Chapter Four
Staying true to my word, the first date I took Tim on was a public one. Even though the farm ran seven days a week, Sam was a fair boss who had all the farmhands on a rotating roster. So, with my monthly weekend off landing only days after asking Timmy out, it made sense to make use of it properly.
I picked him up around ten in the morning, blushing my way through his mother’s amusement and his dad’s stern stare, and we climbed into my beaten-up old truck and set off towards a nearby town.
Our town was a mite too small to enjoy a real date, but an hour’s drive saw us pull into a bustling main street with at least twice the offerings of Shifters Sanctuary.
It even had a tiny movie theatre. It was one screen only, but that didn’t bother either of us.
We chatted and flirted during the drive there. It was nice to see Tim loosening up a bit, even though he still blushed and got self-conscious and coy with me. I hoped he’d never really stop doing that. It was adorable.
He was adorable.
“Is it sad that I haven’t been to an actual movie in years?” he asked as we climbed out of the truck and meandered onto the sidewalk.
I reached for his hand and, predictably, his cheeks turned pink as he slid his much smaller palm against mine.
We probably looked ridiculous together with how petite he was against my bulk, especially when I towered over him like I did, but I liked it.
He was my sweet little fox, and my inner bear enjoyed being so much larger.
“I haven’t been in years, either,” I admitted, strolling towards the small ticket stand in front of the tiny lobby.
The building itself was sandwiched between two others, giving it a real old-world, small-town kind of vibe. Which, considering we were in the middle of Bumfuck, Iowa, wasn’t far off the mark.
There was a gaggle of teenagers milling about the lobby, which made sense because we were seeing the matinee screening of the latest superhero flick, but they paid us no mind after we collected our tickets and headed towards the concession stand.
The enticing scent of fresh, buttery popcorn called to me and made my stomach rumble, earning a bubble of laughter from my date.
“I have missed this smell, though,” he sniffed the air. “Nothing beats it.”
His sweet omega scent, paired with his bright fox shifter scent, certainly outranked popcorn in my head, but I wasn’t ready to start saying sappy shit like that just yet. At least, not on our first date.
“The smell is so much nicer than the experience of eating it, though. Not that that ever stops me,” I rubbed my belly pointedly, making him giggle again.
We held hands through the movie, then ate a late lunch at a nearby burger joint. I was amused to see him practically inhale the burger and fries he’d ordered.
“Flu finally fading?” I asked, and he nodded, slumping back against the vinyl of the booth seat with a happy little sigh.
“Yeah, thankfully. And today I’m starving. It’s like my body has realized it can have food again and is overcompensating.”
“Well, I’m just glad you’re feelin’ better. I’m happy to feed you whenever and whatever you’d like.” My alpha agreed wholeheartedly, taking a sense of pride in being able to provide for his omega.
And ugh. How many times did I have to try and explain to my inner beast that Tim wasn’t ours?
Unaware of my thoughts, Tim’s cheeks turned rosy. He dipped his chin. “I like that,” he said shyly. “Today has been fun.”
I preened. I’d never really been much of a dater before; my history was more casual hookups. But Tim was different. Special. He deserved to be wooed and romanced. “It has,” I agreed. “Does that mean I can take you out again?”
His blinding smile warmed my insides. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
Unable to help myself, I leaned over the tiny metal table, careful not to knock our drinks over or get food on my shirt. “Can I kiss you?” I asked gently, not wanting to spook him, while my alpha demanded that I make my move and claim his lips with my own.
Even the tips of his ears turned pink, but he nodded, breathing, “Please,” into the scant space between us.
I pressed my lips to his softly, feeling everything inside me light up with pleasure and a mild sense of déjà vu. My bear roared his approval, the overwhelming ‘rightness’ of this moment flooding me with endorphins.
It wasn’t even a sensual kiss, nor was it particularly drawn-out. It was short and sweet, just a tender brush of skin on skin, the slightest of tastes of his mouth on mine.
Timmy sighed and melted into it, making me regret pulling back and sitting back down in my seat.
“Wow,” he said, looking dazed.
I grinned, my heart racing as if we’d just made out fiercely. “Yeah,” I agreed.
His expression turned coy, his blush starting to fade as a spark of newfound confidence seemed to take hold, making him playful. “You’re definitely taking me out again.”
If my alpha had his way, I’d never let my cute little fox go.
During our drive home after our first date —having parked down the street from Tim’s house and made out like teenagers for a few minutes, turning the sparks from that first sweet kiss into something much more like a blazing fire— he quietly told me he was a virgin.
I’d suspected as much, but it wasn’t difficult to assure him we had all the time in the world.
My alpha wanted him, but even he was content to wait until the time was right.
We were in agreement that Tim would set the pace, even if having him in my arms ignited a whole lot of sexy fantasies.
But he was special, and I wanted him to understand how much I respected him and his body.
That wasn’t to say we didn’t push boundaries during our dates, though.
Our make-out sessions were hot and heavy, oftentimes leading to Tim straddling my lap as we kissed, rubbing our cocks together through our jeans until one or both of us came.
As weeks went by, he became increasingly insatiable, but he still wasn’t ready to do more than frot, and I wasn’t ever going to push him.
It all led to my dreams and fantasies becoming progressively more vivid, though.
I supposed that wasn’t unexpected, considering the last time I’d had sex was at the summer Unlocking party.
The one where my alpha had been unlocked.
I didn’t remember much from the night, outside of finding myself in a blackened room with a random beta, but the dreams I’d had since were beginning to change the vague beta from my memories to Tim.
From what little I did recall —being strung out on a synthetic rut and blindfolded as per the party’s silly rules— the beta I’d been with had used a ridiculous amount of lube.
Now it wasn’t difficult to imagine it was Tim’s slick, instead.
To imagine the slender waist I’d held belonged to my sweet fox omega.
To fantasize that I’d been able to mate him, rather than pull out after my knot had begun to pop following my orgasm.
So, my dreams morphed the heavily-lubed-up beta into a slick-dripping omega. While I couldn’t remember the sounds the beta had made, I dreamed of Tim whimpering and crying out in ecstasy. That was also easy to do, seeing as I’d watched him unravel in my lap several times by this point.
But, despite the dreams and my growing infatuation, and despite Tim’s youthful appetite to make out and get off at every possible opportunity, we spent time really getting to know each other, too.
I told him about my childhood and my travels since my teens, and he shared his experiences growing up sheltered and adored by his parents.
Even though our lived experiences couldn’t be further apart, we bonded over our differences.
It was nice to get his perspective, and when we debated some of the bigger picture issues in the world, he opened my eyes to alternative thoughts. In turn, I did the same for him.
I always looked forward to our dates. Tim made me laugh. I felt complete when we were together. I’d given up on correcting my alpha on his insistence that Tim was ours. Mine. (Whatever.)
It was hard to argue against the instinct when I was falling head over heels for my boyfriend.
“Mmm,” he rocked against me, exhaling puffs of air into my mouth as we parted our lips to breathe.
We’d had a relaxing picnic, watching the sunset and feeding each other various fruits, sandwiches, and chocolates. As the sky darkened, we took to cuddling together under blankets in the bed of my old pick-up truck, chatting quietly about random topics as stars began to blink into existence.
Then his lips had trailed over my shoulder and up my neck, and it wasn’t long before I had a lapful of my sweet omega; one of my absolute favorite things in the world by that stage.
My hands kneaded at the small, perfectly rounded globes of his ass. “That’s it, baby,” I urged. “You feel so good like this.”
“Yes. Your cock feels huge.”
I chuckled, nuzzling my nose against his. “It’s not that impressive, but you’re good for a man’s ego, darlin’.”
“I want…” he pulled back and swallowed, then looked earnest and vulnerable as he asked, “Can I see it? Touch it? Suck it?”
My cock liked those ideas very much, doing his best to make a bid for freedom through the thick denim I wore. I groaned. “I’d like that, baby. But you don’t hav—oh, God.”
Tim wasted no time, shuffling back on my thighs and lowering my zipper. Just feeling his touch right where I needed him instantly had me about ready to explode.
Which one of us was the virgin?
I felt like everything was brand new again when I was with Tim.
He only hesitated for a moment before tugging the cotton of my boxer briefs down, exposing my aching, leaking dick to the cool night air. I watched his face as he looked down, enjoying the way his skin flushed in the moonlight and the way his tongue darted out to moisten his kiss-swollen lips.
When I felt his hand close around my shaft, I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation of my mate’s tentative stroking.