FIRST DATE

by Valen (valen_thyan@hotmail.com)


She sat alone. Her table was on the patio there she 
could see the cars as they pulled into the restaurant 
parking lot. She waited for him and wondered what 
to expect.

It would be their first time alone together, without a 
group of friends around.  Jane's heart raced as she 
realized what it meant to be on a real date with Eric.  
For so long, they had just been friends, and she 
wasn't sure how she should act.

She thought back to the previous week, when he'd 
asked her to dinner.  At first, she'd thought he meant 
to go with everyone.  None of them really had much 
money, so although the usual thing was to sit in 
someone's basement and drink, it wasn't so odd that 
they would all go out for pizza now and then.

But he'd said no, that wasn't what he meant, and 
turned her world upside down.

Eric wasn't a real boy, he was a friend.  She agreed 
to the date more out of panic than anything, and 
now, with her Corona sweating in the summer heat, 
she wondered if she'd made a mistake.

Jane glanced over at the clock above the restaurant 
door; seven-forty-one.  Eric was eleven minutes late 
already.  Maybe he wasn't going to show up.  
Maybe this was all some cruel practical joke they 
were playing on her.

It would be just like them to do this.  They never 
realized how mean they could be sometimes.  They 
didn't care how easily they could hurt someone.  
They took her for granted-- always quiet little Janey 
to pick on whenever they needed a cheap laugh.

With a start, she realized that she was beginning to 
hate her friends.

Chastising herself, Jane picked up the menu and 
skimmed through it, trying to divert her thoughts.

She had always hated the pressure of having to pick 
something from the menu.  After a long 
deliberation, she would finally decide on a dish, and 
by the time it arrived, she'd be convinced that 
something else would have been better.

Seven-forty-nine; shit!  She knew watching the 
clock would only drive her crazy, so she resolved to 
ignore it.

Maybe she should just leave now and save herself 
the embarrassment, she thought; it was bad enough 
that she'd shown up early-- waiting any longer 
would just make her look desperate.

But if he showed up just after she left, she would 
feel terrible.


Eric tried the engine one more time.  The charity-
case of a car complained again but finally caught.  
He had barely used the car since winter, so it didn't 
surprise him that the thing didn't want to start.

As the dash lights lit up a cheap green, the clock 
read six-fifty-- lots of time.

He turned the radio up and stretched his arm out the 
window into the fresh air.  Damn, he was feeling 
fine.

Eric had had a crush on Jane for almost nine 
months, but they'd always just been friends.  It was 
never the right time to make a move but last week 
he'd managed to work up the nerve to ask her out.  
It had almost turned to disaster.  At first, Jane had 
thought that he'd meant for everyone to go out 
together.  Maybe she had been giving him a last 
chance to save face, but he'd boldly pressed on and 
it had come as an enormous relief when she'd 
agreed.

It was so hard to tell what Jane was thinking most 
of the time.  It was frustrating, but oddly attractive.  
She had a quiet air- delicate dignity- that Eric found 
disarming and even sexy.

He was determined to dazzle her with his charms 
and show her how good a boyfriend he could be-- 
nothing could go wrong.

It was just past seven o'clock when he pulled into 
the Safeway parking lot.

Eric slowly paced back and forth in front of the 
fridge full of flowers, mulling over what would 
impress her most.  He finally settled on the classic, 
single red rose.

Back in his car, Eric headed for the restaurant.  
They'd agreed to meet on the patio of a little 
romantic Italian place on the strip.  It was too 
perfect.

He'd spent longer than planned in Safeway, and it 
was already a twenty after seven.  As long as traffic 
wasn't too bad, he should make it on time, but the 
strip could get busy on warm summer nights.  He 
hoped she wouldn't care if he were just a few 
minutes late.


Jane caught herself before she could turn to see the 
clock again; she had to stop thinking about it.  She 
took another sip of her beer and decided that she 
would definitely leave once it was empty.


Luck was not on Eric's side and he fought his way 
slowly through the meandering traffic of the strip.  
He drummed his fingers on the wheel impatiently 
while some pricks in an expensive car in front of 
him hollered at scantily clad women on the 
sidewalks.  He glanced at the time-- seven-thirty 
exactly.  He was definitely going to be late.


By the time his car pulled into the parking lot, Jane 
was quietly seething with rage.  She watched as he 
rummaged in his car for a second before stepping 
out.


Eric spotted Jane from the parking lot and bounded 
up the wooden stairs to meet her, hiding the rose 
behind his back.  He was nervous and excited for 
his first date with Jane.

He hadn't been seriously worried until he 
approached the table and saw that she wasn't 
smiling.  A lonely wedge of lemon sat in an empty 
bottle before her.

"You're late," she snapped before he could present 
the flower, or even say hello.

"Sorry, the traffic was bad, and I'm only-" he looked 
up at the clock over the restaurant door and couldn't 
find the words to finish his sentence.  His knees felt 
weak and something inside him dropped quickly 
from his throat to the pit of his stomach.

The clock read eight-thirty-three.

Eric suddenly realized the gravity of daylight saving 
time.

The time change had never seemed such a big deal 
before.  Other than bars being open an extra hour in 
the fall, it hadn't really affected his life.  He always 
walked to work in the summer and when he went 
out, someone in a nicer car usually picked him up.  
It was an understandable- if not forgivable- 
oversight.  Jane glared silently at him, and he 
supposed that she might not see it that way.  

With nothing to do, and no worthy explanation, Eric 
gave up hope.  He dropped into an empty chair and 
buried his face in his hands.  The rose fell to the 
deck and he hit a new low.


The anger that had been building in her for over an 
hour was on the edge of bursting forth, but with the 
look on Eric's face as he saw the clock, Jane's rage 
collapsed into heartbreak.  Tears welled up and ran 
down her rosy cheeks, shattering her composure.

"Why would you do this?" she sobbed at him.  
Amidst the tears, it seemed suddenly clear to her 
how deeply she cared for Eric.  That the reason 
she'd been so nervous earlier was that she wanted 
everything to be perfect- like on TV- where he'd 
arrive and sweep her off her feet, and they'd get 
married and live happily ever after.


Eric's head snapped up when she spoke and his 
woes were forgotten as he saw her tear streaked 
face and heard the disappointment in her voice.  
Nothing else seemed more important than easing 
her pain.

Springing into action, he leapt out of his seat and 
snatched the rose off the deck.  He quickly stepped 
over to her side and put a comforting arm around 
her, the flower in his other hand in front of her.

"I brought you something," he offered gently, 
squeezing her shoulders.

Jane slowly looked up at him.  His eyes were red 
and his brow was knotted with concern.  She 
sniffled and took a few deep breaths, looking back 
down at the rose.  Just as she bit back the last wave, 
a new flood of tears washed over her and she 
pressed her face against his warm chest.  The tears 
wouldn't stop and her hands came up under her chin 
to grip the front of his shirt.

"Why would you do this?" she couldn't think of 
anything else to say.

Eric's hands caressed her back and he mumbled 
something unintelligible.

"What?" her head tilted up slightly.

"I forgot to change the time in my car."

For a second Jane wasn't sure if she was laughing or 
crying.  She pulled at his shirt and cried into his 
chest, "I hate you!"

Against her face, she could feel Eric's chest jerk and 
she realized that he must be crying.

"I'm so sorry, Jane.  I never meant to hurt you- I 
wanted this to be perfect.  I messed up, I'm so sorry.  
Don't hate me-- I love you."

Calming down, Jane drew back a bit and looked 
into Eric's beautiful, watery eyes.

"I love you, too." she smiled weakly.

Time stopped as Jane's fantasy became reality.  
Their eyes were locked through a veil of tears but it 
was a moment they would both remember as one of 
the happiest of their life together.


They skipped dinner at the fancy restaurant and 
instead fed each other drive-through in a quiet park 
with the stars above winking in approval.  Jane had 
never felt as comfortable with another person as she 
did with Eric and it filled her with joy.

With her head on his chest as they laid on the grass, 
the smell of Eric's clean scent filled Jane's lungs.  
She slipped a hand under his shirt and stroked his 
smooth belly.

Leaning up on an elbow, Jane lowered her lips to 
his and they kissed deeply, tongues exploring each 
other's mouths.

It was unlike Jane to be so forward with a boy, but 
this time was different.  They were destined to be 
together and she could feel it.  Her hand dropped 
lower to the growing bulge in his pants and she 
squeezed his cock with mounting passion.

Eric's hips thrust upwards, encouraging her to 
continue and his own hand began massaging her 
breast.  Unfastening his pants, Jane repositioned 
herself to give him access to her aching pussy.

With only the slightest hesitation, Eric moved his 
hand down to the hem of her skirt and slid up the 
inside of the thigh.  Her cotton panties were already 
damp.

Jane managed to open Eric's pants enough to free 
his hard cock and she stroked it lovingly, squeezing 
just a little tighter as her fist reached the head.  She 
felt his fingers playing with her lips and it sent 
sparks up her spine to the back of her head.

It wasn't long before she could take no more and 
wanted his sweet dick to fill her.  She pulled his 
reluctant hand from between her legs and straddled 
him.  Her cunt made contact with his bare cock and 
she paused just long enough to grind into him 
before reaching down to get him in position.

With Eric's cock in place between the lips of her 
pussy, she bent to kiss him and slowly slid down.  
He was just big enough to stretch her a little without 
hurting.  It was the second snapshot-perfect moment 
for them that night as they each savoured the 
penetration in their own way.

Their lips parted and Eric had to bite the tip of his 
tongue to keep from cumming too soon.  Jane cut 
loose completely and started bouncing wildly on his 
cock.  Drunk with love for her man, the sex was a 
continuous orgasm for her.  Even after he pulled her 
face back down to his and groaned into her mouth, 
exploding in her cunt, Jane kept riding him.

It wasn't until his energy was totally spent and his 
dick was too soft that Jane stopped her motions and 
lay atop him, still enjoying the warmth of his flaccid 
cock on her pussy.  She took a few deep breaths and 
ran her fingernails lightly over his scalp.

Eyes closed and completely exhausted, Eric 
whispered softly into her hair.

Jane traced his jaw line and whispered back, "I love 
you, too."

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