Aimee: The Date

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**AUTHORS NOTE: This piece follows the previous Aimee stories, but can still be read alone.

This is a work of fiction featuring characters all over the age of 18.**

The assortment of clothing tossed onto my duvet was overwhelming, to say the least.

Dresses. Pants. Tops. Lingerie.

What did you wear to a date when that date was a surprise?

Heels were out. I didn’t mind that I might be taller than Adam if I wore them, and I had a feeling he wouldn’t care either, it might even turn him on, but I questioned their practicality. What if we spent a long time walking? Or hiking?

No, he wouldn’t take me hiking at night.

But what if we were outdoors for part of it?

Seasonally, I could get by with a dress and a warmer second layer, which seemed like my best options. I chose a thin sundress and a lightweight jacket with ballet flats so that I could dress up or down depending on the formality of our destination.

The dress cut into a slight “V” at my chest and I debated going for my usual push-up bra, but this time I paused. Maybe something thinner? Maybe nothing at all? I felt torn between wanting to impress Adam and the hypocrisy of helping him accept his own body while trying to hide mine. The padding had always been for my comfort more than anyone else’s, the thick cups disguising the shape of my nipples as much as the size of my breasts. They protruded shamelessly even while soft, but they were a downright distraction when hard. Defiantly grabbing at the sort of attention I’d spent years shying away from.

Oh, screw it, I thought, choosing a small bralette in unlined lace with a matching thong. Let him see what he’s getting. Maybe he’ll like it.

I pulled the panties over my narrow hips, clasping the delicate bra behind my back. I brushed my hair over my shoulder and did a small turn in the mirror, running my hand over my ass. I wasn’t too bad, really. I felt ok. Excited even. I imagined him holding me this way, his mouth parted, lips grazing each freckle on my body, his tongue gently exploring every inch of skin. I almost sighed, my hand lightly dipping beneath the fabric of my panties, fingers gently teasing between my slit.

Nope. Stop it, girl, you can wait a little longer. He’s probably waiting too.

Oh god, what if he didn’t though?

I pictured him alone, his eyes shut tight, running his hand up and down his small erection. Pulling it between his fingers. Cumming as hard as he did before, thinking of me.

I could feel the warmth radiating between my thighs, the arousal building within.

Imagine something else, Aimee, I told myself. Think of your hair. What are you doing about it? Up? Down?

Stop thinking about Adam’s dick. Immediately.

Please.

I took a deep breath and slipped the dress down over my head. A simple ponytail would work for my hair, he thought it was cute at the spa, but I needed to figure out my makeup. He’d be over soon, and I didn’t want to make either one of us wait longer than we already had.

I was ready.

*

The knock comes a little before seven. I glance at the mirror one last time, quickly smoothing my hair and pressing my lips together. I take a deep breath, my heart pounding.

It’s actually happening. I want to squeal but I keep it inside, my attempt at self-control.

I open the door and there he is, standing on my stoop. Glowing with excitement. He exhales deeply and whispers, “Wow. I forgot how pretty you are.” He doesn’t blink, or turn away, he just stands there, taking me in.

It’s making me blush, the way he’s staring at me. No one has ever looked at me this way before.

“Oh,” he exclaims, abruptly remembering the flowers he brought. He hands me the bouquet, smiling.

“These are gorgeous,” I murmur, surprised. “Are they some kind of rose?”

“Lisianthus!” He tells me proudly, grinning. “They’re cooler, right? I had to write down what they were called because I knew I’d forget. I know it’s kind of a cliche but I wanted to get you something beautiful, and it’s also sort of a hint.”

“A hint?” I ask, perplexed, waving him inside so I can set the flowers in water.

“For our date,” he responds.

“Really?” I ask, wheels turning. Where were we going with flowers? Or was the name a hint?

“Shit, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he laughs immediately. “Don’t guess! It will take all the fun out of it!”

“Ok, ok,” I giggle, arranging the fragrant blossoms into a jar. Then, without thinking, I hug him tightly.

“I’m really glad you called. I was hoping to see you again,” I tell him softly in his ear.

He presses his temple against mine and I can feel his heart pounding in his chest. Or maybe it’s mine, the beats indistinguishable between us, our bodies practically one.

“I would have taken you out that night if I didn’t have my friend’s wedding. I really wanted to,” he sighs. “And then I wanted to call but I didn’t want to harass you at work if you were just being kind. I thought that what you did for me, maybe you did uşak escort it because you’re a good person, not because you were attracted to me. I was afraid to overstep.”

“I was attracted to you!” I pull away, lifting my head to meet his gaze. I correct myself.

“I am attracted to you.”

I can feel the heat spread across my cheeks when I say it, freckles hidden beneath the sudden flush.

Adam hugs me again, then lifts his hand to my jaw. He brings his face towards mine, our lips meeting softly. One single kiss, sweet and gentle.

“I could do that all night,” he whispers. “But I want to take you out first. You deserve a great date, I hope I can give you one.”

He looks down at my feet, “I was going to make sure you wore comfortable shoes. Are those ok to walk in?”

“Yep,” I smile. “Im good.”

I’m practically floating anyway.

*

We arrive at the botanical gardens just before sunset, stretches of lush foliage awash in a warm, inviting glow. There is something magical about being here in the evening, as though we accidentally stumbled into the backyard of a god, each shrub and tree and flower bathed in gold, beckoning us with light.

“I didn’t know you could come here this late,” I murmur, momentarily paralyzed by the gardens’ beauty.

“It’s usually closed, but they have it open this week for nighttime walks,” Adam grins, clearly excited. “I don’t know much about plants but it looked pretty romantic to me. I hope it’s ok.”

I squeeze his hand, still shocked by the bounty surrounding us. “It’s more than ok. This is incredible!”

“Wait until the sun goes down,” he laughs. “They have lights everywhere. It’s going to be like a fairytale out here.”

For a moment he looks shy, embarrassed about his own enjoyment, so I kiss his cheek and thank him. This is perfect.

We wander inside one of the buildings, a tall glass conservatory filled with tropical plants. Vines cascade down from the ceiling, dense and sumptuous greenery arches over the concrete paths. I hold his hand as we walk through it, pointing out plants or flowers as they stir our curiosity, when suddenly, I let out a small squeal and jump.

“What was that?” Adam asks, laughing.

“A butterfly,” I admit, giggling. “Oh, crap!” I flinch again, squeezing tightly onto his arm.

He’s cracking up now, thoroughly amused. “You can’t be serious,” he manages to spit out, “you’re afraid of butterflies?”

I hit him lightly, pretending to be offended. “They’re giant bugs!” I cry in self-defense.

“They’re beautiful though,” he grins.

“I know they’re beautiful,” I duck as another one makes a drunken beeline for my head. “But they’re still bugs. Big ones!” I bury my face against his neck.

“Oh my god,” he can’t stop laughing. “I had no idea. It’s like you’re afraid of tiny horses and I took you to a petting zoo.”

“I can be brave,” I assure him. Proud of myself for soldiering on. Shaking only a tiny bit.

“We can go back outside anyway,” he smiles, kissing my shoulder. He points out beyond the glass walls, “The sun is almost down, let’s watch the rest out there.”

I follow him to a small bench and we rest for a moment, watching the sun sink below the horizon as the garden lights come on, surrounding us with the pale flickering glow of fairy lights. Lost in a sea of electric fireflies, hovering, humming. I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes, memorizing this moment. Tucking it deep within me.

We walk through the gardens afterwards, wandering through the trees and their lanterns, strings of glass orbs softly illuminating verdant branches. I fill my lungs with the scent of the plants and the scent of Adam, absorbed by the beauty of this scene and dizzy with attraction. I’ve never felt so close to someone I barely know, but I guess our connection is far from typical. Handjobs rarely precede first dates.

But what more might follow?

“So, dinner,” he begins when we near the end of the trail. “I didn’t know what you liked so I made reservations at a couple different places, I’ll cancel whatever you don’t want! There’s sushi, Italian, and some super old-school steakhouse. The kind of place where they will definitely call you honey or sweetheart.”

“As long as nobody calls me sugartits,” I giggle.

Adam laughs, but I catch his eyes briefly scanning my chest. Probably wondering where they were. He looks away quickly.

“Can I call you sugartits?” He volleys mischievously.

I return a sly smile. “Maybe later,” I shrug, knowing he would never call me anything that ridiculous. It’s fun to joke though.

We hold eye contact for a moment, and it’s like nothing else exists. The entire world contained in a single moment, the rest not yet breathed into existence.

It seems obvious, when he looks at me this way.

 I’d let him call me whatever he wants.

*

“Holy crap, for someone so thin you can really throw down,” Adam chuckles and mock-bows, paying his respect as I pop another piece uşak escort bayan of salmon into my mouth.

“I know,” I swallow and grin. “It’s like a super power. I can eat everything in sight without gaining any weight.

“Trust me, I’ve tried,” I add, reaching for the eel. We decided to forgo the steakhouse for a better location, hoping to walk around a bit after our dinner. Possibly grabbing a drink.

“Well, you don’t need to gain any weight,” he replies, taking a swig of his beer. “But I will gladly watch you eat anytime. This is fascinating.”

I clink my glass against his and smile. He’s not even kidding, he’s genuinely happy that I’m enjoying my dinner. I love it.

“So,” he continues, taking a deep breath and lifting an eyebrow.

“How’d things go with Sam?”

I almost choke on my nigiri. I don’t need a mirror to know how red my face is right now.

“Uh, it went well, I think.”

“Did you help her?” He asks, curious. His eyes search mine.

“I tried to,” I confess. “I think I did. She seemed to feel better, um, afterwards.”

“Afterwards?” He grins, leaning in.

I set down my chopsticks. I’m embarrassed now, and a little afraid. I don’t want him to look at me any differently than he has tonight.

“Does it bother you, if I helped her the same way?”

I hold my breath.

“God, no,” he laughs. “Honestly, it’s kind of hot. Ok, it’s really hot. But mostly, yeah, maybe it’s a little untraditional, but if you’ve found a way to make someone’s life even a tiny bit better then you should do it. I would never hold that against you, Aimee. Hell, I sent her to you!”

He reaches for my hand.

“I’m pretty open,” he tells me, his voice thoughtful, “even if we were, you know, a thing one day, I don’t think I’d mind. You care about people. Why would I ever want to change that or hold you back?”

I can’t believe how understanding he is. He brought me a friend and I brought her to climax just twelve hours prior, but he doesn’t care. He’s not even mad.

Actually, he seems grateful.

I squeeze his hand, relieved. There’s nothing sweeter he could have given me, nothing more important he could have said, than simply encouraging me to be myself.

I’d spent years wishing I was someone else, and I don’t want to go back.

He doesn’t want me to either.

“Think we should grab a drink?” He asks once we’ve polished off our sushi and paid the tab. “There’s a really cute bar a few blocks down.”

“Sure!” I smile. I don’t care where we go, I just don’t want this night to end.

I grab my jacket and purse from the booth and slide out to stand beside him. He holds the door open for me as we leave, exiting into the fading heat of a late-summer night.

We’ve only made it a block when it happens. A flash of light, then the world abruptly cracks open, unable to hold the flood back any longer. I gasp as torrential rain hits the pavement, water soaking through my dress and hair. It was so sudden, so unexpected. Our bodies drenched and dripping.

Adam grabs my hand and we dart into an alley, hiding against the wall beneath an overhang. Deaf to any sound but the rain pounding the cement and pouring onto the cars around us.

He’s leaning with his palms against his knees, laughing. Both of us cracking up at this immediate pivot in our night.

I’m still giggling when I see that he’s stopped, that he’s watching me. Staring at the way my dress clings to my wet body, my nipples now obviously hard and visible through the soaked fabric. He reaches for my face and kisses me.

He’s not slow or gentle this time, his restraint washed away by the summer storm.

He kisses me harder, pressing me against the wall. I moan, grabbing onto his back. I wrap my fingers around his arm, lean but muscular. His hand moves to my collarbone and his bicep tenses, I press my hips against him in response.

He moves his mouth along my neck, gently sucking and biting as he slips the straps of my dress and bra off my shoulder, pulling them lower, exposing a single breast. My flesh cool and wet, my nipples thick and stiff when he draws one into his mouth.

I shiver as he flicks his warm tongue against it, circling and caressing. Pulling the nub even tighter.

I run my hands through his thick hair and tilt my head back. The rain is still streaming down around us, there’s nobody else out here, but I don’t think I’d even mind if there was. I don’t care who sees me like this, pinned against a wall, dress partially pulled down with Adam’s lips searching my chest. The scent of the rain on warm pavement filling the air, filling our futures with nostalgia for this moment.

His hand reaches up to cup me as his mouth meets mine again.

“Can I take you back to your home?” He whispers.

“Yes,” I respond.

Yes, I beg.

Pleading.

Let’s go.

*

We’ve barely made it through the front door when Adam kisses me again. I drop my purse and coat on the ground, backing up against the wall, escort uşak feeling his body press against mine as we make out. His erection jutting hopefully against his pants. I want to touch it again, to feel it through the fabric, brushing my fingers against his head, searching along his small shaft.

He doesn’t give me the chance.

He kneels down on the ground, his hands running along my thighs. He peels my damp panties away from my skin, pulling them all the way down my legs, parting them slightly. His fingers tease between my lips, finding a different kind of moisture than the rainwater permeating our clothes. Uncovering a small flood of my own.

He lets out a slight sigh of approval when he feels how aroused I am, gently plunging a finger deep into my body. Coating it with my wetness. I close my eyes and moan when he lifts my dress and brings his head between my legs. The tip of his tongue flirting with my clit while his fingers move softly and deliberately inside of my pussy, rubbing along the inner wall, making me tremble.

“Adam,” I whisper, bracing myself. Running my fingertips down through his hair as he continues working his hands and mouth against me, licking and sucking my clit in rhythm with his fingers.

I move my hips back against him, breathing faster. He increases his pace to match mine, every sensation in my body distilled to a single spot between my legs. Each flick of his tongue against my clit sending waves of pleasure up my spine.

I’m getting so close.

“Don’t stop,” I murmur. “Please don’t stop.”

He increases his pressure and my entire body shakes.

“God,” I exhale. “Right there.” I tilt my head back against the wall, wet hair tumbling down my back.

His hand on my hip, pulling me harder against his mouth.

“Cum for me, Aimee,” he whispers.

I’m over the edge as soon as he says it, softly bucking against his mouth, cumming around his fingers as they gently pump inside of me.

“You taste amazing” he says in a hushed voice against my thigh, his hand moving slower, carefully pressing into my pussy. Responding to each contraction. His tongue probes gingerly between my slick folds then replaces his fingers inside of me, drawing the juices from my body into his.

I want to sink onto the floor. To melt, my body no more than a puddle right now. It’s taking every ounce of energy I have to remain upright.

Adam looks up at me and smiles, and I cover my face shyly. I didn’t expect to orgasm already. I had no idea he would do that.

“Oh, you’re not done,” he laughs, standing back up and trailing his hand down my arm and my wrist, pressing into my palm.

“At least, I hope not,” he adds.

I don’t know what to say so I kiss him, exploring his tongue with my own, tasting myself in his mouth. Sweet, salty. His saliva mixed with my body.

I continue kissing him as we hold onto each other, leading him to my bedroom.

I lift my wet dress and bra over my head, shivering. He pauses to look at me again, to take my body in now that I’m fully nude. I can see his penis begging to escape his pants and I ache for it. I’m throbbing, seeing how badly he wants me. Knowing how badly I want him. I unbutton his damp shirt, slipping him out of it. Kissing the muscles of his shoulders and chest as my hands work their way down to his zipper.

We pull his pants off of him, following with his wet boxer briefs. He holds me tightly against his body, offering me his warmth, his lean and toned figure pressing against my slender one while his hands graze my hips, my ass, my breasts.

God, I need him right now.

I lower my hand to wrap it around his erection, testing the smooth flesh with my fingers. Running them lightly up and down his diminutive cock. Listening to him sigh.

I guide him to the bed and let him lie back as I kiss my way down his abdomen, lips brushing and tasting along his tight core, following the subtle trail of blonde hair down his flat stomach. The arrow of muscle between his hips.

My face is now level with his pelvis, and I bring my mouth down to his dick. Kissing it softly. Licking it slowly.

I move my lips down his shaft, worshipping his erection with my tongue. Fitting him easily into my mouth.

He moans as I swirl my tongue around him, massaging it against his underside. I move up and down his sweet little cock, wrapping my lips more firmly around him.

“Oh, wow. Shit. Wait, slow down” Adam laughs.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask, terrified.

“Opposite,” he sighs. “You are incredible, I just got too close. I don’t want to go yet.”

“Oh, ok,” I murmur, my fingers still absentmindedly exploring his penis.

“Um, I was wondering,” he begins, “remember how you talked to me before?”

He blushes.

“Of course,” I respond.

“I was wondering if you could do that again.”

“If I could describe you?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he answers slowly, “but, like, maybe not so nice this time. Maybe we could try it with you being mean?”

Mean?

Why would I want to be mean to him?

“I don’t understand.”

His blush deepens to a red and I feel terrible that he’s struggling. He needs something but I don’t know what it is just yet. I want to know, though.

I want to understand.

“Um,” he closes his eyes, thinking.

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