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music on the CD player, and my clothes are set out and ready, so all I have to do is come home, shower, shave, and then it’s party in my vajayjay time. Well, I suppose I should let him take me out first so I don’t seem like a gigantic slut.
AT THE END OF MY shift, I race home to get ready for the evening ahead. I’m only an hour away from my date with Bash, and what I hope will be the night of my life. A night that I can look back on and say, that’s how it’s done . At 4:10 I’m in the shower, and by 4:20 I’m clean, have shaved, and am drying off.
As I put my makeup on, I can’t stop myself from wondering what Bash is thinking at this very moment. Is he thinking about how the night will go and how he plans to work his way back up to my apartment? I wish I could just tell him, “Don’t worry, you’re gonna get lucky tonight.” That way we can put all of the first date awkwardness and pretentions to the side and just have fun together. But that would probably backfire and give him the impression that I am seriously slutty.
I’m dressed and ready to go at 4:55, just in time to sit down for a few moments and catch my breath. I grab my cell phone and wait patiently for him to text that he is outside waiting for me, but I hear a knock at the door instead. My heart jumps with excitement, but then my next thought is that it’s probably just Betty checking to see if I’m home before she raids my refrigerator again.
I open the door and see that it is not Betty, but Bash standing before me. Oh fuck me now; he looks hot . He has on nice jeans and a dark blue button up shirt, the long sleeves rolled up to his elbows. I notice that the shirt is a little tight around his biceps and I want to tell him, “Oh, you can just take the shirt off now, I don’t mind.” But he looks sexy as hell in it, so I stop myself. I see he is holding a single red rose.
I smile at him and try my best to say anything other than, Hi would you like to come in, rip off my carefully planned outfit, and pleasure me until morning?
“Hello. You are right on time. That’s impressive,” I finally spit out.
“I’m the one who is impressed. You’re ready at five in actual time, not girl time.” He gifts me with a smile before handing me the rose.
“Oh, is that for me?” I ask, as if I didn’t already know the answer.
“Yes. It’s actually from Grandpa George. It is a token of his apology and deepest regret,” he says.
“Oh thank god. I thought you were gonna be one of those off the wall, corny as hell first dates.” I let out a sigh of relief.
He offers a little laugh and a smile and asks, “Should we get going?”
“Absolutely. Just let me put this in some water and grab my purse.” As I turn from the door, I can see him adjust his pants, just a little. I have to say, so far I think my jeans have not let me down.
As we make our way out to his car, we start in with the small talk. How nice I look, how our respective days were, how Grandpa George is doing, how much I like his car, and on and on. By the time we get to Piggy’s, we have run out of go-to’s, and now it’s all about getting to know him and enticing him back to my place for the real fun to begin.
As we walk through the front door, I mentally confirm that the atmosphere is just what I needed, with low lights and candles spread out along the bar and on each table. There is soft jazz playing over the sound system, and I feel fucking hot. Things are looking good for me . We find seats at the bar and order our drinks.
“I’d like a Slow Screw,” I say to the bartender with a smile, and then look to Bash for him to order.
“I will have a Crown and Seven.” He says, still looking at me. He has a sexy little grin forming, but it’s hard to tell if he found that cute or as an invitation.
He grabs his wallet and pulls out some cash to pay for the drinks. He continues looking at me, directly into my eyes. I have no idea what to say. He still has that smirky
AT THE END OF MY shift, I race home to get ready for the evening ahead. I’m only an hour away from my date with Bash, and what I hope will be the night of my life. A night that I can look back on and say, that’s how it’s done . At 4:10 I’m in the shower, and by 4:20 I’m clean, have shaved, and am drying off.
As I put my makeup on, I can’t stop myself from wondering what Bash is thinking at this very moment. Is he thinking about how the night will go and how he plans to work his way back up to my apartment? I wish I could just tell him, “Don’t worry, you’re gonna get lucky tonight.” That way we can put all of the first date awkwardness and pretentions to the side and just have fun together. But that would probably backfire and give him the impression that I am seriously slutty.
I’m dressed and ready to go at 4:55, just in time to sit down for a few moments and catch my breath. I grab my cell phone and wait patiently for him to text that he is outside waiting for me, but I hear a knock at the door instead. My heart jumps with excitement, but then my next thought is that it’s probably just Betty checking to see if I’m home before she raids my refrigerator again.
I open the door and see that it is not Betty, but Bash standing before me. Oh fuck me now; he looks hot . He has on nice jeans and a dark blue button up shirt, the long sleeves rolled up to his elbows. I notice that the shirt is a little tight around his biceps and I want to tell him, “Oh, you can just take the shirt off now, I don’t mind.” But he looks sexy as hell in it, so I stop myself. I see he is holding a single red rose.
I smile at him and try my best to say anything other than, Hi would you like to come in, rip off my carefully planned outfit, and pleasure me until morning?
“Hello. You are right on time. That’s impressive,” I finally spit out.
“I’m the one who is impressed. You’re ready at five in actual time, not girl time.” He gifts me with a smile before handing me the rose.
“Oh, is that for me?” I ask, as if I didn’t already know the answer.
“Yes. It’s actually from Grandpa George. It is a token of his apology and deepest regret,” he says.
“Oh thank god. I thought you were gonna be one of those off the wall, corny as hell first dates.” I let out a sigh of relief.
He offers a little laugh and a smile and asks, “Should we get going?”
“Absolutely. Just let me put this in some water and grab my purse.” As I turn from the door, I can see him adjust his pants, just a little. I have to say, so far I think my jeans have not let me down.
As we make our way out to his car, we start in with the small talk. How nice I look, how our respective days were, how Grandpa George is doing, how much I like his car, and on and on. By the time we get to Piggy’s, we have run out of go-to’s, and now it’s all about getting to know him and enticing him back to my place for the real fun to begin.
As we walk through the front door, I mentally confirm that the atmosphere is just what I needed, with low lights and candles spread out along the bar and on each table. There is soft jazz playing over the sound system, and I feel fucking hot. Things are looking good for me . We find seats at the bar and order our drinks.
“I’d like a Slow Screw,” I say to the bartender with a smile, and then look to Bash for him to order.
“I will have a Crown and Seven.” He says, still looking at me. He has a sexy little grin forming, but it’s hard to tell if he found that cute or as an invitation.
He grabs his wallet and pulls out some cash to pay for the drinks. He continues looking at me, directly into my eyes. I have no idea what to say. He still has that smirky
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