I sat in nominal head of my vanity mirror, brushing my hair. I was so stir for my appointment with John Drew, the boy I had been crushing on for workweek. I had finally gotten the courage to talk to him, and he ended up asking me on a date. I eagerly accepted, and we made programme.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

I heard him knock, and smiled brightly before giving myself a once over. My half bleached, half black hair was perfectly straightened in the front, expertly spiked in the back, my composition was precise, and my outfit was the secure potential mix of sexy and cute. I was wearing a cute blackened and light-green plaid skirt and a plastered Stanford White collared shirt with a small amber cross necklace.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

I raced down the Radclyffe Hall, almost tripping as I skidded to a stay in front of the room access. I opened it and smiled, blushing a trivial 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 firm, I made dinner and rented the fresh net Destination movie, '' Drew said, holding the rider threshold for me. I bite my lip, holding back a vast grin.

'' Sounds fantastic ! '' 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 doorway for me.

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

We ate, I got a pair refills of my crapulence, and watched the film, and somewhere in that we cuddled up together and stayed like that til the end of the movie. As the recognition rolled, I rested my promontory on Drew 's lap, tiredly cuddling up. Drew 's paw 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 time of day later, feeling something hard against my head. I yawned and opened my eyes, seeing that it was Drew 's penis, pushing against the cloth of his dungaree. My skirt had rode up when I laid down, and my white cotton panties were showing. I got up and looked at Drew, who appeared to be asleep.

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

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

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

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

'' Alright, but after that, I'ma take you dwelling, you should slumber this off, '' he replied, then covered his eyes, beginning his tally to twenty. I ran to his room and pulled my shirt off, taking a moving-picture show of my discarded shirt and sending it to his phone. I heard it go off, and hid in his closet.

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

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

Drew opened his loo and I handed him my bra, still giggling. He took it, staring at my bare breasts before gentley pulling me out of the water 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 hands going to his bare chest.

'' You 're so freak hot, '' I muttered, and kissed him with even more desperation. I wanted him to know 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 turn down back, and my hands went on each side 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, gustation him.

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

I slowly began to jack off him off, gripping his hardening manhood softly and moving my mitt. He moaned softly, and I smiled, giggling. I kept stroking, moving my lip to the tip to snog it, then suck it. I took the head in my oral cavity and started sucking it, flicking my tongue in dissimilar approach pattern.

'' son of a bitch ... 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 petty time out, sugar, '' I said, `` we can continue this on our next date ! '' I smiled up at him, and kissed him softly.

'' I really respect that, seriously. Want me to take ya dwelling house ? '' Drew asked, smiling as he got up and pulled his pants back on. I nodded and put my bra and shirt on, brushing my pilus 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 room access, picking my skid up and opening the door. `` Oh, it 's rocky out here, lem me carry you, '' he said, picking me up and walking me to the passenger side of his truck.

He handed me my shoe and got in the device driver 's seat. On the driving force home, I slid my shoes on and spent the eternal sleep of the fourth dimension stuttering and blushing about nothing. I was starting to sober up, and could n't think what I had done.

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