After their intense kitchen makeout sesh, she went back to sit at the table as she sipped her beer and watched him finish cooking. The pizza was ready in no time and as he placed it down in the centre of the table, he then grabbed a bottle of sparkling wine he had taken out of the fridge, and popped it open. “Let’s celebrate!” he said as he poured. They clinked their glasses, and began to eat their dinner. It truly was one of the best pizzas she’d ever eaten.
Throughout dinner and while he was cooking, Tom had kept asking if the music he had on was okay. It was just some jazzy instrumental type stuff. Perfect as background music. However he kept offering to put something on that she wanted, so finally she suggested a Canadian artist named Dan Mangan. He plays like rock/folksy type stuff, perfect for the type of evening they were having.
They finished their meal and moved over to the living room. They sat side by side on the futon, and Tom was really enjoying the music she had suggested. It took very little time, however, for him to move in and start making out with her again. She lay down on her back and he moved up on top of her. And though the kissing was wonderful, he wasn’t going any further than that. He’d caress her cheeks, stroke her hair, bring his hands slowly up and down the sides of her, but no attempt to move on to second base. She decided to expedite the situation by taking her tank top off. It was then that he asked if they should move the party to the bedroom, to which she happily agreed.
They walked over into the bedroom, making out along the way. She backed up towards the bed, their faces never separating. She laid back on top of the covers, but again, the same thing as before; cheek caresses, hair stroking… no attempt to move further. Then all of a sudden he stood up, grinning and giggling like a literal child, and he walked out of the room leaving her topless on his bed, extremely confused.
She thought maybe he went to get water or something? So she took the opportunity to speed things up by unclipping her bra. When he came back in, he started his awkward, anxious, uncertain movements again. “So um.. should we.. umm?” he stammered. She looked up at him and said slowly, “Do.. you want to take your clothes off?” “Oh yea, yea.. I guess I should eh?” he laughed nervously.
She moved up the bed and now got under the covers. He joined her, wearing just his (pretty sexy, actually) black boxers. Again, more kissing. He moved his hand down her back and made an audible “Oouuu” sound when he realized her bra was undone. She laughed and he took it off, and now the party was really getting started. Finally her boobs were getting some attention! But still, just soft, slow kissing.
She was enjoying herself, of course. But all this tender loving was just a huge giant tease for her. All she wanted was for him to be rougher with her and to really get things going! Instead, just more cheek caresses. “What’s a girl gotta do to get choked around here??”
The making out continued, and she could feel him getting aroused. It was then that he pulled away again and stood up. He backed away from the bed and then just sat at his computer chair, frantically trying to find new music to play.
“Is something wrong?” she asked. “No, no, I just, um… Yea. Um.” he stammered. “Is this too fast for you? Because I’m fine,” she assured him. “I’m really enjoying this. But if this is too much, we don’t have to do this..?” “No it’s good! It’s great!” he replied. He was just so nervous! How could someone who knew exactly what to do, who was so surprisingly smooth in his moves and in his “game” (by cooking her dinner and whatnot), be so insanely nervous??
He turned the music up a bit so his landlords wouldn’t hear, before crawling back in to bed with her. Then finally, fiinnaallyy, he moved his hand slowly down her sides, tickling her as he went… and he began touching her where she was dying to be touched. “Oh my god, you’re so wet!” he said, surprised. “Well no shit, Sherlock! You’ve been teasing me for friggin half an hour!” she laughed in her head. Then, he started going down on her.
Typically, she had never really gotten anything out of that. Clearly, though, she just hadn’t had it done properly because Oh. Em. Gee. Tom was freakin’ amazing at it! With some help from his fingers also, he was able to get her off three – count ’em 1, 2, THREE times during foreplay.
She couldn’t believe it. She had never gotten off three times in a row from a guy, maybe ever. Her ex certainly couldn’t do that for her. None of the other guys she had casually been with had done it either. But Tom did. However, after she finished, he jolted up and ran out of the room again. “WTF is going on?” she thought. He was back shortly after and said, “Just had to wash up..”
She then realized that he had gone to wash her juices off his face. The first time he left he had probably gone to wash up too. Never in her entire life had she been with someone who stopped mid-hook up to go wash their face. Grab a kleenex, maybe? But run away to the bathroom to fully wash their face? Nope. And it’s not like she peed on him or anything! He wasn’t like, drenched! She was just surprised, and even maybe mildly insulted?, that Tom would go wash her off of him like that. She had also taken note, though, that he definitely had some anxiety issues, maybe even some OCD or something? So she just chalked it up to that. And hey, it was nice to kiss a clean face.
He climbed back into bed and kissed her again before rolling over on to his back to reach into the nightstand for a condom. She took that as an opportunity to return the favour. As she pulled his boxers down, it was like a holy light came shining out. Never had she ever seen such a glorious… specimen. It wasn’t too big. It wasn’t too small. It wasn’t too thick. It wasn’t too skinny. Basically the Golidlocks of penises – it was juussttt right!
She found herself to actually be eager to give him a BJ, which was not the norm for her. It was one of her least favourite bedroom acts, actually. They don’t call it a job for nothin’! She got started and he was clearly enjoying it, but he stopped her and moved her on to her back as he got the condom on. Apparently this evening was mainly going to be about her pleasure. And she was A-Okay with that!
He climbed on top of her and they began to have very vanilla, missionary sex. Nothing wrong with that at all, it definitely felt good. But soon he realized that she needed more. By simply taking cues from her body and body language, he realized, “Ooohh.. you like it a little harder and rougher, don’t you?” She nodded and a big smile grew across her face. “Okay then…” he said.
With one strong, smooth move, he flipped her over onto her knees and moved in behind her. They started going at it faster and harder, and he reached around to start rubbing her as he thrusted. Her brain literally exploded (obviously not literally). This insane, overwhelming, mind blowing, earth shattering feeling came over her. He kept going, harder and faster, until they both finished together. Did you read that? TO-GETH-ER!
She had never finished at the same time as a partner ever in her life. She actually wasn’t sure if she had ever really finished from sex at all?! Even he was blown away because as he collapsed next to her, he literally said, “Oh my god, was that real life?!”
They lay there together, naked. Their heads at the foot of the bed. Her hair was covering her eyes but she could see through the strands that Tom was laying beside her, his eyes closed, with the biggest, goofiest grin she had ever seen spread across his face. He stroked her back and they just rested together, enjoying the aftermath of the amazing experience they had just shared. That was the best sex she had ever had in her entire life.
She sighed and glanced at the time; 9:15pm. “Oh fuck,” she thought.
How was she going to explain this to her parents? Yes, she was a grown woman who didn’t need to ask permission to go over to a guy’s house. But how does one explain to their parents that they’re out and about during a pandemic, during lockdown, when there’s nothing at all to do at that hour?
She had told her parents she had gone for a walk with her friend, and when she had decided to stay at Tom’s for dinner, she told them that she was just hanging out on her friends’ patio. So she did have a plausible explanation, but how long could she stay out before her parents really started asking questions? She really, really didn’t want to have to explain anything to them…
He got up to get them some water, and she took that opportunity to get dressed. He came back and was visibly disappointed to see she had clothes on. “I’m really sorry,” she began. “But I’m going to have to get going soon…” “Oh, okay, yeah…” Tom replied awkwardly. She walked over to him, took a sip of water, and she kissed him again. That seemed to squash the anxiety she could sense was building inside him.
They went back out to the living room where she had left her shirt. And as she stood there, drinking her water, watching the Dan Mangan music video that was playing on the TV, she noticed Tom scoot off into the bathroom. She thought nothing of it until she heard the shower going. Again, nothing wrong with cleaning up after getting down and dirty, but she had never been with anyone so concerned with cleanliness!
He wasn’t in there long, and offered for her to take a shower too. She declined. How would she explain wet hair to her parents, let alone being out so late during lockdown. He got dressed and he walked her back out to the patio. They kissed again. A long, deep, sensual kiss. She apologized, saying, “Sorry to be the guy about this… It’s just my weird home situation…” “All good,” he replied. “I hope you enjoyed that at least though? I know I did!” She looked at him confoundedly. “Are you kidding?” she blurted out. “That was absolutely incredible. Yes, I definitely enjoyed that!” They kissed one last time, and then she was on her way.
When she got home, she made sure to message him and apologize again for having to leave so abruptly. He replied and said, “No worries at all. And thanks for introducing me to Dan Mangan. I’m still listening to it now.” She was beyond satisfied with how her spontaneous Saturday afternoon had gone. This day had been absolutely nothing like she had expected, in the absolute best possible way. She was hopeful that she and Tom would hang out again.
A few weeks have gone by. He’s continued to watch her InstaStories, and they’ve chatted briefly here and there after he’s commented on things. But he has yet to ask her to meet up again. She knew she didn’t want to date date him, but the longer they went without him asking her out again, the more she realized that she really did want him to. Apparently it would be up to her to get things moving again. Until then, she was just happy to have had that experience at all.