First Time's a Charm

First Time's a Charm

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Rachel knew there were rules about no sex on the first date, but something about Michael made her hand immediately go to her pussy, she had to have him.

Summary

Rachel knew there were rules about no sex on the first date, but something about Michael made her hand immediately go to her pussy, she had to have him.

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Submitted: September 12, 2013

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First Time's a Charm

RACHELS OUTFIT  http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=74616406

Rachel sat on her hands nervously. The guy should have been here by now. It was eight, and he was five minutes late. She chewed her lip.

"Rachel stop doing your normal, thinking too much. It's just five minutes. He'll be here." her roommate Lizzie said. Rachel nodded and rested her head against the back of the couch, and closed her eyes. God, the guy was so fucking hot. He had dark brown eyes that sparkled with mischeif when he'd looked at her, big hands, and tan skin. Rachel's mouth had watered when Lizzie suddenly introduced him to her.

"Sorry. I had no idea she was going to do this." Rachel stammered. Michael laughed, a deep laugh, one that went all the way up to her spine.

"No problem, besides...I sort of like this inconvience." he whispered. Rachel had tucked a peice of black hair behind her ear, and Michael followed the movement with his eyes.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" he asked. Rachel laughed, not out of spite, but because he was quick.

"That was quick." she said, putting the straw between her teeth, staring into his eyes. His gaze flicked down to her mouth.

"I need to be quick these days, someone else might sweep you off your feet." he said, looking out to the party Lizzie was throwing. Rachel smiled while looking at his features. Yeah, he was perfect.

"Then I guess I can't really say no can I?" she sighed, faking disintrest. He laughed.

Now it was the night of the famous date with the famous Michael, and he was late. Rachel bit her lip, just about to take off her bright blue heels when the doorbell rang. Her heart jumped straight into her throat, where a small squeak made it's way out. Lizzie, hearing this, went laughing to the door, letting Michael in. Rachel heard voices in the hallway, she quickly dapped on more of her red lipstick, and wiped the tiny bead of sweat forming at the top of her lips. She turned when she heard them coming in.

"I think maybe she's nervous." Lizzie teased. Michael stopped midway between the hallway and the livingroom, his mouth was slightly parted, and then his contenance took on a of a werid mix between concentration and wonder, his brows furrowed. Rachel let out a breath, sweeping her straight black hair behind her ear. And with that familiar motion, the motion that made her adorable and innocent to him, made Michael snap out of his trance.

He smiled slowly, and stepped forward, pushing his hands into his pockets. "I'm nervous too." he whispered, just for her. Rachel blushed under his intense gaze and stepped around him, brushing his shoulder. She felt the elctricity from his suit material, all the way to her middle. Making her stop. He grabbed her hand and put it around her his arm. Rachel was staring at his face as they exited the house, leaving Lizzie and her laughter behind.

************

Rachel sat comfortably in Michael's truck. The way he concentrated on the road, an unmoving eye, and the way he rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand (as if they'd known each other for years), made her sweat.

"You're staring." he said in an amused tone. Rachel immediatly blushed and tore her gaze away from his handsome face.

"Sorry. Liz was right, I'm kinda nervous." she said, lauging. Rachel was a litte more at ease, now that she'd stated the obvious.

"So, where are you taking me?" she asked. Michael tsked at her, repremanding her for trying to ruin the surprise. Rachel was giddy, she bit her lip every time his warm finger would brush across her knuckles. She closed her eyes, she didn't want him to think she was bored, and she hoped he would understand, since, he was nervous too. 

*************

"Rachel. We're here." Michaels voice said close to her ear. Rachel opened her eyes slowly and took in her surroundings, they were at a huge house. The front had a fountain with lights reflected on the background. She turned to Michael with a raised eyebrow. 

"I know I know. I figured that I would surprise you by making you dinner." he said, getting out of the car and opening her door. Rachel was slightly relived that he had decided to do this. Her legs were wobbly, and her desire for him had reached it's peak in that ten minute car ride out here, that she didn't know if she would be able to sit through an entire meal, in a resturant full of strangers, and contain herself. She almost came when his large hand enveloped her own. 

"I take it you can cook then?" she asked. 

"Hell yeah. Lizzie didn't tell you. I'm a chef." he said. 

Rachel looked at him in surprise. "Then my expectations are really high." 

He guided her into the house, his hand on the small of her back, laughing. 

************

Rachel groaned as she finished off her salmon. She closed her eyes marveling in it's simplicity. The seasoning was perfect, the sauce was divine, and he had coupled it with a zangy red wine that made her head fuzzy. She licked her fork, and opened her eyes to find him staring at her in amusement. 

"Was it good?" he asked, leaning back in his seat. Rachel blushed. Michael laughed, watching her as she stood, fumbling over her words. She really was beautiful. She was in his indirect group of friends, and had heard from Lizzie that she was looking for a guy. He had always heard that she was funny and sexy and smart, but not innocent. When he saw her at that party, looking completely out of place, and sipping a light gin, her innocence made the dick in his pants swell. She'd always seemed like some force she couldn't handle, like a girl who wanted everything that she shied away from. But now she was here, in his house, moaning over his food, and he just wanted to kiss her, touch her, hold her. 

"Since you cooked I can do the dishes." Rachel said. She felt a large source of heat on her back, and turned sharply, only to find herself trapped between the counter and Michaels delicious body. 

"It's fine. I got it." he whispered. 

"It doesn't seem fair..." Rachel wavered, staring at his lips. 

"You can always pay me back another way." Michael said, grasping her neck in his hands. 

"How?" Rachel mouthed, panting from desire. 

"Like this." and his mouth slanted over hers.

 

 


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