My Date With Zelda Pt. 02

My Date with Zelda pt.2

She had gone home that night after we cuddled for maybe an hour, not that I kicked her out or anything, she just wanted to sleep in her own bed. I didn't blame her; I'd been in that position before. I couldn't wait long to text her though, I wanted her to let me know she had gotten home safe, and after she did, I sent a standard "I had a great time" text.

She returned the sentiment and asked me when I'd want to go out again.

[well, I wouldn't have stopped seeing you tonight... so basically whenever you're ready to hang out again, I'll be there]

That's I messaged her. I didn't get a response until the next morning, but it was better than I could have hoped for.

[hey cute boy, good morning. i fell asleep pretty quick last night but i dreamed about u ^_^ ]

My heart fluttered when I read it. I debated calling her but thought I'd get a shower and see if she had sent anything else. In the shower, still thinking back on how the date went, my mind was going a mile a minute. Not just the sexual encounter, which was one of the most unique and yet amazing ones I've ever had, but the whole date.

We just hit if off so well. I didn't know what she might be interested in doing for our next date, but whatever it was, I would be game. I had a few ideas and suggestions myself; each of them ending 'happy', IYKWIM. Why not shoot that shot again, eh?

Recounting the experience at the end I started feeling a strong arousal come on, as I soaped up and scrubbed myself down. I lathered heavily on my crotch and slid my palm around the tip of my penis, caressing it until it grew more and more swollen. I closed my eyes; and the soapy smooth feeling of my hand transitioned into the warm comfort of her eager mouth. I followed this feeling for a while, increasing the pressure and speed until I was near to the point of bursting again; but I slowed to a light grazing twist of the tip and eventually stopped.

I had no idea when we would get together again, but for some reason I was inspired to save my next orgasm for her.

[I actually had a dreamless sleep last night], I wrote in return, [but I just got out of the shower and couldn't get you out of my head. :) ]

I saw her [... ] at the bottom of the screen and fantasized in those moments what would follow, perhaps she'd suggest another night, perhaps she'd felt the same way I just did and wanted me to know. Perhaps she would say she loved me. Wait no scratch that. That was a crazy thought, what was I thinking.

[i'm still thinking about u between my legs... what are you doing for breakfast? or did u already eat?]

Oh fuck, that caught me off guard. I hadn't eaten, but was I ready to see her again so soon? I guess if she'd stayed over this would have been a pretty normal morning activity, wouldn't it? Should I be prepared for more bedroom fun? Should I make a move to that end, or see if she drops some more hints leading towards it?

[Y'know I haven't eaten yet, and I would love to see you again if you're hungry. Maybe diner? Wish I could eat YOU up and have you with me all day ;) ]

Again a few moments of [... ] that felt like forever. I quelled the budding fantasies this time and waited with bated breath. Instead of staring at the dots, I actually decided I would start getting ready to go out again, just in case this did happen.

[diner sounds great, drop me the loc and when ur ready. i'll see u there ~_^ ]

I came back from putting my jeans on and a quality tee, and when I saw that message, my mind just about swan dived off a cliff into frigid waters; I was lousy with goosebumps.

[Sweet! Let's say 11? The perfect brunching hour. I'll treat :) ]

I looked up local diners and found one that looked cool that was about halfway between us, and sent her the address. Should I bring... supplies? Would she really be the kind of girl who would be down for something in the middle of the day?

Ah fuck it, I thought, I'm just gonna over-prepare. Worst case scenario she tells me after thinking about it a little more, she was disturbed by how much I focused on questions about her gender and experience, and reports me to the Trans Community Hit Squad, and puts me on the run for life. Yeah, that's definitely A Thing. Better get my "I'm just a dumb straight white guy, a smol bean uwu" routine ready.

Dressed, cologne'd up, shoes on, cash in hand and a small bag of the aforementioned "supplies", a. k. a. condoms and lube and a change of clothes, all ready to go. I drove over and sat in the parking lot, staring ahead. I was 45 minutes early.

She arrived a few minutes early and we got seated and chowed down. I had eggs and bacon, she ordered a big Belgian waffle with fruit compote and whipped cream. A few times when there were lulls in our conversation, she scooped up tufts of cream on her fingertips and licked them off, winking at me. H'oh mama.

We talked about last night at length, mostly the earlier parts in the evening though. It was crystal clear that despite its proximity, this wasn't a continuation of last night, it was really a whole new date. She started talking about where we should go after this, not even asking me if I was free or interested. I ran with it.

I paid the bill and we left. The plan was to drop one of our cars off at the others place and head out for a day down the shore, what a crazy spur of the moment plan. Less than two hours later we were on the beach, no lie. Turns out the sex supplies weren't the most pressing ones I needed. We had to get our beach stuff together! Suits and towels, a picnic basket, and the like.

We were on the road before long, and a few albums of car karaoke and laughing banter later, we arrived at Ocean City. I had on a white linen shirt and Hawaiian themed board shorts on, with thong sandals. Zelda wore more ornate strappy sandals and a long pastel green button-down beach shirt. Her hair was pulled back straight with a cute blue and tan headband.

While she scouted out a spot on the beach; I bought some sunscreen, and a little souvenir magnet for her from a shop on the boardwalk, which I hid in my shirt pocket. I walked down the beach looking for her, and spotted her still laying out the beach towels, needing to get them absolutely perfectly situated. She put her basket on one end of hers.

When I got near, I saw her undo and slip off her beach shirt, that had hung down to her thighs. Under it, she had a very sexy two-piece, with a tight-fitting emerald green triangle-cup stringy top that really pushed her boobs into the most eye-catching cleavage; and her cute tummy with the green rupee bellybutton ring stood out on her midriff. Her bottoms, a black high cut bikini fit, was covered just down to below the cheeks with a cute semi-sheer white sarong.

I brandished the sunscreen, "may I help you with your shield from the burning sun, princess Z?" She snickered, "I would love that, hero", she said, folding her hands and fingers together. She sat on the towel and I stood behind her, and dabbed a bead of sunscreen on each pale, freckled shoulder, and the center of her back.

I thoroughly applied the sunscreen over every inch of her exposed skin, even made my way to the parts she definitely didn't need help reaching. As I started to move my hands down her chest, she grabbed them and turned up to look at me. "Hey Chris I can get that part, save it for later", she said with another wink.

She helped apply some to my back as well, and we laid out on the beach for a while. I suggested we go for a swim and she said sure why not. She got up and removed the sarong. She was so hot in her beach fit, and while I compulsively was searching her for signs of her cute little package, there were none to be seen. I wondered how, for just a second, and then I followed her to the water, unable to unglue my eyes from her delicious looking ass.

We talked about how beautiful a day it was here, and how nice the water felt. I playfully poked and tickled her, and she squirmed around until I wrapped her in my arms and dunked her. She got me right back though, she was a tough little cookie, and god help me I wanted a bite.

After swimming for a good half hour, we returned to our spot on the beach and I asked if she wanted to spend more time on the beach, or go somewhere else. We decided to hit the boardwalk, and strolled up and down the whole thing over the course of the next several hours, browsing each shop and picking up a few little treats along the way. We held hands as we walked, which I never wouldn't have expected to be doing at all today with anyone, yet I wouldn't want to be here with anyone else.

When evening hit, we decided to grab another bite out before heading home; and she suggested a beach town diner. Sounded like the perfect bookend to our day, so we ambled over the dozen or so blocks from the beach. We split everything; a plate of Irish nachos, a buffalo chicken cheesesteak, and cookies and cream milkshake.

She scooped up little dabs of whipped cream from the milkshake, and sensuously licked them from her fingertips, just like earlier with the waffle. So hot. I offered to pay the bill again, but she insisted she get to pick it up and it was then time to drive home. On the way back to the car, I thought I'd definitely regret it if I didn't take the chance, so I wound back and slapped her right on her thick, supple ass.

She shrieked, but turned to me and bit her lip, then stuck her butt out in front of me, inviting me to smack it again. I did, and she let out a tiny moan. "Hey... before we go home, there's something I've always wanted to do", she whispered. "What's that? I'm game for anything." I imagined what might come next, maybe those supplies would come in handy after all.

I must have been wearing a dumb look on my face as I was fantasizing. "Follow me, goofball", she giggled. We dropped off our stuff at the car and went all the way back to the boardwalk, and then the beach. There was beautiful light from the town reflecting in the water under the clear night sky.

She took my hand and led me quickly and quietly through the shadows under the boardwalk, until we reached a spot that seemed safe enough from prying eyes. "Under the boarrrdwalk", I sang, in a hushed tone. She exclaimed, "exactly! Who wouldn't want to scratch that experience off their bucket list?" I agreed with her, "what a fantastic idea, Zelds."

"Shut up and come here", she said, seductively. She backed up to a wooden pillar, and I stepped into her space, pressing her up against it. I grinded my knee into her groin, not too hard but not too soft. She tilted her head forward and looked up at me, licking her lips.

I leaned down to her level and pinned her arms back around the pillar, and kissed her. We made out, under the boardwalk, for exactly the right amount of time you'd want. Working ourself up to the brink of where you find yourself willing to risk it all to go a little further, but stopping there. Our hands explored each other's bodies, I felt the silky satin texture of the bikini top and her luscious breasts heaving beneath it; I picked her up and held her against the pillar, at just the right level that were the situation more fortuitous, we'd be fucking, right here and now.

On that note; the tide had come in and the water was lashing up against us, so we decided to sneak back up to the boardwalk and stroll a little to dry off before heading back to the car. We were still feeling a little hot and heavy, so we couldn't help ducking into some of the stores and stealing kisses, and gropes here and there. She even reached in my shorts a few times and gently stroked my cock until our cover was just about to be blown, so we blew it out of there.

We were on the road before the boardwalk had fully closed, deciding to skip some of the amusement rides, fun though they'd have been at night, in favor of getting on the road. I needed to get home for my pup, too. On the drive home I couldn't help but put my hand over and massage her legs as we rode along the highway, going from the tops of them, to her inner thighs. They were so smooth, like buffed leather. I wanted to rub my face all over them, allover every part of her.

I glanced over at her, and it was a struggle to be a responsible driver and not want to keep looking at her. She was still wearing the bikini, with the sarong on top; and the oversized beach shirt which was opened in the front and not covering any of her legs. I slipped my hands up her thigh, just grazing her crotch with the hilt of my wrist.

She sucked air in through her teeth sharply, and grabbed my hand, sliding it up her body to her chest. A shock of excitement went through me, and the hairs of my neck stood on end. With her wordless approval, I pulled the green triangular-shaped bikini up and off until the strings were just hung about her like a necklace; and I began caressing the supple, gently hanging breasts, which squished softly under my hands. I pressed and squeezed her hard nipples, and she made the loveliest series of staccato "ahhh" moans.

I moved my hands back down her stomach, slipping my four fingertips under the spandex of her black bikini bottoms. She grabbed my hand and held it firm, and said "wait, wait just a minute, Chris." Reaching deep into the suit herself, she made a slight wince and jerking motion, then brought back out with her hand a length of clear body tape.

She then guided my hand back through the actions I had just made, and this time I pushed further down into her crotch, until I reached her recently untucked nethers. I stroked over them gently, and she massaged my arm as I groped her sensually.

"How are you at multi-tasking?", she asked devilishly. I answered my leaning my head back and looking down, signaling her to kiss me. She obliged, and said "if you think you're able, wanna cross some more things off of our bucket lists?" It sounded a little anxious but I understood what she was saying.

I was starting to get seriously aroused as we cruised on, and it was time to press on boldly into the territory that was no longer brand new, not since last night. I slid my fingertips back under the waistband and pulled down on it, until the back of my hand grazed skin. Soft, wrinkled skin.

Zelda pushed her hips forward and slid the bottoms down to the floor, and fully removed them from her feet. I replaced my hand, feeling straight for her warm and inviting genitals. I cupped her penis with my hand, with my elbow up, I had her glans in the palm and fingers leading down the shaft. I brushed the tips of my fingers against the back, gently squeezing and pulling up, until blood had filled her up. I kept pulling, brushing, squeezing her with my cupped hand, and though I wasn't able to watch her as I'd like, I could hear her moans of pleasure increasing.

I'd never done anything like this before, it was so titillating to just think of the situation from the outside, that someone just driving by and glancing in would see my hands buried in my girl- my date's gyrating loins. In this fantasy version in my mind, I was fingering a moist, hot pussy; and on the top of each stroke, my finger came out and rubbed against her swollen clitoris.

With her now fully erect, I could grip the shaft and stroke up and down, thumb and forefinger still turned downward, such that my each of the fingers were moving up the back, stimulating the frenulum and coronae; which sent my mind back to thoughts of last night. It was just last night I felt her there for the first time. So familiar to myself and yet so different too. I remembered how much smaller, more slender and far smoother she was than me.

Smooth. Silky smooth, just like the skin allover every part of her. I thought, "what if I pulled over?", "what if we parked on the shoulder and fucked like feral cats"? I changed hand positions, with my thumbs now up, and elbow resting on her body; which grew sweatier with each heaving sigh.

I slid a few fingers under her scrotum and tickled at her anus like each digit was a feather. She pulled my hand up her chest and all the way to her mouth, and generously licked and sucked my fingers, lathering them up with a great deal of saliva; then she put my hand back to exactly where it was.

She brought up and perched her legs on the seat and pushed her pelvis forward. "Please, please fuck me with your fingers, Chris. I want to feel them inside me." Hearing it sent me into a frenzy, and I didn't hesitate a second. I packed her smooth, tight little balls into my grasp and extended a few fingers to her anus.

Her spit slathered allover my fingers, dripped onto her and it gave the sensation of a wet, inviting cunt. I teased and twirled my fingers around the opening, barely inserting a tip in. She held my hand with her left, and herself in her right. She started to jerk herself off as she pushed my hand deeper, my fingers plunging further into her now.

I kept my eyes on the road, careful not to either fall below or exceed the speed limit too much; lest I draw attention to us. I also was trying to simulflow my mind into the highest skilled driving I was capable of, and masterful sexual manipulator:

- I needed to be able to avoid any erratic movements in my lane; or being too close to any other vehicles so they would actually be able to see what was happening. Titillating taboo fantasy aside, I obviously did not want us to get caught doing this.

- I needed to be able to maintain consistent erotic motions with my fingers and palms, keeping pressure up and digging deep into her depths, searching for her prostate to grind the flats of my fingertips against and provoke an eruption.

I'd achieved such a flow state, too. I was deftly changing lanes to pass slower cars as I simultaneously dragged my fingernails against her most sensitive spots. I could tell, because her back was fully arched and hips were bucking furiously, nearly causing her to slip off the seat.

She was crying out with pained pleasure now, if we were anywhere else just her moans would be drawing so much attention; but with the windows up and the car in motion as fast as we were going, she could be as loud as the hell she wanted.

It couldn't be too long before she came, I was sure of it. Her strokes of herself were hastening and I was doing my best to match them; while keeping the motions just slightly asymmetrical under the guidance of her left hand's direction.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Chris oh my god you're fucking amazing, please, keep going, I'm almost there"

Sweet music to ears, moments later, when I felt the hot wetness increasing around my finger, her juices making it simple work to thrust deep and scrape up against that slick, hot, pulsating gland. Her right hand had slowed to measured, tighter motions on the shaft, until she exploded upward, cum splattering onto her stomach and my hand. The air was sweet with her scents unlike the smell of just straight cum I was used to, and it was intoxicating.

I removed my fingers and hand and was about to bring them to my nose to get a deeper sniff, when she pulled it over to her mouth and licked the cum off, and then sucked on the fingers that had just been working her insides. The look she gave me while doing this made my blood run cold, and goose pimples spread all along my neck and arms.

A minute went by without words, and without having to maintain the motion with my hand I was able to steal a few glances of her while I drove. She was so beautiful, breasts damp with beaded sweat, nipples full and red; and sticky cum with its lovely perfume permeating the whole car.

Her feet were back on the floor now, and I returned my hands to her thighs, massaging them as if there were still aftershocks of orgasm to be drawn out of her body. She moved them on a tour over her body, I felt inch after inch of satin-smooth skin, slick with sweat; and her breathing evened out now, I told her "I wish we were in bed now, to cuddle. Wouldn't that be nice, Zelds?"

"Shut up," she returned, and I was about to recoil in offense, "shut up and let me have my turn, my... love." She'd hesitated before saying it, because of the obvious facts that we still barely knew each other. Hell, aside from our chatting on the apps we'd only just met for the first time yesterday. Yet already she was moved to such emotion now.

I wanted to ask her if she was okay, but she was already moving her own hands to my crotch, touching and rubbing it slowly, the clearest indication of "remove these now, please" one could ever be given. It took some doing to make that happen, hoisting myself up with the console and armrest, letting her pull my trunks off of my butt and as far down my thighs as she could with limited time and range of movement; then me shimmying out and reaching down to retrieve them when they were around my ankles.

"Can you move your seat back a bit?" she said in a decidedly more seductive tone than her previous declaration. I obliged. "Lean back a little for me too, Chris. I'm going to make you feel good. Probably not half as good as you did me but... I'll do my best." I obliged, again.

She reached over with her left hand, sliding her middle finger around the half-flaccid shaft of my cock, just under the head. She teased it, but being as though I was already riding that edge from the first half of this ride, it took hardly any time at all until it was hot and full of blood.

She spat in her hand and gripped me, stroking up and down. It felt amazing. Just like last night, her acquaintance with penises was paying dividends here, a technique as good as or better than any cis woman I've ever experienced.

Before long she was leaning over me, and taking my engorged cock into her mouth. That rush of excitement I had earlier was dwarfed by this one, the initial burst of it caused me to swerve once, only slightly, but I was acutely aware of how careful I needed to be. I had to get back into that simulflow state.

We were less than 20 minutes from home now, and I mentally steeled myself: "I would not cum while driving". It was too dangerous. "I would get us home safely and then I would shove my cock down this beautiful girl's throat in the comfort of my own bedroom", I thought.

She lapped at the glans and palmed her right hand, reached down to herself once more. I could tell she was aroused once again; it took no time at all for her that cooldown to finish. She worked herself while sucking on me. It felt like heaven.

I put a hand on her head, stroking her hair and gently pushing town. She coaxed some more spit into her mouth and brought in a length of shaft, widening as I went into her, then drawing tighter around me, and dragging the tiniest amount of teeth against me as she tightened her mouth around the flared corona.

Her movements were a little inconsistent, though this didn't bother me all, since I had wanted to resist coming right now. I released her head and went back to feeling her body. The urge to return what she had said earlier was growing in me.

This was our second date. That obvious fact again, "we hardly knew each other", but I was warming up to the idea of actually saying something5. We'd spent almost all last night, and nearly all of today together. How many hours? The aggregate time of our dates was the same as other relationships that were borne out of 3-5 dates, right? In fact, the aggregate time of those might possibly have even fallen short of how much time we'd been together the last two days

She bobbed up and down in my lap, and I felt my way over to her crotch again, there she was, furiously masturbating while she sucked my cock. My god, how could anyone be so lucky?

Our exit from the highway came, but thankfully I still did not. We were getting so close to being home, but I was starting to get so close to cumming, too. She wasn't holding back and I never said anything though.

Her mouth felt amazing, just as before, and I was imagining filling it again, and seeing her swallow it just like last night. "Fuck, Zelda, that was so hot", I thought. I exhaled through my nose, huffing and eliciting little "mmmh"s for every move she made. I wasn't sure I'd make it.

Thankfully, we soon got back to my house. It was around 11, just in time for me to take care of my old mutt, Hoover. He needed his meds, dinner, and to be taken out to use the doggy facilities. She accompanied me through it, giving him scratches and pets, and he loved it all, even let her lead him around on a short walk. All this definitely didn't help me maintain my erection, but once he was settled, we came back into the bedroom.

I pulled out the Ocean City 'beach vibes' magnet from my breast pocket and gave it to her. "Just a little memento from our first trip together." She cupped her hands to her mouth and said "aww... that's so sweet of you. I'll treasure this forever!" She gave me a peck on the cheek.

We stripped and got into bed together, and I was about to tell her we could just cuddle, that it would be nice to hold each other for a while; but she put a finger up to shush me, and told me "no, Chris, I want to taste you again. If you'll allow me." "By all means, my love", I said without hesitation. She blushed and smiled, and knew that I meant it.

She kissed her way from my mouth, to neck, to pecs, to abs, and a moment later she was taking me back into that moist, warm gullet. It only took a moment before I filled it completely, and where before in the car she was mainly teasing and sucking on the tip and top inch or two, now she had angled herself in such a way that she was swallowing my whole length and girth.

For the second night in a row, I was experiencing the best blowjob of my life. The gentle scraping of her teeth against my shaft, the roughness of her tongue against the bulbous backside as I slid in and out of her. She used no hands, and each little gag she made was a delightful twist, caressing the glans and drawing minute orgasmic pleasure.

She tasted when my precum trickled out and vibrated with "mmmmm's" again, which pushed me closer and closer to bursting. Tears were streaming down her reddened face, undoubtedly from the effort, the gagging, the lack of air. I tried to pull her away, concerned that I was hurting her with how aggressive she was getting, but she tightened her grip on me.

She'd been picking up speed, steadying out her rhythm and there was so much hot saliva in her mouth now that I was having flashbacks not just to last night, but also to sexual encounters over the years. I fantasized again about bending her over and burying myself inside her as she begged for mercy and shook with tremors of euphoria.

The rapture of it all, the dizzying delight of her guttural gulps drove me over the edge, and I groaned. Without warning, a powerful orgasm shot through the muscles of my throbbing pelvis, and I felt the contractions ripple inward like a retreating tide before a tsunami.

Then a series of spurts pulsed through my cock, shooting unseen ropes of semen into her throat. She'd sensed the oncoming orgasm and began to back away, the first spurts collecting in her mouth, but the last few spilling out on her face and down to her chest.

She stood and kissed me, and I tasted the hot mixture of her saliva and my cum, frothing between our mouths. Felt the few drops on her face. We explored each other's mouths, and the sweetness of her lips and tongue nearly drove me to achieve another erection, but after a full day I was tired.

She sucked the load back into her mouth and swallowed, then kissed me again. "Thank you for indulging me... that was so hot, Chris." "That's my line, Zelds", I retorted.

"I want to say something, and I hope it doesn't scare you, but I would understand if it did." I didn't wait for her to say it, I wanted to guess exactly what she was thinking, because I was thinking it too.

I started: "I want you, Zelda. I want to be with you, I want you to be my girl. I couldn't imagine anyone else in the world I'd rather be with." She was stunned into silence. I started to get anxious. I was wrong, I was off-base. I said the thing that scared her.

"Chris... that wasn't exactly what I was going to say", she started. My stomach sank. She was right, it was way too soon to be thinking things like this. I fucked up. An apology and explanation were starting to form in the moments before she continued.

"I wanted to say a few things to you after these last two days." I was rapt with attention. "Not tonight, Chris, but soon... I want to go there. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to be my first, if you'd have me. I want some time to... get ready, but I think we should talk about and plan a date that would go there. I want to tell you more of my story too, maybe before that, because I want you to, no I need you to know."

I nodded immediately and started to respond, but she cut me off again. "I wanted to say that, but also, I wanted to say...", she hesitated. My nerves stood on edge like a hedgehog's quills. "I love you, Chris. I know, this is literally the second day we've been together. I don't know what the future holds, how you'll feel tomorrow, or in a week, or a month from now. I know that most people, they take a while before they consider even becoming exclusive partners. I know that most couples, they take a long time to get to the point where they can confidently say something like 'I love you'."

I held out my hands down to her, palms up, and she took them. She started to get choked up. "I don't care though; I can see you. I know who you are. You've accepted me without hesitation, you've treated me how I've been looking for someone for so long to treat me. You make me feel... whole." She had tears in the corners of her eyes now. "You can say you need time. You can want me to be your girl, but not put any labels on us yet. You can say that's too much, let's just see what tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow hold."

"Zelda, were you listening? I couldn't think of anyone else in the world I'd rather be with. This is a lot of new ground for me, I haven't gone through the same sort of journey as you have, I haven't really ever felt uncomfortable in my own skin. I haven't ever questioned what I wanted in another person; other than they're a woman, and they like me. You've circumnavigated the globe on that standard, though."

I've never clicked with anyone on this level. I won't lie to you, while it isn't the most important thing to me, the idea of never experiencing the feeling of, or taste of another vagina, well, it scares me. You can hate me for that, or call me a disgusting creep, but for at least that reason, I am worried about making some kind of lifelong commitment right now. That may not be your intention when you say that, yeah, it's far too early to be thinking like that. There are so many conversations before such a time, but I just have to be honest with you about it."

She had a wistful look in her glassy eyes, and I knew that such a comment stung. It's obviously something that's contributed to so much pain in her life, one large puzzle piece in the story of her dysphoria; but nevertheless, she rubbed her thumbs into the backs of my hands in a gesture of "I know."

"All that being said though? I love you too, Zelda. I'm excited to see what happens next, and I want to be on that journey with you. I want to go there with you, too. It would be a first for us both, no doubt. You've not scared me away, not at all."

I looked down at her, she was so beautiful. Her perfect breasts glistening with the dried remains of sticky semen, and a few stray teardrops. I wanted to lay my head on her chest and sleep in her arms. Or have her lay in mine, I couldn't decide which I wanted more.

"Lay down, Chris", she decided for me, and she crawled into my bed butt toward me, as my little spoon. "Stay with me tonight?" I asked, timidly. "I'm not going anywhere, you'll have to throw me out", she said and wiggled herself into me, her backside grinding into my front. Sometime soon perhaps, we'd be doing that and much more, in a similar position. The thought of it was igniting a burning passion in me, not just for sex, but for intimacy. Intimacy beyond what we've had so far.

"Let's talk about our next date tomorrow, okay? Another Friday into Saturday would be a perfect weekend", I said, holding her torso around the hips and ribs, and squeezing her back into my chest. She whispered back, "if you're free tomorrow, let's make it our next date. I don't know if I can wait another week." She fell asleep in my arms, and I felt like I never have before.

Brief afterward pt. 2

Thanks for reading! I'm definitely interested in writing more about these two, and what the future might hold. It's been helping me explore my own feelings and sexuality. Let me know what you think, and if you have any suggestions. I'm always open to feedback. I'm still in the midst of writing something much longer and very different from this, but I have no idea how long that'll take.