When we got to the carnival my excitement only increased. There were so many attractions to choose from that we didn't know where to start. There was the Ferris wheel, of course. Once we were up close to it we realized how big it truly was. There were food stalls and game stalls and a little alcove with classic arcade games.
“Why don't we try the Ferris wheel?” Vince asked, looking up doubtfully, “What's not fun about being dangled at a height on an unstable looking construction?”
“No Vince, it's a date. You asked me out so you have to let me pick first!” I nagged. Vince was trying really hard to be nice to me, because he didn't argue at all.
“Fine, what do you want to do?” he asked. I shrugged. “Ferris wheel sounds good to me,” I said.
We made out way over the Ferris Wheel and after asking the guy running it if it was safe over and over again, we bought two tickets. Though it was early in the afternoon there was still a queue, so we had to wait ten or so minutes until we got on. My heart was starting to pound in my chest at the thought of being so high up in the air. I hadn't been on a Ferris wheel since I was a kid and I was starting to wonder if it was a good idea. Vince sensed my nerves.
“You OK?” he asked. I nodded.
“Yeah, why wouldn't I be?” I said, though the queue moved forward and I felt the blood drain from my face just a little bit. We were close now.
“We'll be fine, I promise,” he said, touching my waist gently. It was strange. The two of us had been so intimate together but I couldn't ever remember him touching me as softly and sweetly as this. It distracted me from the fear. My heart started to pound again, but for a different reason now. He was serious. Vince was serious about me, about trying to impress me. He wanted me to like him, and not just for what he could do in bed. It felt like I was on an alien planet, experiencing everything in reverse. If that was the case then I would never return home. I liked this too much.
He'll disappoint you, said the voice in my head as we took out seats on the ride This is just another way for him to get in your panties. Men like Vince never change. You'll see.
For once, I told the little voice in my head to shut the fuck up. Maybe he was using me. Maybe he wasn't. I was enjoying this moment and that was all that mattered. Maybe the future wasn't as important as I made it out to be.
My nerves came flooding back as soon as the Ferris wheel began to move. I wondered if it was too late to ask the man to stop it, but he was so far away now that there was no way that he could hear me. I shut my eyes tight as we continued to ascend higher and higher. It didn't take long for Vince to notice.
“You OK, Lola? You're not really scared of this, are you? We're barely off the ground yet!” he said. I couldn't respond. All I could do was squeak. I hated the way the seat shook as we moved. I hated that even though my eyes were shut, I knew exactly how high off the ground we were. We were only getting higher. I especially hated that this had all been my idea.
“Hey, it's OK. It'll be over soon,” Vince said. To my surprise, he put his arm around my shoulders and squeezed me tight. This was such a surprising gesture that my eyes snapped open.
“See, not so bad is it?” he asked. I shook my head. “No, it's not so bad.”
Vince
Dates had always seemed like a really awkward, outdated concept to me. I mean, who wants to go to the effort of dressing up, bringing flowers and meeting the girl's dad only so you may or may not get laid. That wasn't to mention how much money you'd have to spend on dinner and a movie or whatever banal activity you chose as a facade for what you really wanted. It was a joke. At least, that was what I thought.
Being on a date with Lola was different. She was so fun, even if the date didn't end in sex it would count as a good day. We rode the Ferris wheel first, although I soon learned that was a mistake. She wasn't so great with heights. It was nice being able to put my arm around her and comfort her though. It made me feel like I actually made a difference to her. It was nice, really.
After that we went to a few of the game stalls. I turned out to be surprisingly good at the games and ended up winning Lola a number of prizes. By the time I was all out of change she had a large pink teddy bear, two balloons and a giant bag of marshmallows. She was as happy as a kid on Christmas morning and it made me feel great to know that I had caused that happiness. Maybe this dating thing had something to it. It still felt strange and alien to me, but I liked it.
I got the two of us hot dogs and we sat down on a bench by the Ferris wheel together. Lola took a bite of her hot dog, clearly ravenous.
“You know,” she said, her mouth still full, “This has been a weird fucking day.”
I couldn't disagree with her on that one. If any of my friends knew that I had taken a girl on a date to a carnival, they would be shocked. They'd probably think that I'd been possessed or something. They would be even more shocked if I admitted how much I had actually enjoyed myself.
“Yeah, it's been weird for me too. But good weird, right?” I said. Lola smiled, though she'd taken another bite so her cheeks were filled with food. She didn't look unlike a hamster.
“Yup, good weird,” she swallowed. I ate my own hot dog in three bites and threw the tissue it came in into the trash can. I had something to say, but I wasn't quite sure how to get it out.
“Um...do you think we should do this again?” I asked. Lola raised her eyebrows at me. Jesus, it felt like my heart was stopping. No wonder I hadn't done this before. It was too damn nerve wracking, “That's what people usually do, right? Ask for a second date?”
“That depends on how well the first date goes,” she said lightly. I wasn't sure what that meant. Was that her way of telling me that she hadn't enjoyed herself? I found it impossible to read her expression. For a moment I felt as if I would have been better off sticking to my old ways. I never doubted whether or not a girl wanted me. They always did, unless they were gay or married and the latter sometimes did anyway. Dating was different. Dating was harder than anything I'd ever done before.
“How did the first date go?” I asked. Lola looked at the sky thoughtfully, as if she wasn't quite sure what the answer was. She was teasing me of course, and I knew it, but it was still unnerving. Maybe this was her way of getting me back for being such a dick to her in the past. I couldn't say that I didn't deserve it.
“The first date has been good so far,” she said, and then she looked me in the eyes, “But it's not over yet, is it?”
Her answer took me aback a little. I didn't think that she would want to spend this much time with me. I had never spent this much time with a woman before in my adult life. At least, not fully clothed. The fact that she was wanting more was a surprise to me, but it must have meant that I was doing well. Not bad for a first try.
Not bad at all.
Lola
After the terror of the Ferris wheel Vince's bike didn't scare me anymore. In fact, I started to think that I might like one for myself. As we sped through the city once again I felt more comfortable yelling at him.
“Hey!” I screeched, “Do you think you could teach me how to drive one of these death machines?” I couldn't hear it, but Vince's body shook so I knew he was laughing at the idea.
“Sure! You can help me make a bike for you if you want!” he yelled back. “Why can't I use this one?”
“Because I don't want it to get wrecked!” he said. I would have slapped him, but I didn't want him to crash. He was only teasing me.
All too soon we pulled up outside my house. I got off of the bike.
“Do you want to come in for some coffee? I think I have some tea too, if you're into that,” I said. I hoped hoped hoped that he would be into that. We'd had an amazing date, at least in my view. I just hoped that he felt the same. I didn't want it to end.
Vince looked thoughtful for a moment, and I was terrified that he would turn me down. Then that smirk appeared on his face.
“Sure, I like tea,” he said. He put the break down on the bike and followed
me into the house. I put my key in the door with much difficulty, due to the way that my hand was shaking. Vince's hand ran down my back, “Hey, there's no reason to be nervous.”
I looked up at him. “Isn't there?”
Suddenly Vince reached out and caressed my face, gently and tenderly. I dropped my key, but I didn't give a shit. He pulled me into a kiss and I kissed him back. Vince didn't even use his tongue on me, but I felt a shock of arousal run through my body.
“Now,” he said, “Let's go inside.”
I picked up my key and shoved it into the door, opening it with ease this time.
“Maybe we should skip the tea. You haven't seen my room yet, have you?” I said, running my hand up his body suggestively.
Vince leaned forward and kissed down my neck, making me shiver.
“I don't know. Does this normally happen on dates?” he whispered. I nodded eagerly.
“Yeah, but only really good ones,” I said. Vince didn't need to be convinced anymore. I took his hand and guided him upstairs.
He was right. Somehow we always ended up like this.
Vince
Lola's bedroom looked like what I imagined the inside of her head looked like. She had a huge bookshelf, absolutely filled to brim with books and magazines and decorated with a lot of cute little trinkets. Her bed was big, covered with a floral comforter. Her closet was also filled to the brim with a number of colorful garmets, and her vanity table was covered in perfumes and makeup. There were a few teddy bears on her bed, which she knocked off in embarrassment. I couldn't let her get away with that though.
“Why'd you do that? They can be friends with the teddy bear that I won for you.” I said. Lola shushed me.
“I don't want to talk about teddy bears now,” she said. I let her kiss my mouth, softly and gently like it was the first time. It almost felt like the first time to me. After the new experience of a date, everything else felt shiny and new to me.
Lola pulled off my jacket and my shirt and threw them to the ground. I let her kiss down my body until she was on her knees in front of me.
She looked up at me with a twinkle in those sexy eyes of hers. I was hard already.
“I haven't done this in a while, have I?” she said softly. I didn't speak. I just watched her undo my belt and pull out my cock.
Lola ran her tongue up and down the shaft of my cock. Somehow, she just knew exactly what to do to make me feel incredible. It wasn't long before she was sucking me, just the way I liked. The sight of her making love to me with her mouth like that was so sexy. I knew it would stay in my mind forever.
She continued to lick and suck me until I felt myself coming close to an orgasm. It never normally happened this quickly, but her mouth and tongue were just so skillful that I couldn't help it. I had to stop her.
“No,” I breathed, gently pulling her back, “Not yet. I'm not done with you yet.”
She didn't argue. I lifted her up and laid her down on the bed in front of me. She looked so fucking beautiful, just lyying there and looking up at me like that. A part of me just wanted to look at her like that and appreciate her beauty. However, an even bigger part of me wanted to fuck her brains out. It seemed that we were on the same page.
“Fuck me, please,” she breathed. Her words turned me on more than her blow job had. I had to obey.
I stripped her until her clothes were laying on the floor next to mine and she was naked. Her body was so perfect, I couldn't stop myself from kissing her all over. I lingered on her breasts, kissing them and licking them. She moaned at the sensation, obviously enjoying herself.
“Stop teasing me,” she said breathlessly, “I want you inside me.” I couldn't resist teasing her a little bit.
“Sure thing, baby doll,” I said. Lola scowled at me and I could tell that she was about to start complaining, but I didn't give her the chance. I grasped my cock in my hand and pressed it into her, so the first few inches slipped in to that beautiful wetness. She gasped and it was like music to my ears. I loved those noises she made and just wanted her to make more for me.
I began to move inside her, gently increasing my pace. Lola writhed and groaned beneath me, begging me to fuck her just the way I knew she liked. She didn't need to convince me. I moved faster, harder inside her.
“Oh fuck,” she said, “Fuck that feels so good.”
It felt just as good for me. I had to bite down on her nipple to stop myself from cuming too soon, which made her cry out in pleasure. Suddenly, Lola reached up and grabbed my face, planting her lips on mine. I kissed her passionately as I fucked her and it felt intimate and sexy at the same time. It wasn't long before Lola and I came close to our orgasms. She was first, giving out a final cry as her pussy tightened around me and her muscles spasmed.
I followed soon after, giving her the last thrust I could muster and cuming inside of her. I pulled out and collapsed beside her, letting the final wave of pleasure flow through my body.
When I eventually came down and realized that my arms were around her. It was strange, but for once I felt all right. It felt good actually. I pulled her closer to me.
Lola looked up at me in surprise.
“I thought you didn't like cuddling?” she said softly. I brushed her hair out of her eyes and kissed the top of her head.
“I didn't. I didn't like a lot of things before I met you,” I said. Lola pressed her finger to my lip and shushed me.
“Be quiet. That's girlfriend talk. We don't do that, remember?” she teased. I pushed her hand away. “I'm serious, Lola. I like this. I like cuddling, I like kissing. I like you,” I took a deep breath, “I think maybe...maybe I love you?”
I said it like it was a question but we both knew that it wasn't. It was a fact that I'd been trying to deny forever now. Lola's eyes widened.
“Woah, that's a little much for a first date, isn't it?” she said. My heart sank. Was she serious? This was why I didn't do dating. It was too messy. Lola saw my expression and laughed her ass off, “Lighten up Vince! I'm kidding. I hate to say it, but I love you too.”
I hugged her tight and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. Those words, those words that I had always laughed at now seemed to mean so much to me. I wasn't my old self anymore, but maybe that was OK Sometimes change was good.
“That's great. We're in agreement then,” I said. Lola nodded.
“For once it seems like we are. Funny, huh?” she said. I kissed her head again.
“Yeah, funny,” I put on my serious voice, “But Lola, one thing OK? We gotta establish boundaries.” “Sure.”
I could sense the nervous tone in her voice, but I could tell that she was nervous. She probably thought I was going to say something stupid and fuck things up again. I couldn't blame her. “You have to promise me something,” I said, keeping my serious voice.
“Anything.”
“You never drive me anywhere again.”
She elbowed me in the ribs and the two of us collapsed into laughter. This wasn't bad. Not bad at all.
<<<< THE END >>>>
Dane
Chapter One
Savannah
At twenty-five years old, spending a night alone getting wasted in a dive bar wasn't how I'd imagined my life. After all, I'd had so much potential. My name, Savannah Finn, was still plastered all over the design school where I'd graduated with a top qualification in textiles. They used the dresses I'd designed to show new students what they could achieve some day if they really put their minds to it. On graduation day they handed me that scroll and I knew that I was going somewhere. I was going to be somebody. All of my teachers would be so proud of me a few years down the line when I returned from my first show at fashion week.
“We knew she was going to do big things from the start,” was what they would say. I had talent. I had a boyfriend who loved me. I was going somewhere.
Two years later and things had changed quite a bit. It turned out that my boyfriend hadn't loved me enough not to cheat on me with every gi
rl and one or two guys that took his fancy. I'd found him in bed with one of my friends and that was the last straw. I'd sworn off men since then. That was all right, as I still graduated first in my class. All I had to do was wait for the perfect job to come by and the rest of my life would fall into place. Men didn't matter. I was a career woman. So I waited. And waited. If I'd waited any longer then I would have starved to death and been kicked out of my apartment. For the last two years I had been stuck working as a glorified seamstress, visiting clients in their homes and turning up their kids' pants when they had growth spurts or altering the occasional wedding dress. There was no room for creativity and there was certainly no room for any enjoyment. It was only marginally better than working in fast food, though some days made me doubt that. Today had been particularly tough. Elderly clients were usually kind but this one was something else. Mrs Brown was a haughty woman who clearly saw me as beneath her. When I told her that the dress she had bought three sizes too small simply couldn't be altered to fit, she had called me an idiot and ranted about entitled, ignorant young people. I hadn't even managed to drive away before my agency was calling, warning me that if I let a client get that upset again that I'd be fired. It wasn't the first warning I'd ever gotten from them, though I always tried to do the best job that I could. They yelled at me like I was a child and it took everything for me to not live up to it and burst into tears right there and then. Instead, I saved them until they hung up.
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