Needed to try something new | 2016

I hadn't tried internet dating before, but sitting at home alone on a Wednesday night in the early spring can make you realize you'd rather be spending time with somebody.

I plop myself on the couch and reach for the laptop. What site do I use? How do I write a profile? Are there actually women that use the sites? I have so many questions. The night is spent researching. I settle on a pay for service site and purchase credits. Thursday night brings along the difficult part. The profile. My fingers tap long the keys, the clicking the only noise in my sparsely furnished apartment.

"I'm a fairly successful young professional looking to meet somebody similar. I'm tall, athletic, and attractive. I spend my time reading, playing sports, and I love to learn.

It'd be great if you're intelligent, silly, and enjoy being challenged"

Not exactly a masterpiece, but I post the write-up and start browsing through the profiles. I message a few people over the next week or so with varying degrees of success. There's this one profile that I keep coming back to. She seems lovely, she mentions her passion for helping people, she's finishing her masters in Social Work, her writing is flawless, and judging on the shoulders up photo, quite pretty. She has high cheek bones that are accentuated by her wide, enticing smile. Her hair dark, with a healthy shine, hangs down past her shoulders. The eyes are what really caught my attention though. The shape and expressiveness of them was unlike anything I'd seen, very close to a Hawaiian type feature, but on a very non-Hawaiian woman. I don't write to her. She's obviously the best of the bunch on the site and she's flooded with messages. I'm sticking to a strategy of messaging the people when I think I'll actually get a response.

Three weeks and a few boring dates later and I've got barely enough credits to message one more person. I'm considering closing the account and moving to a free service or giving up on the online thing all together. I read her profile one more time. Why not? What's the worst that happens? I waste the last of my credits? I type. I make it light hearted, well written, and casually compliment her. Send.

The next morning, I log in. There's a message. From her. She's written two full paragraphs in reply and all of it is in full sentence form! This is unheard of. She's asked a few questions and mentioned she's not finding a ton of success online. I commiserate with her and over a week we exchange 10 back and forth emails. There's a plan set. We'll meet. Dinner and a movie. Her idea.

It's the day of the date and I'm nervous. I'm very confident. Never shy about approaching women. My palms sweat. My leg bounces. My hands play with a button on my shirt. I'm in unusual territory here. How am I nervous about this? I've had plenty of first dates before, but this one has me sweating.

She meets me outside, not wanting a complete stranger to know which apartment was hers. As she walks to my car, I get my first head-to-toe view of her. She's on the tall side at 5'9, her hair is thick and bounces slightly as she walks. Her lips have a shine like she's just applied gloss to them, and her smile widens as she approaches. As she takes a seat beside me, I steal a glance at her bottom, the jeans are form fitting without being absurdly tight. She's a healthy weight. Not rail thin, but no extra weight either.

We're at dinner and she orders a salad. She's that girl. She goes out for dinner and only orders a salad. I watch her for judgement as I order a steak, rare. Her head cocks to the side and her hair washes over her shoulder. "I wasn't done ordering yet!" she says playfully, and my chest relaxes because she orders a proper meal.

The movie is unremarkable, but I feel her edging closer. First her knees tilt toward. They gently rest against my right leg. She shifts. We're touching shoulders, and I can see her glance at me, watching to see if I react. She's into me. As the movie lets out, we move to the aisle. Casually, I set my right hand on the small of her back. The coarse fabric feels strange against my skin. As she steps past me, I shift my hand down slightly, not quite on her bum, but in that grey area between friends and lovers. Her chin points up slightly as she glances over her shoulder, I smile broadly, and make no apologies.

We're at her apartment building now. I've walked her to the first door. It's awkward. I'm making it awkward because I like seeing her navigate the situation. I don't ask to come up. I don't lean in for a kiss. "Tonight was fun, I'd enjoy seeing you again sometime." I say from 3 steps away.

"Yeah, I had fun too. I thought movie would be longer, it's still early..." She pauses, waiting for me to take the cue.

"Yep, still early. I guess I'll see what my friends are up to or hang out at home or something." I step toward her, arms outstretched and we have a brief hug.

"Do you want to come up? Have a glass of wine or tea or something?"

"Uh, sure. I'm up for that."

Her apartment has parquet floors that are honey coloured. The furniture is what you'd expect from a masters student on their way to being a professional. Somewhere between hand-me-downs and Ikea. There's two options for seats in the living room, a three seat sofa or a large chair. We sit on the sofa. Closely. She has her feet curled up, under her as we chat. I purposefully set my hand on her knee as I finish telling a story full of wild gesticulations. She doesn't acknowledge the gesture, but doesn't move my hand either.

My pulse is quickening. I'm going to make a move soon and the anticipation of that is making me nervous again. This girl. Why so nervous with her? I wait until a break in conversation, I take her hand and pull her to me. She slides a little closer and closes her eyes. As our lips meet, I'm stunned. It's so natural. There's no work in finding our rhythm, we just sync up immediately. The kissing lasts for 20 minutes or more without progressing. It's perfect kissing. A bit playful as she nips at my lower lip. A bit passionate as it becomes more urgent. Only a hint of tongue is exchanged and it's done at just the right moments.

She stands, takes my hand, and leads me down a darkened hall to a darkened room. It's her bedroom. It has to be. I follow her until my knees are pressed against a bed, between her legs as she sits. She lifts my shirt and kisses my stomach. My abdomen twitches involuntarily at her touch. Her fingers stumble though undoing my belt, button, and fly as she continues her kissing her routine.

I crouch down slightly, slip an arm around, lift her, and lay her on the bed. My lips run along her chin, down to her neck. I stop there, biting lightly. Licking lightly. Placing small pecks all along the nape of her neck. She's making soft moaning noises as she grinds into me. My left hand reach for the bed side lamp. "What are you doing? Are we stopping?" she asks, confused.

"Not stopping. Just starting. But I like to see what I'm working with." She groans at my line, but smiles. I kiss down her chest and into the V of her shirt neckline. I sit up, and she follows. Deftly, I slip my hands under her shift and lift it over her head. I unclasp her bra without fumbling. I place a finger on her should and kiss where I just touched. I slide her bra strap down, ever so slightly and kiss again where I just touched. I repeat until the strap is hanging loosely down her arm. I do the same thing on the other side. As the second strap slips off her shoulder, the bra falls away.

There I see two pert, full, C cup breasts rising and lowering with each of her breaths. The areola slightly smaller than a silver dollar, the nipples slightly smaller than a number 2 pencil eraser. I've considered myself an ass man for years, but these breasts, these could make the most ardent ass man forget about the best of posteriors.

She laid back down, I kissed from her belly button, to her side, and up to just under breasts. With hands on either side, I run them along her to where my lips had stopped. She leans up, kisses me hard, and I move a hand over her chest, tweaking her nipple. She arches into me and lets a playful, "Ohhh" escape between kisses.

Her hands are running up my back, past my neck, through my hair, and back down. Eventually she gets bolder and pushes her right hand between us, into my boxer briefs, and without hesitation, wraps her hands around my fully hard cock. Expertly caressing it. She pushes me off with her left hand and on to my back. With a few quick tugs, my pants are off, my cock protruding from the waist band of my boxer briefs. She leans forward, maintaining eye contact and flicks the top of my cock with her tongue. She wraps her hand around it again and does slow, soft circles around the tip with her tongue while pumping with a slight twist of the wrist, down and up.

"Jesus Christ. Lay back down." I demand as I flip her back onto the bed. I undo her pants, but she protests. "I, I'm not going to sleep with you tonight".

I freeze, think for a moment, then stammer, "That fine. But I'm going to lick your pussy." There's a brief silence. No protesting. I shift her pants lower. She lifts her ass of the bed to accommodate me. She's definitely on board with the pussy licking I think. I kiss on her thighs, then above her panties, and then down over the panties. She feels the heat of my breath against her pussy through her panties. I kiss her through her panties, then run a thumb along her slit, causing a small indent. She lifts her hips again. She wants the panties removed.

With her panties gone, I see that she has a small strip leading up from her pussy. I kiss either side, then slip lower. Ever so lightly I run a tongue between lips, just skimming her clit. She tenses. My tongue takes another pass. Firmer. Further between her lips. Her taste is sweet, and her juices run down my chin. I circle her clit, building her up. I slide a finger into her pussy, stroking slightly as I slide it back out and continue that as my licking picks up speed and my free hands gropes at her chest. Things are getting heated now. We're both damp with sweat. Her legs tense around my head, he hands hold my head in place as I continue my work with my tongue. Her hips thrust, and she groans as she cums.

I role off, lay beside her. We talk for a while about randomness while she catches her breath. "It's your turn" she says with a devilish grin. And with a surprising amount of grace, she tears my boxer briefs off. There's no build up. There's no teasing. She takes my cock in her hand, the balls in the other, and immediately runs it past her lips, deep into her mouth. She bobs her head in unison with her hand. Her technique, the warmth of her mouth, the hotness of the night, everything is pointing to this being a quick event. But she stops. I have the rock hard type erection. The kind that could plow through a brick and she's stopped. I watch as she crawls up a little, and rests her tits on either side of my pining erection. She uses her hands to push her tits together squeezing my cock in between as she moves up and down. In a soft, sultry voice, she says, "I want to make you cum."

"It's going to be soon. Fuck. That's good." I mutter as a I grab at her hair.

"Oh, then why I don't I put you back in my mouth she asks?" playfully. She slips lower again and licks my shaft from bottom to top and then each side. These are thick, long, slow licks. Without using her hands, she takes me into her mouth again, this time swallowing my cock all the way down to the base. She stops to move her head quickly. I feel my balls tense. I pat her shoulder, letting her know I'm about to cum. she keeps me in her mouth, still bobbing her head as I shoot streams of cum into her mouth.