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“Depends on whether you’ll go with me or not tonight.”

Fuck. I looked up to him and bit my lip. Again, that was probably not the smartest move. It may have looked like I was trying to seduce him. I didn’t want to send the wrong message here!

I tried to look away, curse at myself silently, and then I looked at him one more time --

I felt him pull me in closer and before I knew it he was kissing my lips. Mmm… that tasted so good. I could taste a little of my Blue Hawaiian and his beer but it all blended so well. His tongue was a little playful for a first, surprise kiss but who the fuck cares? God, it was so damn good.

“F-fuck,” I muttered as soon as our lips parted. I looked around. The bar was too busy for anybody to mind us flirting there.

“Wow, you’ve got one hell of a kiss,” he told me. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re so sweet?”

My eyes slightly narrowed and I smiled at him. Fuck it, flirt. Have fun. Have a damn one-night stand.

“Only one,” I answered, slightly shocked that I was being truthful. “Thank you though. I was a little caught by surprise there.”

Nick laughed and hugged me closer. It felt warm and really, really damn good. He finished his beer, placed the bottle on the bar and then gave me another kiss on the temple. He was being really touchy and affectionate.

Hmm… maybe this is the kind of guy I need. Someone clingy, sweet and knows how to make me feel special.

I turned and nuzzled my nose into his neck. The smell of his skin was beginning to get intoxicating. I wanted to nibble him. I wanted to kiss him. I needed to feel him inside of me. I couldn’t stand it!

Without thinking I hopped off my seat and stood up, facing him. Quickly I began to just press my whole body against his and Nick responded by embracing me and pulling me in close. I rubbed my chest against his body and in return I felt him pressing his cock against me. Even with those jeans on, I felt he had one big package between his legs.

“Come here,” he whispered into my ear. “How ‘bout we ditch the music and the strangers and I take you in my car?”

A grin popped on my face, mostly to myself, and I nodded back at him.

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Nick opened the door and I walked out of the bar, still holding his other hand.

“Come on,” he said. I could tell his cock was rock hard and throbbing in anticipation. I giggled and followed suit.

Guys are lining up. Why didn’t I fuck those boys back in high school or college? What the fuck was I thinking back then? Dignity? Honor of my virginity?

When we reached the parking lot and his car I discovered it wasn’t a car at all. He owned a classic Volkswagen mini-van, the one that looked like the vehicle Scooby-Doo and the gang use in the old cartoons. It even had a psychedelic paint job.

That got me even more excited. There was room in there for us to really play around. I started thinking about what kind of fetishes he might have and what kind of new discovery about my own sexuality I’d discover while fucking him.

Turns out… not much.

As soon as we got in he undid his zipper, took off his shirt and had me remove all my clothes. I was there, naked and ready, but all Nick did was pound his cock into me missionary style. All he made me do was lie there with my legs spread apart and he thrust his cock in a redundant manner until he came. There was no thrill. He just plowed in and then spilled his seed all over my belly.

Boring.

Of course I didn’t make it seem boring. I did lick his cock and tried to clean it afterwards, sucking on it enthusiastically before we had to get dressed.

“Thanks,” he praised as he watched me put my blouse back on. “You’re really fucking good.”

Don’t say that, you didn’t even fuck me so much. I just smiled and said “You too.”

You know how they always joke about one-night stands getting awkward once the sex was done? Yeah, that’s how I felt right now. I didn’t know what to say and I didn’t know what else to do. We fucked. He was handsome. Despite that there was nothing exciting and I just wanted to leave.

“Uhm, hey, I got to go,” I slowly said, trying hard not to sound too excited about ditching him there. “Will I see you here again?”

“Hopefully,” he answered. “I can’t imagine having anyone else after having you.”

Wow, that was kind of sad. He was really hot for a guy his age but he was no fun at all in bed. There was just no sort of thrill or excitement. He didn’t even make me feel engorged in the moment. I just faked my orgasm so he wouldn’t feel bad about it.

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