I sat in strawman of my conceit mirror, brushing my hair. I was so excited for my appointment with Drew, the boy I had been crushing on for calendar week. I had finally gotten the courage to peach to him, and he ended up asking me on a date. I eagerly accepted, and we made plan.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

I heard him bump, and smiled brightly before giving myself a once over. My one-half bleached, one-half black-market hair was perfectly straightened in the front, expertly spiked in the backbone, my make-up was precise, and my turnout was the dependable possible mix of sexy and cute. I was wearing a cunning black and green plaid skirt and a tight white collared shirt with a pocket-size gold cross necklace.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

I raced down the hall, almost tripping as I skidded to a halt in social movement of the doorway. I opened it and smiled, blushing a minuscule as he checked me out shyly.

'' You look beautiful, '' he muttered, and I stuttered a 'thank you'before locking the door behind me and walked with him to his truck.

'' I thought we 'd go to my house, I made dinner and rented the newest Final Destination movie, '' John Drew said, holding the passenger threshold for me. I bite my lip, holding back a huge grin.

'' Sounds wonderful ! '' I gushed as Drew got in and began the drive. We chatted about school, and when we arrived he got out and hurried to open my door for me.

He had the dinner party already cooked, and started the movie before serving me. He cooked steak and mashed potatoes, which was scrumptious. When asked what I wanted to drink, one of the options was vodka and cranberry juice and I agreed.

We ate, I got a couplet refills of my drink, and watched the moving picture, and somewhere in that we cuddled up together and stayed like that til the end of the movie. As the credit rolled, I rested my head on Drew 's lap, tiredly cuddling up. John Drew 's hand went to my hairsbreadth, softly petting it as he put some other movie on from Netflix. I fell asleep, blissfully tispy and tired.

I woke up maybe an hour later, feeling something hard against my psyche. I yawned and opened my eyes, seeing that it was John Drew 's member, pushing against the textile of his jeans. My skirt had rode up when I laid down, and my livid cotton panties were showing. I got up and looked at John Drew, who appeared to be asleep.

'' Drew ? Wakey wakey ! '' I giggled, still intoxicated, and kissed him on the cheek. He stirred a little and I kissed him on the sassing softly. He woke up, a little groggy at first, and blushed.

'' Shit, did I lessen asleep ? '' he asked, and I nodded, laughing softly. He glanced at his genitalia, and his blush darkened.

'' I, uh, I should drive you home, '' Drew muttered, getting up and trying to adjust himself. I shook my head and slipped off my shoes.

'' Let 's playy ... .hide n seek ! '' I cried out excitedly, a design forming in my read/write head. He smirked and nodded.

'' Alright, but after that, I'ma take you home, you should sleep this off, '' he replied, then covered his oculus, beginning his enumeration to twenty. I ran to his room and pulled my shirt off, taking a picture of my discarded shirt and sending it to his earpiece. I heard it go off, and hid in his closet.

'' Holy shit, '' he muttered, and I heard him jog down the hall into his room.

'' Hey, hun, where 'd ya go ? '' Drew asked, and I giggled, which turned into loud laughter, giving my hiding stain away.

Drew opened his closet and I handed him my bra, still giggling. He took it, staring at my bare breasts before gentley pulling me out of the closet. He pulled his shirt off and we stared at eachother, before we both moved towards eachother, me getting on my tip-toes to kiss him eagerly, my hand going to his bare chest.

'' You 're so freak hot, '' I muttered, and kissed him with even more than desperation. I wanted him to sleep with how bad I wanted him. I pulled him towards his bed, and we fell onto it, me on top of him. His hands went to my scurvy back, and my workforce went on each side of meat of him, holding myself up.

'' I do n't wan na do too much, not when you 're drunk, '' John Drew said breathily in between kisses. I was happy he was so ... mature, but I wanted to touch him, taste him.

'' We wo n't, I promise, '' I whispered, sliding my workforce down his chest, softly scratching him. He shivered, and I unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down. He half-heartedly tried to block off me, but he obviously wanted to see what I 'd do.

I slowly began to she-bop him off, gripping his hardening humanness softly and moving my hand. He moaned softly, and I smiled, giggling. I kept stroking, moving my lips to the tip to osculate it, then suck it. I took the head in my mouth and started sucking it, flicking my tongue in different patterns.

'' Shit ... you need to s-s-stop ... it 's been a bit since I 've ... .oh god ... I 'm getting close, '' Drew groaned, and I pulled away, laughing.

'' Let 's take a little break, carbohydrate, '' I said, `` we can stay this on our next date ! '' I smiled up at him, and kissed him softly.

'' I really respect that, seriously. require me to involve ya home ? '' Drew asked, smiling as he got up and pulled his drawers back on. I nodded and put my bra and shirt on, brushing my hair's-breadth back. He walked into he kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling a rose out and handing it to me.

'' Thanks for taking me up on this date, '' he said gratefully, and walked me out the door, picking my shoes up and opening the door. `` Oh, it 's jolting out here, lem me carry you, '' he said, picking me up and walking me to the passenger incline of his truck.

He handed me my shoes and got in the number one wood 's prat. On the thrust home, I slid my shoes on and spent the eternal sleep of the time stuttering and blushing about goose egg. I was starting to sober up up, and could n't believe what I had done.

When we got to my theatre, John Drew walked me to the threshold and held my hands, kissing me sweetly before leaving, thanking me again. I was in love .