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You sat in an observant silence as you watched the silver-haired man before you sprinkle the dark green substance into a thin, brown piece of paper. He evenly spread it around so that it lined the paper in a thin sheet before rolling it between nimble fingers.
“Do you always stare this hard on first dates?” He questioned while flitting his eyes up to meet your sharp gaze.
You blew a quick gust of air through your nose in the form of laughter before rolling your eyes at him.
“I didn’t know this was a date.” You retorted as a grin began tugging at the corners of your lips, forcing the slightest smile onto your face.
Connie only shrugged before pushing his tongue past his lips to slowly drag it along one side of the paper. He proceeded to hastily roll the joint between his fingers once again, using his saliva as a bonding agent.
“Do you want this to be a date?” You spoke again.
He stuffed a hand into the pocket of his sweats to retrieve a dark blue lighter before responding.
“I mean we did leave a party together and now we’re in the parking lot of an abandoned McDonald’s in the middle of God knows where.” He jokingly pointed out. “I’d consider this a date.” He finished before flicking the lighter with his thumb, igniting a small flame.
“It’s like the unwritten law of college parties, I'm pretty sure.” He added.
You only laughed at his statement.
Maybe he was right in a way, you thought. However, this wasn’t exactly how you envisioned your first date playing out but it was nice. Connie was a nice guy, funny, caring, a stoner.
You had always been attracted to him in ways you couldn’t exactly put your finger on. You weren’t sure if you were attracted to his bubbly, outgoing personality or his looks. A medley of both perhaps.
Who could blame you? Connie was an attractive man to say the absolute least. He had a slim frame with a muscular build. He has put on a bit of muscle weight over the last few years as he’s become more active. It only seemed to strengthen your attraction toward him.
Connie’s hair was another feature worth mentioning. It was short, soft, and probably the lightest shade of silver you’ve ever seen on a man. He pulled it off though. It was one of your favorite attributes he possessed.
Connie put one end of the blunt in between his lips before bringing the flame of the lighter toward the opposite end. He inhaled deeply before releasing a heavy breath, blowing the smoke out of the open sunroof above.
He pushed the blunt your direction, waiting for you to take it from his fingers and into your own. You graciously took it from him and put it between your own lips.
He watched in a trancelike state as you closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. You did just as he did and blew the smoke out of the sunroof before taking another hit.
“I never took you for a smoker, [your name].” He commented, his eyes never leaving you.
You shrugged as you blew more smoke out of your mouth.
“Only on special occasions.” You jested before pushing the blunt in his direction.
Connie smiled widely, flashing a set of pearly whites at you. “Sooooo you would consider this date as a special occasion is what I’m hearing?” He perked.
“I guess so.” You replied.
He simply nodded, “I like that.”
He placed the dwindling joint between his lips before inhaling. He pulled deeply and slowly, allowing the cannabis to swell in his chest before tilting his head back and pushing out the smoke once again.
You watched as his eyes grew heavier and as his motions grew slower, almost as if he were trying to move under the pressure of water. You wondered if it was possible you looked the same to him.
He almost looked tired as he sprawled himself across the reclined seat of the car. His legs were spread wide enough to the point one of his knees were touching the driver’s side door, while the other was pressed against the middle console.
He readjusted himself every now and then by pushing his hips slightly forward before bringing them back down to meet with the black cloth of the car’s seat.
You weren’t exactly sure what it was about that specific action that had your lower stomach churning in excitement, but whatever the reasoning was, you couldn’t ignore the warmth growing between your legs.
Connie dragged reddening and wandering eyes all over your figure as he held the joint in his mouth. He trailed his gaze from the deep curve of your Cupid’s bow, to the cleavage spilling out of your top, to the prominent curve of your hip as the hem of your skirt rode up your thighs, exposing the supple skin beneath.
“What?” You questioned, breaking his intense gaze away from your body and onto your face again.
“Nothing. I just,” he paused for a moment as he took another hit. “I don’t know. You look good tonight.” He finished, blowing more smoke out of the car’s roof.
A stupid smile slowly crept onto your face as you reached a hand out toward him, hinting that you wanted the blunt. He passed it to you and as you took it from him, you accidentally brushed his finger. That brief moment of contact was enough to have your breaths growing shallow.
“You’re not too shabby yourself.” You joked.
Connie only laughed at your comment. You guessed that was his way of thanking you.
You hadn’t realized it until now, but the two of you were sitting in silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence, but a comforting one. For a few minutes, the two of you simply passed the blunt back and forth wordlessly, but there was an unspoken, yet mutual connection in the car’s atmosphere.
There was no sound other than the low hum of the radio and the gentle breeze of the summer’s wind from outside of the car.
You suddenly gasped, breaking the comforting silence. Your ears perked up to the sound of the radio as one of your favorite songs began playing through the speakers of his car.
“Oh my God.” You cried, freezing in your seat.
“What? What’s wrong?” Connie practically jumped out of his seat in response to your exclamation.
“I fucking love this song.” You reached forward to turn up the radio before throwing yourself back into the passenger seat and began humming to the lyrics of “Roll Some Mo” by Lucky Daye.
“Jesus, [your name]. You can't do that.” He sighed while relaxing back into his seat.
Ignoring him, you began singing to him as the song continued to play. As you sang along, you swore you could feel the music working its way throughout your entire being.
“And we ain’t too high to see eye to eye, ‘know you feel the rush from a simple touch, baby roll some more.” You swayed back and forth in your seat, making random hand gestures to the music as you kept low, hooded eyes on him.
You even pretended to roll an arbitrary joint between your fingers as you acted out the lyrics of the song.
Connie watched in a gawking silence as he allowed you to sing to him until the song was over. He watched in complete and utter amusement as you performed for him.
You could tell Connie knew the song too. Not all parts, but he had the chorus memorized along with a few adlibs here and there. He would hate to sing over you, though he’d always swear he was the sixth Jackson brother. But at that moment, all he wanted to do was watch you .
As the song neared its end, he leaned forward to turn the radio back down to its original volume.
“You’re just full of surprises aren’t you, [your name]?” Connie finished his comment with a grin of curiosity.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You replied as you turned your body so that your knees could face him, providing him with your full and undivided attention.
He shrugged. You guessed that was his favorite thing to do. Shrugging.
“I found out that you’re a stoner and you can sing? All in one night too.” He joked, “What’s next?”
You pursed your lips together and squinted your eyes as you stared him down.
“Okay well first, stoner is a very strong connotation, that my friend would be you. I prefer dabbler.” You flashed a sly smile before reaching a hand forward to take the blunt out of his mouth to place it into your own. “And secondly,” You paused for a moment as you took a long drag from the diminishing paper before continuing. “I don’t sing.”
“Third, you’re also a good fucking liar.” Connie spoke, adding to your ever-growing list.
“Lying is not my forte.” You reassured.
“And I’m supposed to believe that coming from you? An award-winning liar?” A laugh of amusement erupted from the silver-haired man’s chest. “Right.” He scoffed.
You gasped with an open mouth as a hand flew to your chest. Your eyebrows furrowed in fictitious sadness before responding with a simple Ouch. You lied as if his words hurt you.
Connie’s bottom lip found itself tucked between his teeth as he began gnawing on the sensitive skin. His eyes never left you. His gaze remained warm and steady as he tried his best to pick you apart. He just couldn’t seem to figure you out and it was killing him.
There were so many layers to you. Too many layers to explore in one night of course, but Connie was determined. By the end of the night, he’d at least pry enough to discover what was hidden beneath the first layer.
Eventually, he’d get to the bottom of you, maybe not now, but one day. He didn’t particularly care how long it would take, as long as he got there. He couldn’t care less if it happened the next day, a week from then, or years from this very moment.
He’d get there eventually. Or at least that’s what he hopes.
Since the day he met you, he just couldn’t keep his eyes to himself. He found himself infatuated with the idea of figuring you out. He liked the fact that you were mysterious, insoluble. You kept to yourself as most attempt to, but you just did it so well.
Connie was utterly and completely obsessed with you, almost as if you were this unattainable prize and pursuing you was the only thing worthwhile. To him, you were an impossible jigsaw puzzle and he was fully committed to solving you.
He had always felt as though he possessed the God-given gift of intuitivity. However, when it came to you, he wasn’t necessarily sure where to begin. That God-given gift was close to obsolete in regards to you. There seemed to be so much to unpack when it came to you. He just couldn’t help but to wonder what else you could possibly be hiding.
How can something as uncomplicated as curiosity be so dangerous, yet so intriguing?
“Ever heard of shotgunning?” Connie suddenly asked with a wild grin plastered on his face. Whatever idea he had just come up with, you were completely in the dark.
“Yeah, like when you drink a beer?” You scoffed, wondering why he would ask such a dumb question.
“No, I mean like this,” he takes an unceremonious drag from the blunt before gesturing for you to lean closer. You did so without hesitation, but began to sputter as he cupped your jaw and leaned in.
Oh.
Oh.
Finally realizing what Connie was trying to do, you parted your lips, allowing the smoke to pour in from his mouth as he exhaled. You do your best to get it all, cheeks glowing a bright red as he watches you with a lidded stare.
You met his eyes, though you had to will yourself not to pry your gaze away, not when he’s looking at you like…like that .
It was then that you realized how close the two of you truly were. You could feel the fan of every breath he exhaled, each smelled of spearmint gum, laced with the rich, earthy aroma of cannabis.
You weren’t sure what it was, maybe later you’d blame the marijuana in your system, or even your secret infatuation with Connie. Whatever the reasoning was, the way you leaned in to kiss him with haste was bound to be a topic of discussion later.
Before Connie could even register what was happening, he found himself falling into the kiss immediately. Your lips moved with a messy urgency as did his own, yet the two of you still managed to find a pace that eventually synced.
Needy hands found themselves sliding along the sides of his neck until they were cupping his cheeks in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. Your fingers were threading themselves within the short hair that decorated the nape of his neck.
“I want you.” He breathed, lips still slotted against yours.
You hummed in response to his neediness.
“Please, [your name].” He begged between kisses, “I’ve always wanted you.”
The want and need that laced his tone was enough to have your core heating up in a way that made you push your thighs together. Trying to ignore the growing heat was becoming close to unbearable.
“How much?” Is all you managed to breath out as you pulled away from him, searching for his eyes.
“Will you let me show you, please?” He asked, his eyes glowing with a need you’d never thought you’d see in a man. Especially not Connie of all people.
You nodded. That’s all you could do.
A grin laced with nothing but mischievous grew on his face.
A simple head gesture from Connie, motioning for you to come closer had you crawling over the middle console of his car and onto his lap without much thought at all.
You soon found yourself situated on his lap with your legs on either side of him. His desperate hands couldn’t help but to find themselves sliding underneath your shirt to run along the length of your back. You shivered at the feeling of his cool hands pressing against your skin.
“Kiss me again.” He whispered as his eyes seemed to grow wide with want.
Obliging, you leaned forward to press your lips against his once more. This time, you were dragging your tongue across his bottom lip in an attempt to get more from him. Almost immediately, Connie was parting his lips, allowing your tongue to delve into his mouth with haste.
His tongue was quick to collide with yours. The two muscles pushed against one another aimlessly with slothful, yet eager energy.
As you sat atop him, you involuntarily began rolling your hips against him. Each time you brought your hips back down to collide with his, his breath seemed to falter in his chest every time he inhaled.
“Keep doing that–fuck.” He groaned against your lips.
And you did.
You continued to slowly grind your hips against his, making sure to do it in a way that had his lower stomach growing with arousal.
“Faster.” He muttered.
You attempted to roll your hips at a quicker pace but found yourself struggling given the tight, enclosed space of his car. It was difficult trying to find a pace that worked.
“Oh, come on. You can do better than that.” He commented as his hands began sliding down your waist to find their respective place on your hips. “You want my help? Is that it?” He questioned.
You only nodded, allowing him to guide your hips with nothing but the force of his hands.
“Yeah, see?” He paused to let a throaty groan escape the depths of his chest before continuing, “Just like that.”
As he moved your hips, you could feel him growing harder beneath you. You could feel the entirety of his cock resting against your clothed cunt even through the thick material of his sweatpants.
And God , he was so fucking big. You couldn’t help but to wonder what it would feel like if he were buried deep inside of you. The only thing that plagued your mind was the thought of his lengthy cock sliding against the pulsing heat of your slick walls.
Connie dipped his head so that it could rest within the crook of your neck before attaching his lips to the exposed skin. You craned your neck to the side, subtly inviting him to place a wet, openmouthed kiss to the flesh to which he did.
You hummed in response.
Soon, you felt his tongue sliding along the length of your neck until it found the lobe of your ear. He took it into his mouth to gently suck on the skin before dragging his lips down to your collarbone.
“More, Connie.” You moaned.
“More?” He repeated your plead while laughing. “What do you want, [your name]?”
“You.” You moaned as you rolled your head back. “I want you.”
“How much?” He teased, mocking your statement from earlier.
You groaned, “Don’t do that.”
“Tell me how much you want me.” He repeated, his eyes searching for yours in the darkened atmosphere of the car.
That cocky bastard.
You couldn’t help but to look away. His gaze was too intense. You found yourself growing nervous under his stare. Though you were no longer looking him in the eyes, you could still feel the heat of his stare burning holes into the sensitive flesh of your cheek.
“Look at me.” He muttered as one of his hands came up to grip at the supple skin of your cheeks, redirecting your gaze onto his face. He wasn’t necessarily rough, but there was a clear sense of eagerness in all of his movements.
“Tell me how much you want me, [your name].” He repeated himself once again, yet this time his voice was firmer than before.
Caving, you finally told him how much you wanted–no, needed him.
“I want you so bad, Connie please.” You whined, hands flying up to cup his cheeks. “I need you– all of you… inside of me.”
Your cheeks grew warm with crimson as you confessed to him. While you pleaded, you couldn’t help but notice how much harder he was getting beneath you. No wonder he was so eager, his poor cock was straining against the restricting fabric of his sweatpants. All he wanted to do was to free himself.
He couldn’t help but to groan at your confession. “Yeah? You need me?” He teased as his hands began sliding along your sides to slip your shirt over your head. He tossed the thin garment into the passenger seat where you previously sat.
You hummed in response as you did the same to his shirt. You gripped the hem of the plain, white crew neck to lift it over his head before adding it to the growing pile of clothing. You ran your hands along the pronounced muscles of his chest and abdomen, tracing each curve and divot of his frame.
As you admired his body, Connie was lifting his hips to tug his sweatpants down, along with his black briefs until they were past his thighs, freeing his cock. He didn’t care enough to remove them all the way, instead he let them rest just below his knees. He was then dragging calloused hands up your thighs until they were gripping the hem of your skirt before looking up at you with pleading eyes.
“Can I?” Is all he asked.
You found yourself nodding immediately with nothing but haste, allowing him to gather your skirt in his palm before pushing it up your body, bunching the dark garment around your waist. He proceeded to move the saturated fabric of your underwear to the side before dragging a finger along your slit.
The contact ripped a ragged breath out of you along with a whine of pleasure. His finger seemed to glide so easily given how wet you were. As he rubbed at your cunt, you couldn’t help but to roll your hips against his hand. It’s not like you were meaning to, but the feeling of his fingers nearing your warm entrance had you rocking your hips as your head fell back.
“So fucking wet.” He groaned, “All for me, right?” He questioned.
You nodded with an open mouth as you let him tease your entrance, his fingers dangerously close to slipping inside.
“That’s my girl.” He muttered.
Soon, you felt him pushing two eager fingers inside of you. He went as far as he could in one thrust, making sure you were filled to a hilt, his fingers knuckle deep. The moan that fell from your lips was peerless, throaty and full of want. He pulled his fingers out completely before shoving them back inside of you.
Both his middle and ring finger worked their way inside of you while his thumb was sliding along your clit, tracing messy, yet calculated circles on the bud. Your mouth hung agape at the feeling of his lengthy fingers grazing your slick walls
“Hah–feels so good, Con–” You cried as you felt him beginning to curl his fingers forward. You began rolling your hips in sync with his thrusts, trying to get as much out of his fingers as possible.
“Yeah?” He cooed before leaning forward to connect his lips with yours, muffling your helpless whimpers and moans.
“So fucking good,” You mumbled while nodding into the kiss.
He quickened his pace in the slightest, pulling and pushing his digits inside of so quickly to the point your walls were beginning to flutter around him, begging for some sort of release.
Maybe it was the marijuana clouding your senses, you weren’t sure, but you have never found yourself to be so desperate for anything in your life. The begging pleads and the constant need for more is something you have never experienced, at least not this intense.
“More,” You moaned, jaw slacked and eyes half-lidded with lust.
A needy hand was reaching for his as it was buried inside of you as if it could possibly give you more. You were practically using his hand as your own toy, fucking yourself on it, riding it with eagerness, and panting as you inched closer and closer to your peak.
He allowed you to use him too, muttering encouraging words of praise and approval. Part of you felt like he was enjoying it a little too much. He couldn’t possibly be getting off to the act of you using him… right?
“ God , you need it don’t you?” He commented, referring to his cock.
You pursed your lips together in slight embarrassment as your eyebrows furrowed. You simply nodded, mouthing a desperate please in response. Connie returned the small gesture as he nodded himself. He was tightening his grip on your hips in order to lift you up just enough so that you were hovering over his stiff cock after pulling his fingers out of you.
“Spit on it.” He demanded.
Obliging, you were immediately gathering saliva in your mouth before puckering your lips and lolling out your tongue, allowing yourself to drool all over his cock. The two of you watched as your spit slowly dripped from the flushed head of his cock, all the way down the shaft, before finally reaching his balls.
“Oh my God–there you go.” Is all he said as he began to slowly stroke himself with the help of your saliva all the while you were hovering over it. He was deliberate with his motions too, dragging his fist from the base of his cock, all the way to the head before swiping his thumb across the opening, then repeating it all over again.
He caught himself hissing at his own touch. Part of you was starting to believe he was just as sensitive as you were. It was the way that he reacted to the feeling of his hand as if his palm sent the tiniest of shocks throughout his body. It only made you wonder what the feeling of your cunt wrapping around him would do.
He even took it upon himself to spit on it too, only adding to the mess you’ve created. If there is one thing you would learn about Connie tonight, it’s that he fucking loves nasty, wet sex. As a matter of fact, there isn’t anything he loved more.
Just as before, the two of you watched as his spit rolled from the head of his cock, all the way to the base. He pumped himself a few more times in his palm before positioning his cock so that it could line up with your leaking hole.
He began to slowly guide you down onto his cock. The two of you shared a shallow gasp as soon as his tip met your entrance. Inch by inch, he slowly pulled you down further and further until your pelvis was flush with his.
He split you open in the best way possible, forcing the length of his cock into your tiny hole. God , it was so deep. You found yourself wincing at the feeling of him pushing his way inside.
“I know.” He cooed as he leaned forward to place a kiss on the corner of your lip, “I think you can take it.” He added, his voice full of nothing but encouragement.
He filled you to the brim and it stuffed you so fucking well. You were completely and utterly full of him and you couldn’t have imagined it would feel any better.
“Look at you, taking all of me so well. Just as I imagined.” He commented as he raised your hips off of him before bringing them back down, colliding with his once again.
“Oh my God. You feel so good, Connie– fuck .” You whimpered as you brought your arms up to drape them around his neck. You dropped your head so that it could rest within the crook of his neck before lolling your tongue out and licking a strip up the skin, following immediately after with a kiss.
Connie's hips stuttered as soon as he felt your tongue. You couldn’t help but to smile to yourself as you realized how much of an effect you had on him.
You laughed as you dragged your lips along his neck, “You like when I kiss you here or something?” You hummed as you placed more openmouthed kisses to the skin.
“Yes,” he breathed, “Do it again, please.” He begged as he tilted his head in the opposite direction, granting you more access to the skin. You obliged, slowly sliding your tongue along his neck, being sure to keep your mouth nice and wide so that he could hear every last breath leave your lips.
He continued to fuck himself with your body, using you as his own, personal toy. Soon he began to buck his hips forward each time he pulled your body back onto his. This way, he would be able to feel more of you.
You could feel his hands sliding themselves up the length of your back until one of them was resting on the clasp of your lace bra.
“Take it off.” You encouraged, your voice low and tantalizing.
Almost immediately, he was undoing the fastening before sliding the straps down your shoulders. Connie muttered a profanity of some sort under his breath before taking one of your erect nipples into his mouth.
“So fucking pretty. Oh my God.” he moaned as he swirled his tongue around the hardening bud. He closed his eyes as he dragged his tongue across your chest before repeating the action to the other one.
While he played with your nipples, you couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering at the feeling. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as his tongue explored your breasts. He groped and kneaded the supple skin within the palms of his hands, humming and groaning in satisfaction.
Without much of a warning at all, you began to slowly lift your hips, sheathing yourself from him before sliding back down onto his cock, filling up your hole just as he did. The sudden action caught Connie off guard, nonetheless, he allowed you to continue.
With that, you repeated the action, slowly lifting your hips, then sliding back down until you picked up a good enough pace to ride him the way he was craving.
“Fuck–ride me like that– fuck .” He moaned, lips still wrapped around your nipple.
You watched the way his chest heaved each time he inhaled, the way his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, and even the way his mouth hung open as he tried to pull you impossibly closer so that he could kiss you again.
“You make me wanna cum so much.” He whimpered as he reconnected his lips with yours.
“So soon?” You teased, muttering the words against his lips.
He nodded with a slack jaw, breaths getting caught in his throat. You could feel his cock growing harder inside of you as it started twitching, begging for some sort of release.
“I’m gonna cum–fuck I’m gonna cum if you don’t s-stop.” He stuttered, head rolling back in pure ecstasy.
“Yeah?” You cooed as you picked up your pace, your hand coming up to rest on his cheek.
He nodded again as his hips began to stutter. With a groan, he was quickly pushing you off of him to stroke himself in his hand a few times before releasing several ropes of cum between the two of you. He coated your chest and his abdomen with the warm substance all while your name tumbled from his mouth.
You dragged a curious finger along your chest, collecting the milky-white substance before bringing your hand toward your face. Connie watched as you pushed two of your fingers into your mouth, sucking his cum off of them.
You hummed in satisfaction before leaning in to kiss him, unintentionally forcing him to taste himself on your lips. “You taste so good.” You muttered against his lips while lifting your hips to slide onto his cock once again.
A shared whimper erupted from both of your throats as you began to ride him again.
Though he was sensitive from his release, he allowed you to use him however you needed so that you could reach your own orgasm.
“I want you to use me to make yourself cum.” He encouraged. “You think you can do that?” He added.
You nodded as you began to grind yourself down onto him. Already, you could feel your lower stomach bubbling in a tension that wanted nothing more than to escape.
You could feel yourself tightening around the length of his cock as your need for release grew stronger and stronger, threatening to snap at any given moment.
“Fuck, do that again.” He groaned, referring to the tightening of your walls around him. You obliged his request and repeated the action a few more times, eliciting moans from deep within his chest.
You allowed your head to fall back so that it could dangle over your shoulders as you placed your hands on his chest for greater leverage. The only sounds you were able to produce were broken moans and whimpers.
“Oh God, yeah–use me,” Connie moaned. “Fucking use me.”
He was bringing a hasty hand down to rub circles at your clit. You hissed as he quickened his pace, tracing the tiniest of circles onto the swollen bundle of nerves.
“Please, Connie–” You gasped.
A lazy grin crept onto Connie’s face as he continued to rub at your sensitive cunt. He was well aware of the effect he had on you and your body. Part of him couldn’t help but to smile at the fact.
“You like using me, huh?” Connie questioned, his lips ghosting yours, “You like making yourself feel good?”
You nodded lazily, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. His words, the way he spoke, the way his lips moved when he talked, the way he pronunciated certain vowels and consonants, it was all too much for your poor, fucked-out brain to process. It was enough to have your abdomen tightening with desperation.
“You gonna cum?” He grinned idly, his face beading in a thin layer of sweat.
You hummed in affirmation, unable to verbally respond in the way he was probably hoping.
“Can you tell me?” He spoke breathlessly, “Tell me you’re gonna cum on me. Please– fuck .”
Obliging, you began mumbling and uttering sentences to which Connie assumed to be English. Though you sounded so good to him, the only words he could make out were you’re so fucking good and I’m cumming–fuck I’m gonna cum .
The feeling of tension began to grow in your lower stomach once again and before you knew it, you were releasing yourself all over his cock with a chain of whimpers and pleads.
“That’s it. Fuck, look at you.” He commented, his voice hoarse. “You look so pretty when you cum.” He complimented.
You blushed, cheeks growing with heat and slight embarrassment.
The two of you remained silent, chests heaving in sync as your foreheads were pressing together, all the while his cock remained tucked deep inside of you. Nothing could be heard but erratic breathing and dog-like pants coming from your mouths.
You stayed there for while, basking in the post-sex atmosphere, memorizing and stowing away the events that played out for retrieval at a later time.
With a heaving chest, Connie finally interrupted the silence, “Four, you’re a fucking pornstar.” He jested, adding to the list the two of you had created earlier. “Is there anything else I need to know about you?“ He added.
You rolled your eyes, “Oh shut up.” You responded as you punched his chest in a playful manner.
The two of you broke out in a fit of laughter, gasping and panting as you searched for the necessary oxygen to invade your airways. God , he was funny.
With that, you were forcing yourself off of him, though you had to will yourself to, and back into the passenger seat. Awkwardly, you were readjusting your skirt with the palms of your hands by smoothing down the fabric, then, you were pulling your shirt back over your head.
Connie held out a hand in your direction, hinting for you to pass him his shirt to which you obliged.
“When will I see you again?” He questioned, pulling the shirt over his head simultaneously.
You shrugged.
“Ask me on a real date, then we’ll talk.” You insisted.
Connie simply nodded, mentally noting that you’re the kind of girl that enjoys real, meaningful dates. Not to say that this wasn’t meaningful, however, next time, you’d prefer to be swept off your feet and taken to a fancy restaurant that enforces a dress code to even be considered for entry. Maybe even valet parking.
That’s not asking for a lot… is it?
“Tomorrow night then,” He spoke. “Let me take you out on a real date. Wherever you want.” He smiled, holding out his hand, palm facing upward, motioning for you to take it.
Slowly, you nodded, a reluctant grin forcing itself onto your face. You took his hand and watched as he dipped his head low enough to place a chaste kiss to the back of it, right below your knuckles.
“Fine, fine. Yes, you can take me out.” You agreed. “Only if you promise to never kiss my hand again like this is some King Prilles and Achilles shit.” You added while yanking your hand away from him before wiping it on your shirt as if you were disgusted by the gesture.
Silently, he held up a pinky and waited patiently for you to wrap yours around it. With a dramatic sigh, you wrapped your finger around his.
“I promise.” He whispered while leaning in for what you’d assume to be a kiss.
“Oh God, and don’t be so cheesy.” You fake gagged as you pushed his face away, halting the oncoming kiss.
He threw his hands up in defeat before slouching down in his seat.
“I’ll save it for tomorrow. Maybe you’ll have a change of heart after our real date.” He chimed optimistically before removing the car’s parking brake.
“Maybe.” You mumbled, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
“Maybe.” He repeated once more while reaching for his seatbelt. You followed suit and fastened yours as well as he shifted the car’s gear into drive.
Now that he’s pried enough to reach just below your surface level, the first phase if you will, he’s only determined to keep going. You’d be crazy to think he’d stop there. This was only just the beginning.
Second phase: The real date.