EroticReverie

I curse at my phone. 

Not on the pill. 

Damnit. 

Shit.

Fuck.

I run my hand through my hair and let out a dozen more curses. I don't blame her of course, I blame both of us. I just couldnt say no. Wrong. I could have. I just didn't want to. I needed to fuck her raw, to feel all of her. Once her slick cunt had taken my cock, I was done for. I wondered how she felt about getting on the pill, because I didn't want to go from fucking her without a condom, to fucking her with one. I groaned. I was a selfish fuck. It's all her pussys fault. 

"See you later" I type back. 

I think about what to make her for our dinner. I laugh at the fact an 18 year old girl demanded I date her. Demanded it. And I let her. Fuck I was an idiot. I was drunk on her teenage pussy, and the way she acted , her sassy attitude when telling me what she expects. 

The boys tell me the party Brooklyn invited them to, is at a girls house, her parents are there, they're demanding anyone who come, stays or takes an uber home. The boys tell me they're going to stay. I tell them to call me if they need a ride or change their mind, and that Im going to the store. They dont need to know its to pick up groceries for a dinner date with the girl across their street that they both want to get into bed. They let me know they're heading over early and they'll be gone when I get back.

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I don't make anything too special. I make a vegetable lasagna, and while that cooks, I make a simple tossed salad. Just like my little across the street pretty young fuck toy requested. There's a large slice of a 8 layer chocolate cake from a local bakery to share after dinner. 

I go upstairs, I text her and let her know to be here at 7:30pm. 

It's 7:00. I shower. Making sure to jerk off quickly, so I can actually make it through the fucking meal without making HER my meal. I already shaved this morning so I leave the bit of scruff on my face and slap on some deodorant and cologne. I quickly style my hair, laughing at myself in the mirror for actually being excited to take this girl on a fucking date. Well, a date to my dining room. 

She wanted me dressed up, so that's what I'll give her. I put on black dress pants and a black dress shirt, and a black belt. I tuck my shirt in and slip on my fucking shoes. 

It's 7:35 when she rings the doorbell. 

My eyes on hers as soon as I opened the door but then my heart stopped as my eyes fell to the spaghetti strap, mid calf , red satin dress she had on. It was fucking tight, and hugging every part of her body it touched. The top of it almost fit like a corset it was so tight. Her cleavage looked fucking gorgeous. 

I swallowed hard, realizing I should've jerked off more than once in the shower. 

She stepped in, and I could smell her, a dark , musk perfume, adult. Not fruity, not sweet, but seductive. 

"You look-" We both said at the same time and laughed. 

I licked my lips placing my hand at the small of her back ushering her inside and closing the door behind her. I looked down at the strappy heels on her feet, the little diamond stud earrings in her ears, and the thinnest red satin choker that matched her dress around her neck. Her hair was down, her light waves pouring down her back, her hair pulled back, half up half down.  I smirked at the back of her head, the little red satin bow barrette that clipped her hair back. It was a touch of innocence to her otherwise, very adult, very erection inducing dress. 

"You look really good" she said finishing her sentence and turning around. 

I smiled, and shook my head. "You look.....fuck" I sigh. 

Brooklyn laughs slightly. "Yeah?" she raises an eyebrow. 

I scrub my hand over my jaw and look her up and down. 

"Jesus" I say shaking my head again and I look back up her body and to her mouth, she licks her lips. 

"I want to kiss you, but if I do...we wont make it to the dinner table" I tell her. 

She laughs. "Fair enough"

I gesture to the way of the dining room and take a moment to appreciate the way her hips and ass move, the way her calves tighten in those heels. I place my hand at the small of her back and hear a tiny gasp when she sees the dining room. I set up several candles. All real, unscented, tea lights, and candle sticks too. 

"I was kidding about the candles" she whispers. 

But I turn the light down, dimming it slightly, and see the way her eyes sparkle as she looks over all the candles. 

Her eyes flick to me. She smiles, and her lips tighten bashfully as she looks down. 

"Really making a girl feel special Carter" she says and looks back up. 

I laugh and walk over to her. "you  TOLD me to do it" I remind her. she laughs. 

She bites her lip. "Yeah, but you actually did it." she says with a smile. 

"you totally want me to be your girlfriend" she nudges me playfully with her elbow. 

My chest tightens as I inhale looking at her and she laughs. 

"I won't make a good boyfriend Brooklyn" I tell her. 

"We'll see" she winks. "I wont let you screw it up." she grins. 

"fuck it" I say and grab her and pull her to me. My hands slipping over the smooth satin of her dress, she giggles as I pull her to me, our bodies flush. I lift my hand behind her neck and lean down and kiss her. 

"mmm" she purrs against my lips, and our lips kiss again, and again, until they part and we start to lightly tongue each other, tongue tips grazing each others lips. I feel my hand slip up into her soft fucking hair, only minutes into dinner and already messing her hair up. She moans as I tug her head back gently to lift her chin and get her at the angle I want her, my face hovering over hers as we kiss. Her hands are on my sides, and I feel her fingers grip at my dress shirt. I kiss away from her mouth, to her jaw as she gasps at my warm mouth kissing her, I groan once, a frustrated growl, and place a kiss below her ear on her neck and then pull back. 

Her eyes flutter open lazily. Her eyes are overcome with lust and I wonder if whatever panties she's wearing are already wet, because I know she can tell I'm fucking hard. 

"Fuck me" she says pulling me back to her. I grin and laugh slightly, groaning at her demand. 

"We need to eat." I say. 

She shakes her head. "I'm not hungry for food." she licks her lips and I feel her frame climb against mine, her legs trying to lift in her tight little dress, I laugh against her lips as she whimpers at her struggle, as her arms wrap around my neck and she pulls me down to her. 

"You smell so good" she says, sounding drunk on my scent. 

"Mmm" I nose her hair by her ear. "You do too." 

I reach out the chair skidding across the floor as I pull it from the table, she jumps and looks down. 

I gesture to the seat with a grin. "Sit. We're going to eat." 

I take the lasagna out of the oven, setting it at the table, then set the salad down, and serve her some then myself. We sit on opposite ends. I smirk watching her squirm in her seat as she forks a bit of the salad and eats it. 

"something wrong?" I ask and she looks at me, still chewing and shake her head, swallows. 

"No why?" she her brows pinch. 

"you're squirming in your seat" I say with a grin. 

"Because I'm fucking horny Cole." she narrows her eyes at me knowing im teasing her. 

I grin and take a sip of my water. 

After salad , we eat the lasagna. We talk about my job, I ask her about school, we talk about the neighborhood and also the neighbors. 

"Speaking of..." I say. 

"No more window shows." I set my fork down. 

Her eyes pop open at the abrupt subject change, then laughs slightly.

"If you're mine. You are for my eyes only." I say resting my elbow on the table, clasping my hands together and resting my chin on them giving her a serious glare. 

"Yes sir" she says playfully and grins. 

"I mean it." I say. 

She grins. "I know." she lifts her hand as if swearing in court.

"I swear that the neighbors wont get free shows anymore" she smiles.

"Nobody. Not just the neighbors." I say.

She nods with a smile. "Nobody. Promise." 

I nod. 

"Do you want dessert?" I ask her. 

She shakes her head. "Not right now." she pats her stomach. 

"Movie?" I ask. 

She shakes her head and gets up. She walks over, and grabs my hands pulling me out of my seat. 

I raise my brow. She smiles. 

"I want to slow dance." she says and see the giddy smile on her face. 

I laugh and nod and almost feel as giddy as she looks and I watch her turn, and she bends down, undoing the strap of her shoe, taking one off and then the other. 

"Alexa" she says into the speaker, while looking at me as she kicks her shoes under the table at the side of the dining room,  "Play Fade Into You, by Mazzy Star" she says. My eyes widen. I know the song. She smiles as it starts to play. 

"Alexa, turn up." she says as she walks over to me and I look down at her, selfishly preferring when she's her barefoot height. I slip my hands onto the waist of her dress. She lifts her hands to my neck , and the woman starts to sing.

"You know, I've never been on a date?" she says as we move slowly, in a circle. 

I raise my brow. "Really?"

"What about the boys I saw you with?" I ask. 

She laughs slightly. "No. They were...just....for fun." she says. 

"So, your boyfriends never took you on a date?" I ask. 

"Never had a boyfriend..unless you count Timothy in kindergarten . It ended tragically when I found out he had 4 other girlfriends" she laughs, and I hold her closer.

"So no boyfriend ever?" I ask. She shakes her head. 

"Why?" I ask curiously, not judging. 

"Because I dont see the point in dating someone that I'm not crazy for." she says. 

"So, you're crazy for me?" I tease her.

"Mm" she nods. "Something like that." she teases back. 

"I never wanted to make something mine so bad before." she smiles. 

I sigh. "Ditto."

she giggles and then stands on her tip toes to reach for my mouth with hers, and I lower my chin and my mouth, and I kiss her. 

"Is this an okay first date?" I ask against her mouth and kiss her against softly as she nods. 

"It's perfect." she whispers and her lips brush mine and then she smiles pulling back slightly, and I smile. She tucks her head under my chin and lays her head on my chest as her arms slip around my torso, her palms at my back as I wrap my arms around her, and kiss the top of her head. 

Part of me feels bad that her first date is with a 40 year old man. Part of me feels strangely special that she chose me to give me her first date. Part of me finds her more irresistible like this, soft, not radiating sex pot vibes. Not that I mind them. 

"Alexa, play it again" she says when the song comes to an end. I laugh slightly and she keeps her head to my chest as we turn slowly in circles on the hardwood floor of my dining room. 

We dance to the second play silently, and I slide my hands up and down her back , gliding them over her dress, resting my hands in different spots.

"this is nice" I say quietly.

"Mm" she agrees quietly. 

I kiss the top of her head again and she lifts her head from my chest and I smile at her as she looks up at me with a small smile and I lean down, and let my lips kiss hers softly. I'm wondering if I ever felt like this with Katie, my ex wife. I don't remember if I ever wanted every single part of her like I want Brooklyn. I don't know if my heart ever beat this fast just from holding Katie. I feel guilty, like I dont deserve Brooklyn, shes too young. Isn't she? I pull her tighter, as if my own arguing thoughts can pull her from me. 

"you're a fucking  dream" I whisper against her mouth.

she smiles and shakes her head slightly. 

"no, I'm real." she says. 

The song ends and I grab her hand and give her a little twirl , once. She laughs and I pull her back to me. 

"now what? What do we next on your perfect first date?" I ask. 

"We go bowling." she says. I laugh.

"What?" i say in disbelief. She nods. 

"Bowling." she says, she grabs my hand, and pulls me to my living room, and points to the wii system set up by the tv. I laugh at the one game I have. Which came with the system I bought for the boys to have at the house along with a play station. 

"wii sports" she says and smiles, letting go of my hand and walking to the tv, she turns it on. 

I sit on the couch behind her, watching her as she sets it up, and she gets to go first. I watch her take the remote swing it back and then forward, and watch her get a gutter ball. 

"Your remote must be broken" she says jokingly. 

I laugh, leaning back and watch her take her next one. Another gutter ball.

"Ouch" I say teasing her. 

She looks over her shoulder. Her chin resting on it as she glares. And I smile looking at her, playing wii bowling, in that ridiculously tight dress, and it somehow just makes her even hotter. 

"Your turn" she says and turns holding out the remote.

I inhale deeply, and her chest rises too, sensing the energy coming from me. Needing her.. Wanting her. 

I lower my chin slightly, looking at her, my jaw ticking, trying to control myself. 

"Come here."