The guy who made me start fucking on first dates

I moved to the city for grad school a few months back and finally decided to get back out there after a massive three year breakup. I’d basically been a serial monogamist since I was a teenager, so the whole "hookup culture" thing was totally alien to me back then.

I’m on the shorter side, pretty fit from years of soccer and gym time. My drive has always been way higher than my ex could handle. My roommates eventually bullied me into downloading Hinge just to see what was out there.

That’s how I met Rob.

We’d been sending flirty texts for about two weeks because our schedules were a mess, but we finally linked up on a Thursday night at this crowded rooftop house party a friend of his was throwing. I wasn't expecting much, just some drinks and maybe a graceful exit if it was awkward lol

But the second I saw him leaning against the balcony railing, I knew I was in trouble. He had this messy dark hair, blue eyes that looked right through you, and a voice that was low and raspy in the best way possible. He was 29 and had this effortless, dry wit that kept me laughing through three very strong gin and tonics.

The chemistry was basically a physical weight in the air.

At one point, he leaned in close to hear me over the music and asked, "So, how’s the single life treating you?"

"It’s a learning curve," I told him, trying to play it cool. "Mostly just figuring out what I've been missing."

He smirked, his hand "accidentally" brushing my hip. "I’ve got a feeling we could narrow that list down tonight."

We ended up leaving the party and hitting this divey late night kind of bowling alley nearby just to get some space. He kept finding reasons to touch me, guiding me by the small of my back, whispering jokes into my ear. While I was lining up a shot, he stood right behind me, his chest pressing into my back, and I almost dropped the ball. I was already getting heavy and achey between my legs just from his proximity.

We didn't even finish the game. We ended up on a bench in the dark corner of the alley’s patio, making out like we were trying to swallow each other. He started trailing his lips down my throat, and look, neck stuff is my absolute kryptonite. I was literally arching my back, letting out these embarrassing little whimpers while people were definitely walking past us. I was embarrased, this man was making me go crazy just with kisses and that folks, that is dangerous.

"Want to get out of here?" he breathed against my skin.

Normally, I’d say no. Back then i wasn't a first date type of person. But I felt so high on the attention and the sheer heat of him that I just nodded. Ten minutes later, we were fumbling with the keys to his apartment.

The second the door shut, it was on. He pushed me back against the wall, and the clothes were gone in seconds. He took a minute to just look at me, I’m a perky A-cup, and the way his eyes widened made me feel like a literal goddess. Guess all that gym time paid off.

He hiked my legs up around his waist and carried me to the bed. I ended up pushing him back so I could take charge for a second, unzipping his jeans and finding him already rock hard. I took my time with him, using my hands and mouth until he was gripping the sheets and growling my name.

When he finally flipped me over and grabbed a condom from the nightstand, I was practically begging for it. He didn't just jump in, he teased me, sliding the tip in and out until I was a total mess. When he finally buried himself inside me, I actually gasped. It felt like he was filling every inch of me.

We went at it for what felt like hours. He had this perfect rhythm, and every time he hit that one spot, I felt dick drunk, just totally lost in it. At one point, he had me on my knees, one hand tangled in my hair and the other slapping my ass just hard enough to make me see stars. I’d never been someone who liked the rougher stuff, but with him, I couldn't get enough. I was pushing back against him, meeting every thrust, just completely feral. Not believing what I was doing on the first date. Even though I knew it was fine to do this it still felt naughty.

I ended up riding him toward the end, looking down at him while he watched me with this intense, heavy stare. He kept telling me how incredible I looked, and I’ve never felt more desired in my life. We both finished at the same time, just a sweaty, tangled mess of limbs.

I woke up the next morning at 7:00 AM, feeling like I’d run a marathon. I had to sneak out to get home and change for my shift at the cafe. Ready for the morning after walk of shame. Rob watched me get dressed with this sleepy, satisfied grin.

"I'm definitely going to need a repeat performance," he said as I headed for the door.

When I walked into work looking like a zombie, my manager asked if I stayed up late studying. I just laughed and told her I had a late night gym session.

Just as I sat down for my break, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Rob “Thinking about you on your knees. Busy Saturday?”

I think I’m in trouble.