” Sarah told her breasts.

“It’s perfect, it gives us time to talk” they said, “are you planning on making your move sometime this century?”

“What? I don’t know if I’m ready to get intimate with him. I still barely know him. Also, he smells really weird. Like my brothers bedroom when he was a teenager”

“We think he smells great! Also, he’s like the perfect guy for us. How many times do we have to bring up how we haven’t steered you wrong before.”

Just then Sarah was startled by a clatter from the bathroom, “Is everything alright in there?”

“Yeah...I just tripped...” David yelled back.

“How does someone trip in the bathroom?” Sarah asked herself.

“Fine,” Sarah replied to her breasts, “I’ll ‘make my move’ when he gets back”