Her random Tinder date texted her when he was outside and she hurried out to meet him. She got into his car and was greeted by his handsome, chiseled face and bright smile. “Hello Steve!”, she thought. (Oh, apparently we’re calling him Steve?)
They drove back to his place out in the country. Dark farm land as far as the eye could see. They chatted about all sorts of things on the drive out there. One of which was that she was really in to music, and he wasn’t. In fact, he told her, when The Tragically Hip were doing their farewell tour because Gord Downie was dying of brain cancer, he found himself nodding and agreeing with people, “oh it’s so sad, what a tragedy”, yet he truly had no idea who Gord Downie was.
This fact baffled her because she had grown up listening to and loving Canada’s favourite band. Kingston’s own – The Tragically Hip. Gord Downie was a huge celebrity and a Canadian icon in her eyes. She was heartbroken and devastated when he died. “Potential red flag?”, she thought, only half-jokingly, to herself. They laughed about their different tastes in music and continued their conversation.
Once they arrived and had gotten comfortable at his place, they each had some pot brownies that she had brought from her parent’s party, and he poured them both something to drink. Gin on the rocks for himself. And for her, one random Grower’s cider/cooler he had in the back of the fridge.
He put on some music and they cuddled up together on the couch. They joked and flirted. Their feet intertwined on the chaise part of his sectional couch. So much of her life already felt like she was back in high school – living at home, having had to borrow her parents car, lying to her parents and sneaking out to meet boys… and this experience was no different.
She felt like a teenager again. The excitement, the butterflies, the awkwardness. Even the music. Late 90’s/early 2000’s rap and R&B, to be specific. She found herself sitting beside him grooving to Notorious BIG and JaRule. She laughed to herself that Steve may not have known who Gord Downie was, but at least this blonde haired, blue eyed, white guy had solid taste in classic rap and R&B.
They put on a movie and, as expected, they got closer. And closer. And soon they were making out. But like – really good, hot, making out. The awkward high school feeling had dissipated and now she was with a man. A sexy, strong, dominant man who took matters in to his own hands when she was too shy to start anything. As they continued their passionate kiss, he tugged hard at her hair and pulled her head back, kissing her neck softly and sensually. Her entire body tingled.
He then put his hand on her throat and held tightly as he kissed her deeply. It was in that moment that she remembered that they had talked about this a while back – how he found choking to be a huge turn on, and so did she. All of a sudden her excitement and passion doubled. She knew she was in for something good. And sure enough, he did not disappoint. He teased her for what felt like hours. Coming in for a kiss and pulling away, while he held her hands above her head with one hand and lightly tickled her up and down with the other.
Then, he moved his hand slowly behind her head, gripped the scruff of her neck and lifted her up to standing. He pulled her head back and began kissing her neck again. It was for sure a super hot moment, until she realized they had somewhat started dancing?! She was all of a sudden acutely aware of the movie being paused and the music being back on, and that she was slow dancing topless to Waterfalls by TLC (classic). It took everything she had not to burst out laughing. If her life weren’t enough like high school already, let’s add the soundtrack to a Grade 10 dance!
They didn’t “dance” for too long before he wrapped his strong, muscular arm around the back of her neck and lowered her back down to the couch. He moved his hands slowly down the sides of her body and placed his hands tightly on her waist. She could feel the tips of his fingers grip her lower rib cage and she felt so petite as he held her. Though, she was still completely self conscious about her stomach.
It’s a feeling that just never goes away, regardless of any weight that she had lost. But she was also completely comfortable at the same time. He showed no signs of disinterest or repulsion towards her not-completely-toned-somewhat-still-chubby-belly, which was her worry. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He kissed and touched and seemed to enjoy every inch of her. He actually seemed to get off more on worshipping her body rather than anything else they were doing.
He stared her deep in the eyes as he gripped her throat with one hand and started to pleasure her with the other. It was then that a cover of Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brothers came on the playlist. She immediately pictured Patrick Swayze cuddled up to Demi Moore at her pottery wheel. The sensual yet corny feeling of that scene from Ghost played in her head, awkwardly distracting her from the pleasure she was experiencing. It took everything she had not to sing along over-dramatically as she would have in any other situation. It’s just a good song, okay!? Fortunately, he was very good at what he did and she was able to resume focus on the incredible sensations he was giving her.
She and Steve enjoyed each other for hours. He was the most caring, concerned, generous guy she had ever been with. He made a point to ask, “does that feel good?”, “do you like that?”, “tell me if that’s okay…” She had never in her life been with anyone more concerned about her comfort, well being, and pleasure. The entire experience was basically all about her. Yes she returned the favours, of course, but he seemed happier and more turned on by making her feel good. He pleasured her like she hadn’t been pleasured in years, maybe ever, but never once did he try to have sex with her. They did everything but – and it was fucking fantastic. He knew exactly what he was doing and she enjoyed every satisfying moment of it. It was 2:30am by the time they finished.
They went to his bedroom and immediately she felt like she was in a college guy’s dorm room. (They had graduated from high school, apparently) Typical single guy IKEA bed, nothing on the walls, clothes on the floor beside the hamper, not in it. She was unbothered. They got into bed where he fell asleep in minutes and she tossed and turned all night because, duh – she can’t sleep anywhere. Morning came and so did they, again. Nothing like waking up to morning sex (except not sex).
She couldn’t believe how her night had turned around and what a great experience she had had. They got dressed and decided to go grab a coffee, but then agreed he would just drive her home at that point anyways. It was a fun, spontaneous, comfortable, consensual, incredibly pleasurable experience that she was so happy she agreed to instead of letting her fear and insecurities get in the way.