Why is she not kissing me?!
That's all I could think of, gazing at her lips with desire while sitting on the ground outside a London movie theater where Kay and I had just shared our first date. With our bodies inches away and legs intertwined, we couldn't stop talking and playfully laughing and flirting. I've always been nervous on first dates, but Kay's flirtatious glances made it clear she wanted me just as much.
After months of online chatting and flirting, the sexual tension was so high that when I saw her from a distance for the first time, my heart skipped a beat. She was even more beautiful than her photos. A ray of pale blond sunshine, blue, cheerful cheeky eyes, and a smile that could have melted Antarctica - and me first - in one second.
Her casual attire, a stark contrast to the feminine grace of her features, made her even more attractive. A straight-cut pair of blue jeans and a loose, slightly unbuttoned, white shirt that seemed to mirror her carefree spirit. Her small, perfect-shaped bare breasts were lightly moving under that simple shirt as she walked towards me. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra; she had already told me she didn't like the feeling of it on her skin.
Watching her coming closer, my whole body tingling in anticipation, I couldn't resist undressing her with my gaze, imagining her pinky, hard nipples and bouncy breasts. The same ones I had already seen in so many photos, usually with my name written on them. Briefly, I pondered whether my name remained etched there...
I had an instant crush on that blonde beauty when I saw her photo, smiling as usual, on a dating app, so much so that I made the first move. To regret it immediately after.
Laura, what are you thinking? She is a lesbian; she will assume you want to have some experimental fun with her.
Trying to distract myself by reading a random book, I put aside the mobile and my constant anxiety.
She's never going to reply anyway, I thought.
Not even ten minutes later: "Ding!"
That notification sound made me jump on my chair, unsure whether it should make me happy or not.
"Hey Laura, thanks for the message; you look so cute, too, and I liked your profile. Are you free to chat now?! "
NOW?!
Having only been with one girl before, excited but cautious, my bold spirit was battling my shy, novice side, fearing that a single out-of-place word could ruin everything. Excitement trumped fear. I typed back swiftly, "For you, I'm always free." feeling like an idiot for my seemingly ostentatious, yet lame, reply.
Months passed before we could meet. While I was visiting my parents for the summer, she was working non-stop in London. Chatting and exchanging hot photos was the only way to keep the spark alive. The daily anticipation of what I would get from her was almost better than the surprise itself.
What amazement did she have in store today? An evocative sexual image? A sneaky preview of her fabulous breasts with my name written on them in red lipstick? Her eloquent imagination was so sultry and contagious.
My answer could have been sheer lingerie shots, provocative poses, and revealing bikini shots, usually hidden behind a rock or bush. A hint of my breasts, a panty pulled aside just right between revealing and letting her imagination run wild... Every day was a new discovery in Kay's sexy mind, and vice versa. Each image made us more intimate but also reminded us of the frustrating distance between us.
I often had to explain my sudden blush to those around me when Kay would send a photo out of the blue. Her mischievous smile, a trait I adored, accompanied her hands, busy pinching her nipples just for me. At times, she'd leave one of her shirts open, casually wearing cute socks.
Her sexiness was striking, effortlessly blending it with a dash of playful charm. An irresistible mix of brains and beauty.
Not only did we both like to tease, but we also had the same sense of humor and laughed about anything during our long phone calls. The connection went from friendly banter to quite sensual and sweet. We liked each other, and that scared both of us.
On a languid, sultry afternoon of exchanging alluring photos, our conversation took a deeper turn as Kay began to pose more intriguing queries.
"Hey baby," she started, "You're sexy, fun, and smart, and I truly like you A LOT as a person, you know that, right?"
"Of course I do! And you know I feel the same," - I replied, blushing. She had never been so strongly open about it.
"You know," she continued, "I haven't even met you, yet you're my first thought in the morning and the last at night. Do you think I'm catching the 'romance' virus or something?." She laughed to make the declaration feel less 'heavy.'
Despite her tentative try to lighten the conversation, my heart raced for excitement; one hand covered my flushed face while I pressed the other between my legs, covered by a short, flowery summer dress. Even through my panties, I could clearly feel my swollen, aroused pussy and pulsating clit. A reaction I was getting used to having often, whenever Kay would say anything even remotely sensual or romantic.
From that moment on, despite the even more daring, naughty photos, we both felt a shift in our relationship. We truly liked each other more than for a mere sexy encounter. We started counting the days until we could finally be in each other's arms.
Occasionally, we'd dream together about our first date and how we would feel. The softness of our lips touching, the passion of our tongues twisted, our breathing getting heavier... As usual, the thought of it sent incredible waves of pleasure all over my body.
My nipples hardened, and my panties would start to get wet. I always ended up sliding my finger up and down my wet slippery pussy lips, thinking of us together after our conversations. But I never told her. I knew she could take it and that she was probably doing the same, but I wanted to wait until we first met before sharing such intimate details.
My constant state of arousal and wet panties was closely connected to the feelings I was slowly but surely developing for her. One thing wouldn't have ever existed without the other.
Fast forward to our first date: NONE OF THIS WAS HAPPENING. I was dying to gently bite those lips, so much so that my shyness went to the window, as I boldly said, "You have no idea how much I want to kiss your lips right now." I blushed heavily, not used to expressing my desires in such an explicit way.
She went quiet and looked away while biting her lips. After a few seconds, she spoke. "I wanted you, THIS, since the first moment I saw you, so gorgeous and cute, waiting for me, but didn't want to overwhelm you" - she continued-
"I know how nervous you can be, so when you feel ready... I'm all yours..."
While she sweetly moved away a strand of long brown hair from my face, still biting her lips, she looked straight into my shy green-blue eyes.
At that point, my entire body was burning with the desire to kiss her passionately and put my hands on her after those killer words, "I'm all yours." I barely drink alcohol, but listening to her made me feel tipsy and unable to control myself. Again, I made the first move.