thedate ff sexless romance You met her at a party on Saturday. She was standing next to a friend of yours as you walked in, and you noticed her immediately. You had to go and talk to your friend, just to hear her voice, find out her name. You have never done anything like this before, felt like this before, felt so lost in front of another person. She smiles at you and you are lost. You spend the whole night flirting with her, and she flirting with you. You feel a little ashamed, but no, never, not with her. She makes your cheeks glow, your heart warm, your body feel alive. No other person has done this to you, especially a woman. You want her. As the party starts to break up, she offers to drive you home, as the guy who brought you (and who was supposed to be your date) has disappeared with another friend of yours. In the car, you keep talking and she asks if you want to go to her place, a couple of short blocks from your apartment, and have some tea and wind down. You accept, feeling very nervous and excited at the same time. But you feel safer with her than with any guy you have ever been with. Her apartment is very comfortable. She is a couple of years older, a grad student, and she has a good job at the university you both attend to help make ends meet. You talk about men, cars, food, tea, beds, furniture, marriage, kids...it is very much like a first date. You are beginning to relax...and then the conversation turns to sex. She is encouraging you to share your experiences, and she is spilling hers onto the table for you to see. The date rape in first year; the great guy she dated for 2 years who was a dead fish; the exciting two week fling with a stranger in Barbados; the abortion 2 years ago; she hides nothing from you. You share yourself as well, telling her everything. Losing your virginity with a guy who was inexperienced; waking up one morning next to someone you don't remember; the constant insanity of your close friend, whose fantasies always arouse you; and others.... And then she asks, "Have you ever thought about...you know...trying it with another woman?" Your mouth goes dry. You stare at her and you get very nervous. You say that you have to go...you get up, look into her eyes as you leave. You are still very nervous, shaky as you stand, you ask to use the bathroom...the beer has finally done its work. You come out and put your boots one. She asks if you are all right; you say you're fine, just very tired, and your bed is really calling you. Coat's on, gloves on, thankfully the sweater hid your nipples as the hardened when she asked the question. At the door, nearly gone, you turn and kiss her, on the mouth, with more passion that you have allowed yourself with any man. She kisses you back, and for 5 minutes, the two of you stand in the doorway, holding each other close, necking. You break off the kiss and make your way to the elevator. She stands in the doorway to her apartment as you walk down the hall. She is staring at you. She doesn't know that you left a card with your phone number on it on the mirror in the bathroom...she'll find it...she'll know....she'll come... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ It is now Monday afternoon, late. The sun has gone down and the winter chill is definitely in the air. You are running back from class, up the stairs of your res dorm. You haven't been able to stop thinking about Saturday night, about her. You hear your roommates, and wonder if any of them have ever experienced what you have been feeling. You slide your key into the lock and enter your room. Before you turn on the light, you see the red light, flashing. You smile. Her message says that she hasn't been able to get you out of her mind. She asks you to call her. You do, and melt slowly when you hear her voice. You chat idly to one another, then you suggest dinner. She asks when, and you say tomorrow night. You hear her flip through her calendar and then you hear the magic words: "Sure; I'd love to." You set a time and a restaurant you know near the university, right between your two apartments. You begin to prepare, after a couple of hours of studying. You fall exhausted into your bed around 1 am, smiling. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ You meet her at a small bistro. It is a dimly lit place, and you sit in a back corner, waiting for her. She arrives, spots you and walks across the reataurant to join you. Dressed in warm tights, docs, a turtleneckm flannel shirt and a big sweater under her arm, she looks the part of the fashionable student. She slides into the booth beside you and you embrace, like old friends. The people beside you can't see that you rub the inside of her thighs with your leg; you hear a gasp in your ear. Dinner goes well. The conversation is slow and nervous at first, but warms up, especially as the wine begins to hit. Through dinner, you go through 1.5 litres between you. THe giggling starts as dessert arrives, and you are both lightly touching each other all over, in a very personal way, but no one is close enough to notice. You leave the restaurant, laughing and telling stories, smiling. You stand outside, look at her, and ask if she wants to come up and see your "hovel". She hesitates for a second, but, emboldened by the wine, she says yes. You walk back toward the campuse, as a light snow falls. You walk through a wooded area, with dark alcoves. About halfway along the trail, she pulls you into one and pulls you close. You feel her tongue in your ear, nibbling on your earring, along your cheek, finally, in your mouth. You pull her close, and feel her hand cup your ass, and drive her tongue into your mouth. You stroke her very feminine ass, feeling the smooth skin...no underwear. You become very interested... You make your way back to the res. You walk up the stairs, hand in hand, not caring. When you reach the door to your room, you ask her to wait outside. She looks at you, puzzled. You kiss her on the cheek, and say, "Don't worry". You slide into your room.