Last year I got talking to a guy on a dating site (one I was using properly this time) and hit it off fairly well. He was good looking, liked reading, was local and really easy to talk to. We exchanged messages and text for a couple of weeks but it died down and all contact stopped. I was fine with this as I was busy at college after finally realising I wanted to go to uni. I ended up closing my account and giving up for a while. Due to some things happening at the end of the summer (a later story) I joined back onto the dating site and immediately saw this guy pop up. I thought I would play it cool and thought if he was interested then he would message me (stupid I know). Anyways, he did message me and we just jumped right back into the easy conversation and having a laugh. 24 hours later and he asked if I wanted to meet him to which I jumped at the chance. We arranged to meet a few days later.

That morning I was a mess. I couldn’t decide what to wear, I felt ill with nerves and I was scared that he was going to cancel. Or I wouldn’t recognise him and walk passed him and then be mortified. Did I wear something revealing? Something sexy? Something casual? Something quirky? ARGH!!! I ended up getting frustrated and wearing the same outfit id worn all week but put my face on and some jewellery. All was right with the world. I felt comfortable and gorgeous. Off I went to meet him. I got off the train and headed towards the place we said we would meet. I had music on to help calm me. I saw him across the room and I was relieved to recognise him and also still find him attractive. He had told me previously that when he saw me he would give me a hug. Bollocks did he! But he did tell me he had a gift for me; a Buffy the Vampire Slayer book which totally surprised me. It showed he had remembered that I love Buffy and that he was nice and kind.

After thanking him and still not believing he had bought me a book, we headed off round the city and chatted and tried to decide what to do. He dragged me into the Lego store and later would drag me into a geeky comic book place… I’ve blanked all that out! We went for some food at a restaurant he really liked and somewhere I had never been. It’s a Japanese food chain place but I enjoyed it. I didn’t know how to pronounce anything apart from Diet Coke. I didn’t even know if I liked anything on the menu and was relieved when he helped me work out what I would like. We ordered our food and carried on talking. We never had any awkward gaps, no weirdness over conversation topics. The food came and it was time to use the chop sticks. I hadn’t used chopsticks for years. He picked his up and tore them apart and began eating. I never fucking knew they tore apart! I always kept them together! I decided to just act cool and also tear mine apart. I did it wrong, I ripped them and they broke. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. He cracked up laughing which made me feel so much better about myself. I grabbed a fork and dug in hoping I wouldn’t choke on my meat.

After food we went wondering around by the water, thought the shops and eventually landed at a pub. Just as we were getting to the pub he asked me for a hug. It was the most awkward hug ever but I loved it. In a mad moment I blurted out that I didn’t want him to let go…which made him let go very quickly. I thought that was a sign that he didn’t like me. We got in to this dive of a pub which was filled with drunk old men, tartted up old women and had karaoke on. We ordered pints and sat in a dark corner. In the background some man started ‘singing’ Mustang Sally’. By singing I mean he talked it. We both fell about laughing and decided we would leave after we had finished the drinks. We went to another pub where we spent most of the day. We started to ask more personal questions and were really starting to get to know each other. Of course the topic of sex came up which kept us going a while. I couldn’t get over how gorgeous he was and how funny he was. We got on so well and I was trying to work out if he liked me.

We decided we should move on to another pub which is when I decided I needed to make it obvious in a subtle way that I liked him. I made sure my leg was touching his when we were sat down and I began to slip in contact while talking. The leg nudges and arm touches weren’t working! He was supposed to be meeting friends later that night but told me his plans had been cancelled. This was just as we were getting a train home. My stop would be before his. I started dropping massive hints about wanting to stay out hoping he would take them and ask if I wanted to carry on with the date. At the last minute he got it! We headed back to his home town and went to a tacky nightclub. We had been on this date around 10 hours by now. We were slowly getting drunk and this bar helped us along. I finally asked him if he fancied me and he finally kissed me. I was over the moon. We went back to his place and got into bed. I told him that there would be no sex; I had had enough of casual sex and wanted to wait. He was cool with it so we laid next to each other talking. We started kissing passionately, hands grabbing at each other wanting to devour. We pulled ourselves apart and said we shouldn’t keep going as we didn’t have a condom and I had explained no first night hook ups.

We were side by side facing each other breathing heavily, hands lightly touching. We sprung at each other and began kissing ferociously. I wanted his hands all over my body, I wanted to feel him pounding into my wet pussy. We pulled apart again. We tried to talk ourselves out of it again. The spark between us could have set the house on fire. We began to maul each other again. His mouth was delicious. I wanted him inside of me. I began to say’nonononononononono’ over and over and he stopped. I told him I wanted to have sex, we would risk it without the condom and I just didn’t care about waiting anymore. He asked if I was sure and I said yes. He plunged into me and we began to fuck hard and fast. I hadn’t had sex in just over a year. He was almost at a year. He pounded into me making me moan and scream like never before. I was so glad my first time after a year, and my first time with him, wasn’t shit. He fucked me from behind and spanked me. We both eventually came and collapsed in a heap. We slept.

In the morning I was mortified. I was hungover, rough, smelly. My phone was dead. I just wanted to run. He was still nice to me in the morning. He went to the loo and in those 30 seconds I jumped up, threw all my clothes on and grabbed my stuff. He came up and I told him I had to go. I was out of the house after being up less than 5 minutes. I texted him later saying I had had a good night and would be up for it again. He said he wanted to too.

That was mine and my fiancés first date.