Blind Date

Dimity perched on the bar stool, sipping her Merlot as she waited for her blind date to show.

Grey jacket, red rose. That’s what she was looking out for.

The door opened and a group of giggling young women burst in. They were followed by an elderly couple, the woman’s hand holding her husband’s elbow. He guided her to a seat, and gave her a light peck on the lips before pulling out a chair so she could sit.

Awww. Dimity’s heart swelled. So sweet. She hoped for a relationship like that one day, something to last the test of time.

She glanced back to the door, her heart pounding as her eyes came to rest on a grey jacket. Beneath it the shirt was unbuttoned at the top, the barest tuft of chest hair visible below a strong neck and jaw.

Hot.

But then her gaze found his face, and she scowled and turned away.

“Dimity, wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

She hadn’t expected him to come over. “Connor.”

He sat on the stool next to her.

“Seat’s taken.” She took another sip of wine.

“When he shows up I’ll move, I promise.” Connor raised a hand to grab the bartender’s attention, and ordered a beer.

“I really think you should just go.”

The door opened again, a younger couple this time. Followed by another fellow in a grey jacket. Hope rose in Dimity’s chest, but then she saw he was empty handed. No rose.

Not her blind date then.

Connor sighed. “Look, I just wanted to apologise for how I treated you at college. There is no excuse, I was a jerk. I’m sorry.”

That was unexpected. Dimity looked at him, one eyebrow raised. “So, what? You saw me here, thought now was the time to offload some guilt. Sorry, I’m not in a forgiving mood.”

Connor closed his eyes. “I deserved that.” He opened his eyes again, his gaze on hers, sincere. “Let me buy you a drink.”

Dimity lifted her wine glass. “Got one, thanks. Besides, like I mentioned, I’m waiting for someone.”

Connor glanced at the clock on the wall. “He’s late. Maybe he’s not coming.”

Dimity checked the time. Seven forty-five. He was late. She pushed aside the despair growing in her chest, and shook her head. “Like you know what time we’re due to meet. Maybe I’m early.”

“Look, I don’t want to ruin your evening — ”

“Then leave.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “I just wanted to say that I’ve always thought you were the most intelligent, sophisticated, talented, and gorgeous woman I’ve ever met, and I was an ass at school because I tried to speak to you one day and you ignored me, and I thought you’d heard all the rumours and judged me and found me lacking — ” He stopped and sucked in a deep breath. “Sorry. I’m babbling, and I didn’t intend for that. I just wanted to say that I realise now that I’d judged you on that one interaction, and it wasn’t fair to you, and I’m sorry.”

“What?” Dimity frowned, struggling to pull up any memory of Connor that did not involve him calling her names. “I don’t remember that.”

“You probably wouldn’t have. It was the first day of the school year. I came up to say hello, to ask you out, truth be told, and you just stood up and walked away. I thought you’d heard about my dad and decided I was the same.”

Memories rushed back, not of Connor, but the summer before school. “That’s the year my mum died.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“I was barely aware of anything going around me at the time. I didn’t deliberately ignore you.”

Connor nodded. “Yeah. I get that, now.”

“So what was it about your dad?”

He took a sip of his beer. “He was in prison, thought dealing drugs was a nice easy way to make some cash. Claims he was doing for my mum and I, but him being in prison didn’t help us any.”

Her heart gave a pang. “I had no idea. That must’ve been awful for you.”

He shrugged. “The year might’ve been easier if I hadn’t made assumptions about you. Anyway — ” He stood, placing a red rose on the bar between them. “Have a good night.”

“Wait.” Dimity reached out to take his wrist. “You’re my blind date.”

Connor gave a weak chuckle. “Yeah. Looks like our friends have a sense of humour.”

Dimity’s friends had told her this blind date was the one. That he shared so many interests in common with her that they had to be soul mates. And yet they’d known how she felt about Connor. What did they know, that she’d missed?

“Stay, please. I’ll have that drink, if it’s still on offer?”

A smile broke out across Connor’s face, and his eyes lit up. “Of course.”

Drinks led to dinner, led to another date later in the week.

“So,” Connor loosened his tie and cleared his throat. “I know this is quick but…”

“Would you like to come back to my place?” Dimity interrupted him. She didn’t know if that was what he was going to ask or not, she just wanted to get this relationship moving. They had far more in common than either of them had first realised, but that meant nothing if they weren’t compatible in bed.

Connor’s eyes bulged. “Um, okay. If you’re sure.”

She leaned across the table, and cupped his cheek, pulling him into a kiss. “I’ve never been more certain.”

He drove to her apartment, automatically kicking off his shoes as she closed the door behind them.

“Nice spot.” He took in her minimalist décor, and then the lights of the city out the window.

“Thanks.” She slid the jacket off her shoulders, revealing a spaghetti strap dress. Of course he’d already noticed the low bust line earlier, his gaze dropping to take it in when they first sat down, and then flicking up to stay on her face as she spoke.

She wanted to reward him for being such a gentleman.

“So.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “What now?”

She reached out to take his hand. “How about we head straight through to the bedroom?”

He nodded, his pupils wide.

In the bedroom Dimity turned to press her lips against his, resting one hand on his neck and the other on his waist as she lapped at his mouth with her tongue.

“You’re gorgeous.” His voice was husky, and a thrill travelled her spine as his arms finally wrapped around her, one on the small of her back, the other across her shoulders.

“So are you.”

She pulled his shirt from his pants, sliding her hands across his skin until her fingers brushed through the hair on his toned chest.

His kisses moved from her mouth to trail along her jaw. Dimity found his nipples and tweaked them, rolling them between her fingertips.

He groaned, as he found her ear and nibbled her earlobe.

She pressed her body against his, grinding her hips against the bulge in his pants.

He pulled away. “Are you sure you want this?”

“I’ve wanted this ever since I first noticed you,” she admitted. “Though I hated myself for it for a long time.”

“I’m sorry.” He cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheek. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“Let’s just stop wasting time, and get on with it, hey?” She slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders to let it drop to the floor, revealing bare breasts, and lacy knickers.

“Fuck.” His eyes drank her in. “You’re so sexy.”

She kissed him again, stroking his erection through the material of his pants before fumbling with the belt buckle.

But Connor had other ideas; he latched onto a breast, rolling and sucking on a nipple as he scooped her up to drop her onto the bed.

“So,” he said, as he leant over her, kissing her neck and shoulder. “What do you like?”

“Everything.” She looked up at him.

“Everything? Surely you can’t like everything?”

“Everything I’ve tried.” She shrugged. “Sometimes the act isn’t performed as well as it could be, but that’s on the performer, not the act itself.”

Connor’s gaze flicked across her face as though he wasn’t sure he believed her.

“Do whatever you want,” she whispered, pulling him close for another kiss. “I’ll soon tell you if I don’t like it.”

He took a breast in his mouth again, circling and flicking her nipple with his tongue as his fingers slid across the silky fabric of her underwear. She parted her legs, tilting her hips to guide his touch to the place she liked best.

His touch was soft at first, a gentle pressure as he stroked her lips, then harder as she egged him on.

“That feels so good.” Her words were breathy. “God, keep doing that.”

He did as he was told, his gaze on hers as he worked her clit.

“I want to taste you,” he whispered, stopping only long enough to remove her knickers and kneel between her thighs.

His tongue ran across her slit, lapping at her cleft before circling her clit. Her whole body jolted as if electrified. His mouth closed over her clit and he sucked as his fingers slipped inside.

“Damn, Connor.” Dimity gasped, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair.

He stroked her inside, and out, and soon she was calling his name out for all to hear as she came, gushing over his fingers and tongue.

He sat up, wiping his face on his sleeve.

“That worked for you then?” he asked, with a smirk on his face.

“You know it did.” She reached forward to grab his tie, pulling him closer so she could taste her juices on his tongue. She reached down to grab his cock. “Time to fill me up, big boy.”

He grinned, fumbling with his belt while she undid the buttons of his shirt.

He was every bit as hot as she’d imagined, his cock thick and throbbing as he rolled a condom over it. Dimity lay back on the bed and spread her legs wider still.

“Fuck me, Connor. Fill me up.”

“Yes Ma’am.” He grinned, climbing onto the bed between her legs. The pressure of his cock against her opening was delicious, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him deeper.

He eased his way in, short sharp thrusts until he was as deep as he could go, stretching her in ways she’d not experienced before.

She bit her lip. “God, that feels good.”

“I’m glad.” He pressed his lips against hers as he slid the length of his cock out of her, then eased it back in again, repeating the process in a calm controlled manner until Dimity couldn’t take it anymore.

“Faster,” she demanded. “Harder. Don’t hold back, Connor.”

His thrusts increased in speed, and so did hers, pleasure spiralling up her spine to send her head into a spin until there was nothing but Connor and his cock.

“Fuck.” He groaned as he came, pulling himself up so he could watch her as he ploughed deep inside.

His thrusts slowed down, and she pulled him back down so she could feel the weight of him on top of her.

“That was incredible.” She kissed his shoulder, and his neck, and his lips.

“Wasn’t it.”

“So. You going to stay the night?”

His eyes gleamed. “I was hoping you’d ask that.”