Note: this story is part two in a series about Pete and Leah meeting and beginning to explore sex. The first story in the series is entitled "Pete and Leah Connect, Begin Exploring."
Pete: That week seemed to be an eternity, as I waited for that Friday night date with Leah. When Friday evening finally came around, I could hardly contain my excitement as I drove to her parents’ house to pick her up. I’ll admit it: My cock was already rearing its head in my pants. To help me deal with my nerves, I thought I’d bring along a small bouquet of flowers, simple white daisies, to give to her mother when I met her. Maybe her parents wouldn’t suspect some of the dirty intentions I had in my head about their daughter if I presented myself as the nice, polite young man arriving at their door with flowers for the first date with their daughter.
Leah: I couldn’t wait to see Pete again. My pussy was wet for the entire week as I looked forward to that first date. Not knowing if we might have some alone time after we had dinner, or what might happen, I decided I’d wear the only really sexy pair of panties I had, a tiny lacy white pair with a sheer crotch that I had bought, hoping some day I’d have a boyfriend to show them off to, and kept hidden in the back of my dresser drawer. Just putting them on for this evening made my moist pussy tingle with anticipation.
Pete: Leah’s parents seemed nice, a bit reserved and formal. Her father did seem to be studying me as they met me at the door, trying to size me up and divine my intentions for his daughter. I hoped he had no way to see inside my head and see the x-rated clips involving Leah that were playing in my head. Leah introduced me, I politely shook hands with her father and offered the flowers to her mother, and escorted Leah to the truck. She looked and smelled absolutely amazing, so much so that I wondered how I could focus on the road and drive safely to the restaurant.
Leah: I was almost shaking with excitement as Pete walked me to his truck, opened the door, and helped me inside the truck, “accidentally” getting a feel of my ass as he got me settled on the high truck seat. After we had driven off, he turned to me and said, “These seats are so big that I can hardly see you over in that corner. How about scooting closer to me so we can talk better?” I did just that, sitting next to him as he reached an arm around my shoulder and put his cheek next to my hair, inhaling its scent. “You smell incredible,” he said, and gave me one of his winning smiles.
Pete: We got to the Red Door and the host led us to our table, but I think eating dim sum was not the first thing on Leah’s mind or mine. With her Chinese ancestry, she knows dim sum inside out and introduced me to items I had never tried before, making the selections with impressive ease from the carts as they came around. It was an amazing meal, but with the erotic energy flowing between the two of us, I could have eaten sawdust that evening and found it appetizing.
Leah: It was fun to introduce Pete to many more dim sum delicacies than the fried eggrolls and pot stickers he already knew. When the cart came around, I chose some siu mai, cheung fun, har gow, turnip cakes, cha siu bao — nothing too exotic like chicken feet, but new for Pete. He didn’t even know how to use chopsticks. It was fun to teach him to use them. That gave me a chance to get my hands on those gorgeous fingers of his, to show him how to grip the chopsticks and bring food to his mouth. I even picked up some shrimp har gow and fed them to him with my chopsticks, telling him that some of my girlfriends joked about their resemblance to testicles, and that dim sum did have a naughty subtext for some people, with its moist, sticky textures and testicular shapes. Pete said maybe that sexy subtext was why he liked it so much! Well, maybe not the ball shapes, he said, but the moist, sticky textures, which he had to admit he really craved.
Pete: We joked about how dim sum has a sexy dimension to it, and how both of us were turned on by eating it. That gave us a chance to make some hot jokes about balls and pussies, hot, sticky, moist pussies, when we weren’t using those worlds but were pretending we were “only” talking about har gow and cheung fun and siu mai. If that erotic banter had her pussy reacting as much as my cock was reacting as it tried to tear through my pants, then her panties had to have been soaked. And something told me they were.
Leah: Pete asked for the bill and paid it, and then helped me back into his truck. Then he said, “We could go for some dessert, if you like. But maybe we ate so much dim sum that you’d be interested in going to a quiet place I know where we can park and talk some more in my truck?” He had told me previously that because he shared his apartment with another student also in his philosophy of religion program, it was a bit awkward to invite me over there, where we’d be forced to talk in a tiny sitting area where his roommate might or might not be watching television. Parking and talking in the truck sounded ideal. Especially if I was right in assuming that “talking” was a code word for what really might take place as we sat in his truck….
Pete: Between Leah’s parents’ house and the dim sum restaurant there was a quiet back street next to a park. Across from the park was a construction site, so the street was very private for anyone using it to park and “talk.” I knew the street because I often jogged in that park, and in the evening, I saw cars parked along that street with couples sitting in them, couples obviously doing more than just sitting and talking. That’s where I took Leah after that first date. When we arrived, there was only one other car pulled up next to the park. As I stopped the truck, I told Leah this was like a ritual in the rural community I grew up in, for guys to park in their trucks with girls, where a couple could have private time and space to talk and get to know each other, and I hoped that would be agreeable to her.
Leah: I knew exactly what Pete meant when he talked about parking. I couldn’t have been happier with that plan. As we drove to the parking spot, I sat right next to him on the truck seat, of course, and this time, as he put his arm around my shoulder, his hand moved several times to my breast, caressing it just lightly enough that the caress might have been a mere unintended brush of the breast — when we both knew that wasn’t the case.
Pete: That week seemed to be an eternity, as I waited for that Friday night date with Leah. When Friday evening finally came around, I could hardly contain my excitement as I drove to her parents’ house to pick her up. I’ll admit it: My cock was already rearing its head in my pants. To help me deal with my nerves, I thought I’d bring along a small bouquet of flowers, simple white daisies, to give to her mother when I met her. Maybe her parents wouldn’t suspect some of the dirty intentions I had in my head about their daughter if I presented myself as the nice, polite young man arriving at their door with flowers for the first date with their daughter.
Leah: I couldn’t wait to see Pete again. My pussy was wet for the entire week as I looked forward to that first date. Not knowing if we might have some alone time after we had dinner, or what might happen, I decided I’d wear the only really sexy pair of panties I had, a tiny lacy white pair with a sheer crotch that I had bought, hoping some day I’d have a boyfriend to show them off to, and kept hidden in the back of my dresser drawer. Just putting them on for this evening made my moist pussy tingle with anticipation.
Pete: Leah’s parents seemed nice, a bit reserved and formal. Her father did seem to be studying me as they met me at the door, trying to size me up and divine my intentions for his daughter. I hoped he had no way to see inside my head and see the x-rated clips involving Leah that were playing in my head. Leah introduced me, I politely shook hands with her father and offered the flowers to her mother, and escorted Leah to the truck. She looked and smelled absolutely amazing, so much so that I wondered how I could focus on the road and drive safely to the restaurant.
Leah: I was almost shaking with excitement as Pete walked me to his truck, opened the door, and helped me inside the truck, “accidentally” getting a feel of my ass as he got me settled on the high truck seat. After we had driven off, he turned to me and said, “These seats are so big that I can hardly see you over in that corner. How about scooting closer to me so we can talk better?” I did just that, sitting next to him as he reached an arm around my shoulder and put his cheek next to my hair, inhaling its scent. “You smell incredible,” he said, and gave me one of his winning smiles.
Pete: We got to the Red Door and the host led us to our table, but I think eating dim sum was not the first thing on Leah’s mind or mine. With her Chinese ancestry, she knows dim sum inside out and introduced me to items I had never tried before, making the selections with impressive ease from the carts as they came around. It was an amazing meal, but with the erotic energy flowing between the two of us, I could have eaten sawdust that evening and found it appetizing.
Leah: It was fun to introduce Pete to many more dim sum delicacies than the fried eggrolls and pot stickers he already knew. When the cart came around, I chose some siu mai, cheung fun, har gow, turnip cakes, cha siu bao — nothing too exotic like chicken feet, but new for Pete. He didn’t even know how to use chopsticks. It was fun to teach him to use them. That gave me a chance to get my hands on those gorgeous fingers of his, to show him how to grip the chopsticks and bring food to his mouth. I even picked up some shrimp har gow and fed them to him with my chopsticks, telling him that some of my girlfriends joked about their resemblance to testicles, and that dim sum did have a naughty subtext for some people, with its moist, sticky textures and testicular shapes. Pete said maybe that sexy subtext was why he liked it so much! Well, maybe not the ball shapes, he said, but the moist, sticky textures, which he had to admit he really craved.
Pete: We joked about how dim sum has a sexy dimension to it, and how both of us were turned on by eating it. That gave us a chance to make some hot jokes about balls and pussies, hot, sticky, moist pussies, when we weren’t using those worlds but were pretending we were “only” talking about har gow and cheung fun and siu mai. If that erotic banter had her pussy reacting as much as my cock was reacting as it tried to tear through my pants, then her panties had to have been soaked. And something told me they were.
Leah: Pete asked for the bill and paid it, and then helped me back into his truck. Then he said, “We could go for some dessert, if you like. But maybe we ate so much dim sum that you’d be interested in going to a quiet place I know where we can park and talk some more in my truck?” He had told me previously that because he shared his apartment with another student also in his philosophy of religion program, it was a bit awkward to invite me over there, where we’d be forced to talk in a tiny sitting area where his roommate might or might not be watching television. Parking and talking in the truck sounded ideal. Especially if I was right in assuming that “talking” was a code word for what really might take place as we sat in his truck….
Pete: Between Leah’s parents’ house and the dim sum restaurant there was a quiet back street next to a park. Across from the park was a construction site, so the street was very private for anyone using it to park and “talk.” I knew the street because I often jogged in that park, and in the evening, I saw cars parked along that street with couples sitting in them, couples obviously doing more than just sitting and talking. That’s where I took Leah after that first date. When we arrived, there was only one other car pulled up next to the park. As I stopped the truck, I told Leah this was like a ritual in the rural community I grew up in, for guys to park in their trucks with girls, where a couple could have private time and space to talk and get to know each other, and I hoped that would be agreeable to her.
Leah: I knew exactly what Pete meant when he talked about parking. I couldn’t have been happier with that plan. As we drove to the parking spot, I sat right next to him on the truck seat, of course, and this time, as he put his arm around my shoulder, his hand moved several times to my breast, caressing it just lightly enough that the caress might have been a mere unintended brush of the breast — when we both knew that wasn’t the case.
