Only One Chance (Only One 2)

“I want to do this the right way,” I tell her, and she looks at me, confused. “I want you so much.” I swallow. “More than I want to go to Disney and a bit less than I want to win the Stanley Cup.”

She laughs now. “I’m glad I made that list.” She pulls me down to sit next to me. “But you’re right.” She snuggles next to me. “I haven’t dated someone in a long, long time.” I try not to let it get to me. “I haven’t wanted to date someone in a long, long time.”

I grab the phone out of my jacket. “I’m going to google what couples do on the first date.”

She laughs now, filling the room. “Please tell me what it says.”

“Laugh all you want …” I look down at the phone. “Google has not led me wrong.”

“Google told you not to contact me for five days.” She points out, and I shrug. “So what does it say?”

“Be confident is the first one,” I tell her, smiling. “Check that one off the list.” I look down and read the rest to her. “Pay attention to her body language.”

“My body language was dry humping you at the front door,” she says, and I swear I haven’t laughed so hard in my life. She grabs the phone from me.

“What are you doing?” I ask her.

“I’m going to google how many people have sex on the first date,” she tells me and then gasps. “I’m the man in the relationship.” I grab the phone from her, looking down at it and scrolling.

“Oh, look at the survey,” I tell her. “We should do it.” She takes the phone from my hand and tosses it aside and then straddles me. My cock is pushing to get out.

“How about we do us?” she says. “We go at our speed. Let’s start with us making out on this couch.” She leans forward, and her tongue slips into my mouth. My hands want to move from her hips and cup her tits. She lets go of my mouth. “And if we end up naked, then we end up naked. If we end up with my shirt on the floor, then that is okay, too.”

“Why are you asking? This is so hard,” I groan as her hips rotate on my lap.

“Oh, baby,” she says. “I’m not the hard one.” She laughs, and I snap, turning her on her back. It’s me who rotates my hips now, making her shift her hips up. “Yes,” she hisses out, then looks at me. “I would be okay with your shirt coming off,” she says, and her hands are already under my shirt.

“Okay, but that’s it,” I tell her, and for the rest of the day, we make out on her couch with my shirt off. When I leave her right before dinner, both of us are wired. “Are you going to miss me?” I ask her when she walks me to the door.

“Honestly,” she says. “I’m going to go into the tub and bring a friend with me.”

My mouth opens in shock. “Are you going to think about me when you play with yourself?” I kiss her when she nods. “I approve of this.”

I walk out of the house without looking back, my whole body one tense nerve. I call her as soon as I get into the car. “What?” she answers, and I laugh.

“I want to listen,” I tell her, and she laughs. We discuss the game tomorrow night, and when I get home, she still hasn’t stepped into the bathtub. Hanging up the phone, I walk into the house, and I’m going to the fridge when I get a ping. I see that she sent me a picture. I open it up, seeing her kneecap and what looks like bubbles around her.

I call her on FaceTime right away. “Are you in the bath?” I ask her when she answers, and I hear the water around her. She comes into view with her hair tied up.

“I am.” She looks at the camera mischievously. “And I’m not alone.”

“No,” I say to her. “Changed my mind. You can’t play with yourself.”

“What?” she shrieks out. “That’s not fair. You left me all pent-up and needing release.”

“How is this,” I tell her. “Tomorrow, after the game, you come home with me, and we can go to second base?”

She shakes her head. “How about I do this, and we still go to second base?”

“Just think how good it’ll be,” I tell her, and she rolls her eyes.

“Then you can’t drain your snake either,” she says, and I laugh. “What’s good for the gander is good for the geese.”

“I don’t think that’s the way that goes,” I tell her, and my cock is screaming at me not to agree to her requests.

“So we both wait until tomorrow then?” she asks, and I nod my head. “I want five,” she says, huffing out. “You have to make me come five times.”