September 11, 2021 #2
Dash is a handsome guy; he looked like the most wholesome guy you’d ever want to meet.
He’s about 5’10, clean-cut, no tattoos, good manners, and always smiling.
He even had one dimple when he smiled that I thought was adorable.
But unlike Corey, his safety wasn’t boring.
He was amazing in conversation and very cultured.
I could make jokes that he understood, and we liked a lot of the same things.
The only downfall with him was that I had definitely friend-zoned him. He felt like a good time, but nothing more. This was our third date, and it always felt like two friends shooting the shit. I don’t know if he could be a romantic interest, and I don’t think I want to know.
“Don’t sit down. We’re going to the kitchen.” He said.
I raised my eyebrows and then looked at him. He laughed. I am not the person to be in anyone’s kitchen. I have about ten recipes that can ‘wow’ you, but after that it was downhill.
“Dash.”
“Come on…” He insisted, disregarding my hesitation and still grabbing me by my hand to go to the back of the restaurant.
When we made it back there. Everything was spotless. There were gadgets everywhere, and I didn’t know what they were used for or why.
When it all boiled down, he said that we were going to cook our own dinner.
He gave me an apron and a hat and told me to put them on.
Then said he was going to guide me into making a three-course meal.
I wanted to give him so much pushback on it.
I wanted to tell him that I don’t come on dates to do manual labor.
But I thought it was a super creative, very thoughtful moment, and I like a man I could learn from.
So, I bit my tongue and then let him guide me.
“Cut these for me,” he said as he pushed some bell peppers and scallions toward me.
I didn’t object; I just started cutting them.
“Don’t hold it like that; that’s how you get cut. Hold it like this.” He said while he showed me how to properly hold the knife.
“I’m a lefty; I cannot do that.” I joked.
He abandoned his task, then came up behind me and guided me. He was close, way closer than he’d ever been. My butt was pressed against his front, and there was no mistaking the reaction that he had to it.
Then he kissed my exposed shoulder and went back to his task.
“You got it?” He asked.
“No.” I teased. We both erupted into laughter.
Once the food was in the oven and cooking, he went to dessert. He moved around the kitchen with ease, giving directions and showing me how to whip the ingredients.
“For a beginner, you have to taste the batter. Once you’ve done it, it’ll just come naturally.” He coached.
I grabbed the spoon, shook a little on my fingertip, and tasted it.
“Ohhh, that’s good, but I’m not a chef. You taste it.” I offered as I extended the spoon toward him.
He declined to take it. “I want to taste it off you.” He said.
For a second, our energy was charged in a way it had never been before. Here I was saying that I didn’t want to go past the friend zone, but he was making me reconsider.
I leaned against the counter, took the batter, rubbed it on the top of my breast, then looked back at him.
The ball was in his court. He placed his hands on either side of me and then leaned down and licked it clean.
He didn’t stop there, though. His kiss went from the top of my breast to the center of my cleavage.
His tongue slid slowly between both my breasts.
Then he came back up and grabbed my hips and sucked on my neck.
I moaned and then pushed him away.
“How did the batter taste, Dash?” I asked, refocusing him.
But he didn’t let me.
“Good.” He leaned back in and kissed the top of my breast. At that moment, the batter was the last thing on my mind. I guided him lower, and he bit my nipple through the lace material of my shirt.
I hissed when he freed my nipple and pulled it between his teeth. There was another counter behind us, and he lifted my leg and put it on that. His body pressed against my middle, dick hard as he grinded against me.
“Dash.” I panted as I reached between us and rubbed his erection through his pants.
“Hmm?” He asked.
“Stop teasing me,” I warned him.
He stepped back, started to undo his belt, then his pants. He undid the button of my jeans as well, and I didn’t stop him. Instead, when they pooled around my heels, I stepped out of them. Leaving me completely exposed from the waist down in only my shirt and my heels.
I didn’t stop what I knew was bound to happen. I watched in anticipation, leg still up on the counter as I stuck my finger into his mouth. With that same hand, I began to play with my pussy. I could see the rise and fall of his chest as he undressed as well.
I threw my head back, the feeling of my own hands on my body doing everything I needed them to do in that moment.
He watched for a second and grabbed himself through the material of his pants, then he freed his dick. His dick was average size, not too big, not too small.
Then went into his pocket and pulled out a condom, tore the wrapper, and slid it down his shaft. I shifted a little more, allowing him better access. He pushed my hand and then teased my opening by dragging his dick up and down my entrance. I moaned and threw my head back.
Dash eased his dick inside me and then fucked me like we were enemies. He surprised me; there was nothing wholesome about this. It was rough and intense. I had to struggle to keep my footing in the heels that I was wearing.
The sound of the meat cooking in the oven and our panting and moaning filled the kitchen.
His face was buried in my neck, and I scratched at his back.
This was fucking. We fucked. There was no intimacy, no kissing, no softness, and no sensuality.
Just our bodies and tension. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Oh fuck!” I panted as I reached backward and tried to grab onto something to no avail.
“I got you.” He assured me as he continued to fuck me into an orgasm.
After I announced that I was cumming he came right after.
There was something so sexy about the feeling of it.
The way his dick swelled and pulsated inside of me.
He fell against me, and we tried to catch our breaths.
Once his breathing regulated, he pulled out of me and put the condom and his dick back into his pants.
“Let me go to the bathroom real quick.” He said as he fixed his clothing so he could discard it properly.
Fine time to be sanitary, I thought to myself. I don’t know the food safety codes, but I knew what we had just done had to be in violation of a couple. I laughed at myself as I pulled my pants up and fixed my hair.
Dash came back to the kitchen just as the oven timer went off. Then I left to wash my hands and fix myself as well.
When I came back, he was putting the dessert in the oven and plating the food.
“You good?” he asked as I walked back in.
“Perfect.” I smiled.
“Come on, I’ll set a timer for the dessert, and we can go eat and talk.” He said, as he carried both plates, so I held the door open for him.
The food was good, and the conversation was even better. We laughed and joked the night away, and I was actually glad that I had accepted his invitation.
When the night was over and it was time to go, I got up to leave, and he walked me to the door.
“Thank you for dinner,” I said as I reached up to hug him.
“Anytime, I want to see you again.” He said as we embraced and his hands cupped my butt.
“Of course.”
I pushed the door open and greeted Big A, who was still standing outside after all this time.
On the way home, I snickered to myself for half the ride.
My life is really like a movie. I fucked that man in the kitchen of his restaurant, and I still didn’t think of him as more than a friend.
It wasn’t bad, but nothing about it told my spirit that I needed to fuck him again.
Not every interview gets a call back. This was the type of shit that I simply could not make up.
I already know Tyra is going to ask me how it went in the morning, thinking that I was going to tell her I had the night of my life. I had an earful for her. I’m going to bed.
Still in the friend zone,
The Heaux