fuck my ass on our first date?

She tilts her hips back against the edge of the mattress, fingers curling into the sheets, watching you over her shoulder with that particular look — not quite a question, not quite a dare.

First dates usually end with coffee or an awkward handshake at the door. This one ends with her pulling your hand to the small of her back, guiding, wordless, completely certain about what she wants from you tonight.

You feel the give of her, slow and deliberate, her breath catching in a sharp little gasp that tells you to stay exactly where you are.