When we arrive at Olivia's apartment, I get the creeping feeling that she had planned on taking me home with her after going to the café. It's even cleaner than it was last time and there's a bouquet of fresh flowers standing on her coffee table.
"I wish I could afford an apartment like yours," I say as I sit down on her sofa.
"Let's just say my parents saved some money for my future," she says, "So... what can I get you...? Wine, water...?"
It's both adorable and comforting to see that she's apparently just as nervous as I am.
"Don't you think it's a little early for wine?", I ask.
"Oh, yeah, of course. I'll get you a glass of water," she mutters, smiling and vanishes into her kitchen, but quickly returns with a glass filled with water.
She hands it to me. I take a sip, feeling awkward. How do dates work? What am I supposed to do?
She sits down next to me, slowly moving closer towards me. She has no idea what the fuck she's doing, fuck, that's so cute.
She puts one arm around me and looks me deep in the eyes and I turn in to Jinx, the red hot potato. I've never realized how pretty her eyes are. They are a tourquise colour. I don't think I've seen this eye colour before.
"I loved our conversation last night," she whispers against my lips.
"So did I, more than you can imagine. I love how you make me forget everything and just talk to me like a normal person."
Fuck. I shouldn't have said that.
"Don't other people treat you like a normal person?"
"Well, I - I don't have a lot of friends, the only person I talk to on a regular basis is my sister, and, what can I say, we... have our differences."
"Be glad you have her," Olivia says, her eyes fixed on the floor, "My brother and parents died a few years back. We fought a lot too, but there isn't a day where I don't miss them."
I lift her chin to look her in the eyes.
"I'm so sorry...", I whisper, barely audible.
I can tell she's trying very hard not to cry. I take her face in my hands, ready to wipe away any tears that might leave her eyes. But that doesn't happen. Instead, she kisses me. She pulls me closer to her, with no intention to stop kissing me.
I run my hand down her neck, shoulder and side, let it rest on her hip. Do I take this further? Does she want me to take this further?
I feel her hand creeping under my shirt. Gently, I push her down, so she lays down with me leaning over her. I stop kissing her lips, slowly make my way down to her chest, unbuttoning her dress.
"Hey, Hannah...?"
I look up.
"I – I'm still a virgin."
"Oh."
I sit up.
A grin forms on her lips.
"Did I say stop, though?"
Is she sure? She's known me for two days, does she really want me to take her innocence? Not gonna lie, I feel... sort of honoured.
She grabs me by the neck and pulls me down, kissing me.
I continue unbuttoning her dress and then, gently, take it off of her.
Yeah, she was planning this. Her blood red bra matches her panties.
She sits up kissing my lips, then my cheeks, then my neck, gently nibbling on it. I reach around her back and open her bra. It slips off her shoulders like nothing. She takes off my jacket, and then tries to remove my shirt.
I wince. The tattoo!
"What is it?", she asks, and now that my eyes aren't closed, I can take a good look at her.
She's flawless. I mean it. I don't have words to describe her body. She's beautiful.
"My scars... I'm really insecure about them."
"But I've seen them before..."
"There's more... my arms are covered, I just... would it be weird if I left my shirt on?"
Ruining it. I'm ruining it. Fuck.
"Not at all," she says, smiling, then she leans in for another kiss.
Relieved, I lay her back down on the sofa. I nibble on her neck, her collarbone. I make my way down, slowly, trying not to miss a single inch of her. Once I've reached her panties, I come back up to kiss her lips. I move my hand between her legs and gently massage her through her panties. Her moans are so soft, I wouldn't be hearing them if my face wasn't so close to hers.
I slip my hand inside her panties. She opens my pants and pulls them down rather aggressively. Her touch between my legs is so gentle, I can barely feel it. And yet, it drives me wild.
I slip one finger inside her and she gasps in response. I try a second, but she's too tight. I make I move my finger in and out painfully slowly.
She's sunk her teeth into my neck in order to keep silent. I can feel her contracting around my finger, her little moans are getting louder, the pressure of her fingers on my clit harder, but even just the sound of her climaxing makes me get there as well.
She's panting, but one orgasm isn't enough for me. A little rougher than before, I pull down her panties, making my way down between her legs. Gently, I bite her inner thigh. She's shaking with anticipation, and it's just what I want.
I run my finger up and down between her legs, kissing and nibbling on her hips. Inch by inch, my head goes lower, until I've eventually reached her clit. I give it one, quick lick. She winces and I can't help but grin. I give it another, and another, while simultaneously penetrating her with one finger.
Her moans are no longer subtle. Her hands are buried in my hair, her back is lifting off the sofa as I make her climax a second time.
I look up. She's panting, trying to catch her breath. Her hands have let go of my hair and are now motionlessly resting on her thighs. One of the braids has come loose, the little tie has fallen to the floor. It's a beautiful picture.
I crawl up to her face and kiss her.
"I feel like I should thank you for that," she says, letting out a weak laughter.
I smile, brushing some hair out of her face.
We just lie there for a while. In silence. And I'm so happy, I could cry. Just as I lean in for another kiss, our moment is interrupted by my phone going off at what feels like full volume.
I jump up from the sofa and reach for my phone, that's in my pockets of my jeans lying on the floor. I answer the call, and before I can even say anything-
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, I'VE BEEN RINGING THE DAMN DOOR BELL FOR TEN MINUTES NOW!"
It's Vi.
"I'm – at Olivia's..."
"WELL THEN GIVE ME HER DAMN FUCKING ADDRESS, YOU HAVE A THERAPIST APPOINTMENT IN TWENTY MINUTES!"
Shit, I completely forgot about that.
I tell Vi the address, then hang up the phone and get dressed.
"I'm really sorry, I have an appointment that I completely forgot about," I say while zipping up my pants.
Olivia smiles at me.
"It's okay."
She gets up from the sofa, pulls me into a hug and kisses me.
"Text me when you get home, will you?"
"Will do," I say, smiling back.
