First Time - The Date

First Time – The Date

Roger said, "Then it is a date." I kept hearing that statement over and over in my head. This was our first date. No matter what happened, it was going to be a date. I got ready and showered and shaved. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had a nice toned body. I hoped Roger would one day see me naked and like what he saw. I put on a sexy pair of underwear. Just in case. I wore my best outfit.

Roger was right on time. He picked me up in front of my apartment building. He had on a nice pair of tight jeans. As he drove to the restaurant, I checked out his body. He had on a tight fitting shirt that hugged his muscular body. I wanted to see more but I was content just being next to him in the car.

The dinner went extremely well. The food was good and the conversation was interesting. Roger had a way to make me feel important. As he talked, I dreamed of us being together forever. I snapped myself back to reality. This was probably just a dinner with a co-worker, nother more.

But like all things, the evening ended. We drove back to my place. I debated if I should invite him in or not. My mind started to analyze what could be Roger’s answer. Before I could get a chance to ask him, Roger said, "Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" I was trilled. Now I started to panic. Did I have a clean bathroom? I hope I did not leave any dirty underwear laying around.

I did a quick look around when we entered the apartment. Everything looked fine.