Chapter 4

“Tell me where we’re going to, please” I begged.

“How will it be a surprise if I tell you now?” Caleb asked.

“Okay just a hint”

“Dress to kill”

“I told you if it’s an occasion, I pass,” I said.

“It’s not, just us both” he replied.

“Okay”

Caleb was the guy from the library. Apparently, he was a graduate who actually came to check out something in school that day. He worked as a data analyst at a company in Wyvern. We had been talking for over a week, and he seemed like a cool person. He had invited me out on a date, and I was preparing to go out on the date but was still confused as to where we were going.

I decided to wear my short black bodycon dress and nude heels. The nude heels made my long legs look like they went for days and the dress hugged my body, accentuated my hips, and pushed almost half my breasts out. I didn’t like putting on makeup, thank God for my smooth light brown skin, but I put on a little foundation and nude lipstick.

He came and picked me up around 7 p.m. in his car. He wore light brown pants and a cream-white cardigan, with a pair of white shoes. He looked really good in it. He took me to a really good-looking outdoor restaurant. I loved that it was outdoors because I was beginning to sweat from just thinking about what would happen next.

The restaurant’s roof was made up of black planks crossing over each other, and bright bulbs hanging from every interception. There were no doors, so the whole space was open. The tables were round and most could sit four people at a time, but we sat on one that sat two people. In my head, I was just thankful that I wasn’t overdressed, or underdressed because everyone here was actually dressed in fancy attire.

Dinner was good, I went for my safe option as usual, chicken and chips. They brought me a plate of seasoned chicken and chips, with vegetables and onions on it, and a bowl of sauce. We discussed random things like entertainment and found out we shared a common idea of sports.

When we were done, he paid the bills and we headed out.

“The night is still young” he reported. I checked my phone, and it was 10 p.m.

“Actually, it’s not,” I said.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” he asked me.

“Nothing actually. I told you about that job online right, it’s self-paced, and payment is pay hour” I answered.

“When do you start?” he asked again.

“Next week” I replied.

“Then come to my place, I want to show you something,” he said.

“What do you want to show me?”

“You don’t like surprises, do you?”

“I do, but I just love asking about it anyway” I replied.

He smiled at me. He looked so refreshing and charming.

I followed him to his house, because he seemed safe, and I was actually hoping for more. I hadn’t had any action in weeks, and being this close to an attractive boy was killing me. Not to mention my roommate and his girlfriend giving me sleepless nights with her moans every night.

When we got to his place, he opened his door with a card. He lived in a two-room apartment that wasn’t bad at all.

I sat down on a couch, and he brought wine.

“Is this what you wanted to show me?” I asked.

“Have some wine first” he replied.

“Don’t your feet hurt?” he asked, as he bent down to take off my heels. Actually, they didn’t hurt, but I loved the physical touch.  

“Thank you,” I said when he took them off. He sat down beside me.

“Can I tell you something and you promise not to be angry?” he asked me.

“Go ahead”

“I don’t have anything to show, I just brought you here because I love your company” he confessed.

“Ohh really,” I said.

“You promised not to be angry,” he said.

“I’m not” I wasn’t angry, part of me already knew why he brought me here, and I wanted to come too. We had the same aim.

“Really?” he asked.

“For real,” I replied with a smile. At that moment, I was not thinking of any dangers, the fact that he could be a serial killer or might have had any other reason to bring me to his place escaped my mind. All I could think about was satisfying my already wet pussy. He just needed to touch me once, and I would come.

“Thank you,” he said, sitting down on the couch, next to me.

“Welcome”

He turned around and folded one leg on the couch, facing me. Growing bold, I turned around so we were facing each other.

“I know we’ve been talking for over a week now, but tell me one thing about yourself that you haven’t told me,” he said.

“I think I’ve told you everything about myself. I’m an open book” I replied, sipping my wine.

“Open book?”

“Yes, ask me anything” I encouraged.

“When was the last time you had sex?” he asked, without hesitation.

“Two weeks ago” I replied, smiling at him. The unreadable expression on his face didn’t change.

“With whom?” he asked again, crunching his eyes a little, but still looking in my eyes. I looked down, that wasn’t something I wanted to talk about.

“How ab… “I began to say, but he held my face up.

“Look at me when talking,” he said.

That touch alone sent shivers all over my body, I could feel how wet I was, and my pussy throbbing hard inside my G-string.

“When was the last time you had sex, Caleb?” I asked, wanting to move from myself.

He smiled at me, “You sure you want to know?” he asked.

“Never mind,” I replied. Trying to distract myself, because I could feel how hot I was, I looked around his living.

“Your house looks good” I commented.

“Thank you” he replied, staring at me, “I try”.

We were quiet for a while, and even a numb person could feel the sexual tension in the room. I decided to break it, by asking about his work.

“So” I began to say, but he held my face and shut me up with a kiss. It was a passionate and mouthwatering kiss. His lips filled mine, and while his tongue played with my tongue, I felt dizzy and the throbbing between my legs got even worse. But I couldn’t be the one to push it further; I needed him to take the lead.

As if reading my mind, I felt his hand going close to my breast, and then he stopped and looked at me.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, looking into my eyes. I shook my head yes.

“I need words, baby,” he said like he was out of breath.  

“It’s okay”. Almost immediately he was on me, laying me down on the couch, playing with my nipples, while he kissed the hell out of my lips, making love to them and causing me to beg for more, even as I felt out of breath. I couldn’t speak, so I looked him in the eyes, I had to make him understand I needed more.

His hand left my right breast and traveled down my belly, as he played for some time with my navel, I felt like I was going to come before he actually fucked me. After playing with my navel, his hand traveled down until it stopped at the entrance of my pussy, and he stopped and took a long breath.

“Fuck” I screamed and lifted up my body when he inserted his middle finger in me.

“You like that?” he stopped and asked.

“Don’t stop” I panted, as I held his hand and started moving it, it felt too good. While he fucked me with his middle finger, he used his thumb to finger my clit, and sucked my nipples one at a time. Within seconds I was coming, I felt like I was breaking some bones in my body, with how intense the vibrations came in. I felt like an eternity before I calmed down and lay completely on the couch. I felt weak, breathing heavily as I struggled to open my eyes.

When I finally did, Caleb was staring down at me, smiling. That suddenly made me shy, and I tried to put my dress back in place, but he stopped me “Don’t,” he said as he held my hand.

He started giving me slow kisses again, and I could feel how horny I was still, but I was weak; I needed a minute.

“Can I get some water?” I asked him.

“Sure”.

He came back with a glass of water, and while I drank, he played with my breasts.

“Give me five minutes, please”.