The Date
One Shot
She headed out of her front door to meet her date. In dark blue jeans a plum tank top with half lace back, a maroon light jumper over the top and finally paired with a beige cardigan and black wedges she felt comfortable and confident.
She slipped into Troy's car and they talked all the way to the restaurant. The chef came out to see what date of his would order a twelve oz steak only to find she hadn't ordered a twelve oz steak, she'd ordered a four oz burger with bacon, cheese, salad and fries.
The burger disappeared half the salad and half the fries till Troy helped with them. Dessert was passed over – she was stuffed, tired and achy with a headache brewing.
The restaurant he had taken her too was on the beach, the view was amazing and they headed to the front for a walk along the sea.
"Out of no disrespect to you Troy could you take me home I'm not feeling to hot," said Gabriella.
He could see she was a little unsteady on her feet and so helped her to the car.
She fell asleep on the drive home, he woke her when he got there to get her keys and helped her in.
"You sure you're going to be ok on your own?" asked Troy.
"I just need sleep," she answered.
She groaned as she moved.
"Are you any good at massages?" she asked.
"I'm decent," he answered. "I think."
Half an hour later.
"You call that decent," she asked.
She wasn't one to get naked on the first date. But there she was down to her underwear, on her front, on her bed as Troy manipulated her sore aching muscles.
"Not good?" he asked, raising his hands.
"Bloody heaven," she moaned.
That was Troy and Gabriella first date.
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Gabriella Somerfield