“I was wondering if you’d wanna go out sometime.”

The silence that followed Delia’s unlikely slip-up was deafening. The air felt saturated with discomfort the likes of which Delia had never before experienced.

“Um, I mean,” Delia’s eyes darted all across the room, looking anywhere but at Ashley as she fumbled for words, “I—I know we literally just met. But I think you’re kinda cute, so, um…”

Increasingly flustered, Delia tried to take a deep breath to calm herself only to realize she’d broken out into a slight sweat. Biting her lip, she tentatively met Ashley’s eyes once more, her stomach sinking at the unreadable expression on his face.

“Actually, um, forget I said anything. Sorry, that was weird…” Delia laughed softly, unbearably embarrassed.

Another beat of silence passed as Delia’s heart raced a million miles a second. She felt like bolting out of her seat immediately but was glued to the spot at the same time. All she could do was stare down at the smooth wooden grain of the library table, silently berating herself for getting so carried away while ogling Ashley’s handsome face.

“Well,” Ashley spoke after a while, “I definitely appreciate the compliment, and wouldn’t mind going out sometime. I’m assuming you meant as a date.”

It took Delia a couple seconds to process what he had just said. She slowly lifted her head, holding eye contact with Ashley for a little longer than usual just to make sure she hadn’t misheard. Seeing the surprise on Delia’s face, Ashley raised his brows and gave a little half-smile.

“For the record, I think you’re kinda cute too,” He said as Delia’s cheeks reddened in response.

“Oh, um, thanks! So…a date it is, then!” Delia answered, barely able to conceal her excitement. She felt her ass squeeze around her plug and suddenly remembered it was there. In all her shock and excitement, she had forgotten about the toy.

Ashley laughed, “In the mean time, we should probably get working on this assignment. My grade kinda needs the help.”

“Yeah, of course,” Delia answered, staring at her textbook and biting her lip as she squeezed her plug once more. Ashley began silently reading the directions and while Delia followed along, her mind was elsewhere.

She could hardly believe that her crush had agreed to a date, not to mention the fact that she was sitting mere inches from him with a steel plug pressed into her ass. She could just imagine Ashley trailing his hand up her thigh, reaching around to grope her from behind…

Forcing herself to concentrate, Delia pushed her lustful thoughts aside. She would most definitely be dealing with her arousal later tonight, when everyone except for Delia and her raging libido was sound asleep.

The rest of the week crawled by as Delia impatiently awaited the weekend. She had been texting Ashley here and there, and they’d decided that Friday night was as good time as any to meet up.

As Friday approached, Delia felt the butterflies in her stomach reproduce at alarming rates. At age 18, she hadn’t had much experience with going on dates and wasn’t sure of the usual protocol.

How much should she dress up? Should she wear heels? Heels always seemed inherently fancy, but Ashley was over a foot taller than her. Delia felt the need to compensate somehow.

As the sun went down, Delia found herself with the majority of her nicer clothes in front of her. It was 6:30, just half an hour shy of when Ashley was supposed to pick her up.

Unable to resist, Delia had touched herself once again in the showers, and her pretty, pink heart-shaped plug was once again pressed into her tight ass. Inspired by her secret toy, Delia opted for some sexy black thigh-high stockings trimmed with lace. They would be well hidden under her skirt, but knowing that she was wearing them bolstered her confidence and aroused her greatly.

Maintaining her theme of secret sultriness, Delia pulled a pair of black panties up and over her supple legs. The front appeared to be plain silk save for a small bow directly under her navel, but the back was entirely lace, allowing the glint of her plug to peak through when she bent over. The matching bra was similar in that the underwire, band, and straps were all plain black silk, while the cups were made entirely of lace, completely exposing her already hard nipples. Delia gently grazed her nipples with her fingers, feeling a chill run down her back, as she admired the small black bow between the cups. Nestled in the middle of the bow was a tiny jewel that caught the light and sparkled, drawing attention to her large DD breasts.

Shaking her head a little, Delia tried to distract herself from her increasingly horny thoughts as she continued getting dressed. She slipped a chiffon shoulderless blouse over her head, the rich merlot color complimenting her creamy caramel skin-tone. She added a simple black skirt that stopped a few inches above her knees and accessorized with a gold pendant necklace that nestled into the valley between her tits. She left her hair in its natural state, soft waves falling about her face. Quickly applying her make-up, Delia finished off with delicate winged eyeliner, a touch of mascara for doll-like lashes, and a simple mauve lipstain. She had specifically chosen that lip product because it was absolutely kiss-proof.

She wasn’t expecting too much from this date. She could be quite awkward, and her nerves were getting to her already. Even so, the fact that Ashley had agreed to go out with her put an inkling of hope in her heart…maybe this would lead to something more.

In the midst of spritzing herself with a light, fruity perfume, Delia’s phone buzzed. It was a text from Ashley, simply saying “im here”.

Grabbing her purse and keys, Delia dashed out the door, the block heel of her black, suede booties click-clacking down the hallway. She had opted for four-inch heels after all. It wasn’t much to close the height gap, but at least she was trying.

As soon as she stepped outside her dorm building, Delia was immediately drawn to the tall, limber figure leaning against a dusty black sedan. It was Ashley, dressed in a simple black button-up tucked into faded blue jeans and black dress shoes. The ensemble seemed to have a careless flair. Or perhaps, Delia, having never seen Ashley in anything other than casual t-shirts, was immediately taken by the likes of him lounging there, waiting for her.

Ashley had one hand in his pocket and the other held his phone. He was still staring at it as Delia approached him.

“Hi,” Delia spoke up, drawing his attention to her.

“Hey,” Ashley said looking up. He seemed to stop for a moment, raising his eyebrows while his eyes followed Delia’s silhouette, “You look amazing.”

Delia’s heart thumped loudly in her chest as she laughed softly, blushing in response. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, “Thanks. So do you.”

Ashley gave her a wide smile, “Thanks,” he gestured to his car, “Ready to go on an adventure?”

Delia’s eyes lit up, “Of course!” She walked around the front of the car, surprised as Ashley did the same, holding the door open for her.

Once they were both in the car, Ashley pulled away from Delia’s dorm building.

“Where are we going,” Delia asked, realizing she hadn’t asked before.

“I was thinking of this small Italian place I know,” Ashley answered, “Do you have any preferences?”

“No, Italian sounds great!” Delia answered, trying to relax in her seat but finding herself to be too nervous. She felt her plug press into her and wondered if she should have taken it out afterall.

After a few beats of silence, Ashley turned up the radio, and Delia recognized the song.

“Twenty One Pilots. They’re getting pretty popular now, aren’t they?”

Ashley turned to her nodding, a small smile playing on his lips, “Yeah. I saw them live a couple months back.”

“That must have been really fun!”

As they kept discussing the band, Ashley’s smile grew, making Delia realize just how gorgeous he was when animated, talking about something he liked. The rapid beating of her heart eventually slowed as a sense of comfort and curiosity settled into her chest. She wanted to know more about him.

By the time they got to the restaurant, they were thoroughly engaged in conversation. Delia found herself laughing at Ashley’s jokes all throughout appetizers, and by the time the main course came around, a small smile was consistently at play among her rosy lips. Throughout dessert, Delia couldn’t help but notice how graceful Ashley’s gestures were as he ran his hand through his curly locks and spooned ice cream into his mouth.

Generally, Delia realized, Ashley carried himself with a certain poise that she hadn’t noticed before. Despite his initially nerdy appearance, it seemed that he was self-aware enough to possess both strength and gentleness.

Upon leaving the restaurant, Ashley once again held open the car door for her as they got back into his car. Delia watched him as he twisted around, bracing an arm against her seat as he backed out of the parking spot. The streetlights illuminated the tops of his cheekbones, giving him a sort of ethereal look. For a second Delia thought she was looking at an angel. For the first time that night, she felt her ass pulse pleasantly around her butt plug.

Ashley’s glasses glinted in the lights, partially obscuring the blue of his eyes, as he faced forward once more, “So, what’s next?”

“Oh, um,” Delia bit her lip, struggling to come up with an idea. She hadn’t thought this far ahead, certain she would have either figuratively or literally driven him away by now.

Ashley flashed her his characteristically dashing smile, “If it’s alright you, maybe we could stop by my place.”

Delia’s heart skipped a beat. Was he insinuating what she thought he was?

“Sure!” She smiled shyly back, hoping she wasn’t getting ahead of herself. It was only the first date after all.

“Maybe we could watch a movie?”

“I like the sound of that,” Ashley answered, letting go of the steering wheel with one hand and resting the other on the center console.

Delia watched the way Ashley’s face lit up and dimmed with each passing streetlight. All of a sudden, she found herself in the same sort of trance that had overcome her in the library. On an impulse, she reached out, taking Ashley’s hand in her own.

He glanced in her direction, eyebrows raised as a smile played on his lips. He threaded his fingers through her’s, giving her hand a soft squeeze.

Blushing, Delia peered out the window, watching the signs for the university pass by.

“Do you live off-campus?”

“Yeah, but close by. I have the basement all to myself, it’s kinda awesome.”

“Sounds spacious,” Delia mused.

“Not really,” Ashley shrugged, “the privacy is nice though.”

Delia bit her lip at the mention of privacy. Would she and Ashley be alone in his room? Taking a breath, she calmed her racing heart.

She wasn’t sure what she had expected. Of course they would be alone. Ashley hadn’t agreed to a date only to end up casually hanging out in the company of other people.

Upon arriving at Ashley’s place, he held the car door open yet again as Delia stepped out. She was enjoying this gentlemanly habit of his. It hadn’t occurred to her that guys still did this sort of thing.

Ashley led her down to his basement room, their hands still linked. The space was quite plain: a big futon in the corner, a few posters on the walls, a small coffee table with the TV opposite it, and a bathroom to the side.

Ashley sat down on the futon, grabbed the remote, and immediately began browsing through Netflix. Delia delicately set herself down beside him, leaning into his arm a little.

“Are you into cult classics?” Ashley asked, shifting so that his arm circled Delia and pulled her closer to him.

Even as her heart continued to race, Delia settled into him, “Yes, actually. Have you ever seen Rosemary’s Baby?”

“No, but I’ve been meaning to. You’ve got good taste,” Ashley hit play on the movie, settling back against the pillows arranged along the wall.

The compliment made Delia smile as she took one more quiet breath, resting her head against Ashley’s shoulder. As nervous as she was to be alone with someone as attractive as him, she found comfort in the chemistry they seemed share already.

As the movie progressed, Delia noticed Ashley sneaking glances at her. There was a specific glint in his eye that she had minimal experience with but recognized immediately.

He was giving her the look. The type of look that suggested that any moment now would be ideal for her to turn to him so he could press their lips together.

As if to confirm her suspicions, Delia felt Ashley make little circular motions at her waist, along the waistband of her skirt. Biting her lip in anticipation, Delia turned toward him, her gaze trailing up from his adam’s apple to his eyes.

As soon as they’d made eye contact, Ashley leaned in, their lips touching as Delia’s eyes fluttered shut. Moving his lips rhythmically against her’s, Ashley drew her in closer to him by the waist. Delia found her arms floating upward, encircling him.

With each passing heartbeat, Delia felt herself melt into him, his lips soft yet fervent against her’s. From the way he kissed her, Delia thought that maybe he had been anticipating this for some time now. Delia pulsed around her princess plug.

She was in absolute disbelief. Were it not for the warmth of his lips, Delia would have been convinced that she was dreaming. The slow and startling awareness that Ashley was kissing her stole her breath away, prompting her to press her chest into his.

Ashley placed both his hands on Delia’s waist, his fingers running up her sides with a feather light touch. Delia broke the kiss to giggle breathlessly, wriggling in his embrace.

“Ticklish?” Ashley asked, a playful smile on his reddened lips. It seemed that the lip stain had transferred somewhat after all.

“Just a little,” Delia breathed, finding herself lean in once more.

Ashley picked up right where he left off, parting her lips with his. Delia found her fingers intertwining with Ashley’s hair as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

Delia marveled at the cloud-like softness of Ashley’s hair and the sweet taste of ice cream lingering on his tongue. A pleasant chill ran down her spine.

The dance of their tongues reached its crescendo and denouement as Ashley pulled away, planting a soft kiss on Delia’s cheek then her neck. Delia gasped as she felt Ashley’s lips trailing down her neck, occasionally punctuated with the sharp nip of his teeth.

It was clear at this point that Delia’s panties were absolutely soaked through and it certainly didn’t help that Ashley’s hands was steadily moving from her ribcage to her tits.

Delia bit her lip, stifling a moan as Ashley squeezed both her tits, at first gently then harder. He passed his thumbs over her nipples, sending ripples of pleasure through her torso. She glanced down to see that her nipples were hard and pronounced against the thin material of her shirt. She met Ashley’s intense gaze, further entangling her fingers in his hair as he squeezed her tits hard once again.

Delia exhaled softly as Ashley’s lips met her neck once more and was unable to suppress a moan as one of his hands slipped under her shirt. She pulled him closer to her as his fingers trailed up her bare skin, gasping in surprise as he twisted her nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

Ashley gave a husky chuckle at her reaction, his other hand slipping under her skirt and trailing up her thigh. Delia met his eyes once again, this time knowing that he could see in her eyes how undeniably aroused she was.

His smile still on his lips, Ashley spoke gently, “Do you want to take your shirt off?”

Without missing a beat, Delia unbuttoned the back of her shirt and slipped it off, prompting another laugh.

“So eager,” Ashley murmured, a blush rising to Delia’s cheeks. He cupped her breast once more, “And so pretty.”

“The bra?” Delia asked, noticing how prominent her nipples were under the thin lace.

“No, you,” Ashley kissed her again, briefly pulling away to add, “And the bra.”

Delia found her arms around Ashley once more, playing with his hair as he unclasped her bra. She nuzzled her face in his neck, giving him timid little kisses as he bit and kissed her skin.

“As pretty as it is…”Ashley mused, “I’d like to see it go.” She let him pull off her bra, watching the lust glint in his eyes as he took both her tits in his hands. He brought his lips to her collarbone, trailing kisses down to her nipples.

She tried to bite back a moan as he licked at her nipple, flicking his tongue back and forth. Jolts of pleasure ran down her spine as quiet moans escaped her. She weaved her fingers into his hair more tightly as he bit gently, glancing up at her.

“Fuck,” Delia gasped as Ashley turned his attentions to her other nipple.

“Sensitive, aren’t they?” He remarked, giving her one last flick of the tongue before kissing her lips.

Delia brought her hands to the collar of Ashley’s shirt, fumbling with the buttons. She’d managed to unbutton a grand total of two buttons before Ashley quickly finished unbuttoning the rest, sliding his shirt off and tossing it aside.

Delia took her time indulging in the site of his bare torso. He was thin, but his pale skin ran smooth along the entirety of his chest, disappearing with a blonde happy trail under his jeans. Reaching out, Delia began unbuckling his pants, struggling as much as she did with the buttons.

Laughing and shaking his head, Ashley once again finished the job for her, standing up to strip off his jeans and shoes. He loomed over her more than usual as she remained on the bed. The outline of his hard cock was directly in front of her. She reached out to trail her fingertips along the bulge in his briefs.

He stepped closer toward her, the usual playful charm in his eyes now replaced with an expectant lust. He tucked a lock of hair behind her hair, murmuring, “I really do like you.”

That was all the prompting Delia needed to lean forward and kiss the shaft of Ashley’s cock through his briefs. Although she had only done this a few times before, all she could think of in the moment was her sudden, deep-seeded need to please Ashley, to make him feel as he never had before.

Noticing a wet patch where the head of his cock seemed to be, Delia marveled at it, rubbing her fingertip against it. She wanted a taste.

She slipped her fingers under the waistband of his briefs, pulling it down slowly and gasping in shock as the length of his cock sprung toward her.

It was absolutely massive, at least 8 inches in length. Yet, even at first glance it had an impressive girth. Reaching out hesitantly, Delia realized that the entirety of her hand didn’t fit around it.

“It’s huge…” Delia said, her eyes growing wide as she glanced up at Ashley.

He chuckled at her astonishment, “Or so I’ve been told.” His cock throbbed in her hand.

Delia pressed her lips to the head of his cock, licking at his precum. It was salty but not all too unpleasant. She let the large head slip into her mouth as she sucked gently, pulling away only to place the flat of her tongue at the base of his cock and lick all the way back up. She heard Ashley grunt softly.

Thinking she was on the right track, she repeated the motion, this time taking a little more of his cock into her mouth as she sucked and pulled back. Delia then took as much of his cock in her mouth as possible, which was not even half, and pulled away, creating a suction between her tongue and mouth as she did. Ashley moaned, placing his hands on either side of her head.

Letting her spit gather at her tongue, Delia licked up from the base again, coating the shaft of Ashley’s cock with spit. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, twisting with an upward motion to spread the slickness along his length.

Glancing up to gauge his expression, she flicked her tongue against the head of his cock while slowly moving her hand up and down to pump his cock. Realize one hand wouldn’t be enough, she licked up the side and began using her hand as well. She continued swiping her tongue back and forth across and under the head of his cock while squeezing the shaft between both her hands, sliding them up and down at an increasingly frenzied pace. She switched back to suckling the head as she did this, slowly but surely bobbing her head so as to take more and more of his length into her mouth.

Ashley closed his eyes, pulling her head closer to his cock each time she went down on him. Before she knew it, the head of her cock was hitting the back of her throat each time she took his length into his mouth, pulling away only to follow her lips with her hands.

“Oh fuck…you’re good at this,” Ashley said huskily as he began gently thrusting his hips into her face.

His cock slipped further and further back into her throat each time, causing tears to pool in her eyes. Even so, she could practically feel her pussy dripping. She shifted forward on the bed to feel the plug press deeper into her ass.

She met Ashley’s gaze once again as nearly half his cock went down her throat, causing her to gag. The tears overflowed and dripped down her cheek. She knew her make-up was running but somehow the thought of looking like a slutty pornstar while sucking Ashley’s dick was enough send Delia into overdrive. She began deepthroating his cock repeatedly even as she gagged.

“Fuck…you look…so hot,” Ashley said between labored breaths, “I think I’m… getting close.”

Delia held her breath in anticipation. With a one final thrust, Ashley held her head down on his cock as the pleasantly salty and sour taste of his cum hit the back of his throat. He groaned softly, several seconds passing by as more seemed to flow out of him.

As the throbbing of his cock subsided, Ashley loosed his grip on Delia’s head. She pulled away from his now glistening cock, her tongue darting out to lick the head before she sat back on the bed.

Ashley smiled, his chest rising and falling as he regained his breath. He knelt down so his head was level with Delia’s, cupping her cheek as he kissed her.

Delia smiled through the kiss, giggling as he pulled away, “So, was I any good?”

“You were fucking amazing, Delia,” Ashley responded, his usual smile dashing across his face, “I think I might just have to return the favor.”

Before Delia had a chance to fully comprehend what he’d said, Ashley was already slipping her panties off. Her heart raced, thumping within her chest as Ashley tossed aside her damp panties.

She’d never been eaten out before.

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