“Me too.” I smiled. “But I can’t eat or drink anything else. Do you want to come back to mine and see if there’s anything on the TV?”
“Seriously? You trust me enough to come into your home? I’m truly honored.” He said.
“Well, I’ve had a lot of wine,” I told him. “Far too much in actual fact.”
Aidan beckoned the waitress over. “Could we have the bill please, and could you prepare me a coffee to go?”
I shook my head. I did have coffee in my house. But I let him get his takeout. He drove us back to my apartment, and he followed me inside. I watched him take in the simple but homely furnishings in my small one-bedroomed apartment.
“It’s very compact.” I told him.
“Yeah, but I like it.” He said with what appeared to be genuine honesty. “You have a great touch. You’re good at putting colors and textures together.” He stared at the photos on the walls. Shots I’d taken of the world around me. “These are amazing. You are so talented.” He told me. He sat down on my couch sipping at his coffee while I hovered at the furthest edge away from him. “Come sit here, girlfriend.” He said, patting the seat next to him.
“That coffee’s not doing a great job of sobering you up.” I said, sitting next to him and clutching my head as the room tilted slightly. “Fuck, I can talk. I’m wasted.”
“So, how do you think our first date went? If it was real marks out of ten?” Aidan asked.
“Eleven, definitely.” I replied. I started counting on my fingers. “Good company. Attractive. Generous. Witty. Honest. No bullshit… what number am I on?” I asked, confused.
“I don’t care. This is the best not-a-date-date I’ve ever been on. From now on I’m dating lesbians.” Aidan announced.
“I think you’ll find I’m the great company and that it has nothing to do with my sexuality.” I told him.
“Kiss me.” He demanded, putting his coffee down.
“No.” I told him.
“You kiss men in your movies. You act straight. I want you to kiss me like you do them. Let me see how good you are. I didn’t get long enough to judge the other day. I want to give you marks out of ten.”
“You’re so drunk.” I laughed. Then I couldn’t stop laughing. I had a complete fit of hysterics imagining myself kissing Aidan when he thought I was acting because I liked women when really I completely fancied him and this was like some kind of romantic comedy film only in real life.
“What are you laughing at?” Aidan pouted. “Is my face ugly to you because you like women?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Aidan.” I said, and I leaned in and placed his lips on mine. He leaned back into me once again capturing my mouth with his own and at that point I didn’t give a damn that he thought I was acting a role. My body was on fire and I needed him. However far this went I was going with it.
He pushed me back against the couch, his hand sliding up my skirt. “Touch me.” He asked.
He lifted up his torso as I unfastened his trousers and lowered the zipper. His cock sprang free, and I fastened my hand around it and slowly stroked my hand up and down the length of his dick.
He groaned in response. I felt myself get slick. I desperately wanted him inside me.
“Let me get on top,” I instructed.
We moved around. I removed Aidan’s pants and boxers from his body and stripped his shirt and jacket off him. Then I stood and removed all my own clothes.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Aidan murmured. Then he mumbled something I couldn’t make out. I could only guess it was regret that he thought I didn’t bat for his team.
I straddled his waist and leaned over to kiss him. His tongue tangled with mine and he lifted his hands up and stroked my breasts tweaking my nipples. He leaned forward and captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking then teasing with his tongue. I’d waited long enough. I took hold of his cock and held it at my entrance and then I lowered myself on him until he filled me completely.
His mouth emitted a string of expletives and blasphemy. Fucks and oh my God’s. I rotated up, down and around on his shaft, using the fingers of one hand to play with my clit. “Open your eyes and watch if you like, Aidan.” I told him.
He did. His eyes fixed on us and roamed everywhere. From my swinging breasts to his dick pumping inside me. To me fingering myself while I fucked him. His pace intensified, his thrusts frantic, and I felt myself build with the telltale sensations that my orgasm was on its way. “I’m going to come.” I told him.
With another thrust Aidan came, his hot cum spurting inside me and I exploded with sensations all around his cock.
“That was, that was, intense and…crazy.” Aidan said, gathering me to his chest.
I snuggled under his arm feeling sated and satisfied.