Jenny s First Date

Male/Young Female, First, Interracial

Fiction

Jenny’s First Date

Jenny sat back from her computer and stared at the screen. “I wonder what I’ve just done,” she said to herself. Well aware of the dangers of setting up a date with someone she met online, she had done it anyway. The set up seemed safe enough. She pulled up the file where she had pasted the instructions.

She would go to the Longhorn Steak House at 6:30 on Friday. It shouldn’t be a problem to have her mother drop her off at the mall at 6:00. She would then have plenty of time to walk across the street to the restaurant. The plan was for her to get there ahead of time, find a seat in the waiting area, and wait. The waiting area would be crowded at that time on a Friday evening so it should be no problem for her to blend in.

When Steven got there, he would go to the hostess and ask for a table for two. When Jenny heard his name she could decide what to do. She could introduce herself then, wait until he was seated then go up to him, or simply leave. She was actually free to leave at anytime. She would know what he looked like but, since there would be so many people waiting, he wouldn’t know who she was. He said, “If you decide to leave, I’ll just have dinner by myself, but you’ll miss out on a good meal and some great conversation ” It all seemed safe enough to Jenny.

Jenny was particularly attracted to the idea of ​​a good conversation. Her parents were becoming increasingly difficult to talk to. It seemed they argued with her almost all the time lately. The recent argument over whether or not she was old enough to date was a good example. Jenny felt she was old enough to at least double date, something more than just going to the mall and hanging out with her friends. They were adamant that she wait until she was sixteen, at least another year! She felt justified in doing this behind their back. Besides, this wasn’t a real date anyway.

She is so excited all day Friday that she can’t seem to focus on her school work. Normally a very good student, it is a struggle for her to concentrate. Then, when she gets to the restaurant, it seems like time has passed so quickly. It’s 15 minutes past six and already there are people standing outside, families, couples, a few folks with cigarettes. It even looks like there is a birthday party with balloons and bags of gifts.

She steps inside and is surprised at how dark it is. She has no problem finding a seat next to an older woman and a man with an innocent on his lap. People drift in and out, making a reservation or asking, “How much longer?” Each time a man comes in Jenny goes through her checklist to see if it is Steven. She wants to be able to identify him before he says his name. Somehow that will be a sign to her that This is right; the right time, the right place, the right thing to do.

She knows he is black, 25 years old, 5 foot 5 inches tall, and weights 140 pounds. She doesn’t know how to tell if someone is five feet tall or what their weight is, but she thinks she can recognize when someone is about 25 years old and she is even more confident she can tell if he is black.

At first she checks her watch every minute or so, but as she looks around and sees other inter-racial couples, she gets more relaxed. She waits patiently and just as she looks at her watch one more time, a young black man enters and walks confidently up to the hostess desk. Jenny knows immediately it is him.

Even as he is saying, “Table for two please. The name is Steven,” Jenny is debating how to approach him. He stands there facing to bar, not looking at the crowd until the hostess says, “Okay. It’ll be about 5 minutes.” She had instantly decided to go up to him right then but she is temporarily frozen to her seat and as the seconds tick away, she realizes that she has waited too long. It would seem too awkward to go up now, the young white girl meeting up with the older black man. No, she would have to wait until he was seated.

He stepped forward to allow the next person to request a table and her view of him was blocked by a pillar. Just as he was ready to step back into the waiting area, his table was called. Jenny waited a few seconds, then got up and headed for the ladies room. As she went, she watched where the hostess lead him and when she came out of the restroom, she headed straight for his booth.

As she approaches the booth where he is sitting, she hesitates for a split second, then boldly sits down across from him. He is immediately taken with how pretty she is, and she thinks he is quite handsome. The introductions are brief and the awkward silence that follows is deafening. He quickly takes out a pen and writes on his napkin, "S: How R U?” and hands it to her. She writes, “J: Fine N U?” and so it progresses. Very soon the napkin and pen are forgotten and she is describing various details of her life, her experience in band, why she wants to change instruments, the difficulties in studying math, etc.

***

A few months later Jenny is naked, sitting on Steven’s bed, talking about music. They have just finished fucking for the third time in as many weeks and Steven is in the bathroom. Jenny asked, “Steven? What’s DP?”

Steven says loudly from the bathroom, “Is that DP as in Displaced Person, or as in Double Penetration?”

As he comes back into the room, she says, “Which ever one has to do with sex.”

He can’t help noticing just how pretty she is. It’s as though he hasn’t seen her before, her long legs, puffy nipples, her damp pubic hair, still wet from their recent love making. She notices him looking at her so she spreads her legs a little further and rubs around her clip with a moistened finger. He knows she is doing it deliberately, so she will still be wet if he wants to fuck her again.

So far, he hasn’t used a condom. She hasn’t asked him to and he hasn’t offered. Since there is no messing with a condom, it’s an easy thing to simply mount her again. He slides his cock in and waits, enjoying the sensing of just being inside a beautiful girl, so pink and soft. He slides his hands under her head and runs his fingers through a few strands of her hair. She smells of lemon and sugar.

He began to describe DP for her. “Double penetration is when a girl has a cock in both her pussy and her ass at the same time. Two men make a sandwich, with the girl in the middle.” He began to slowly pump his cock in and out. “Do you want to try it?” he asks.

She thinks about it for a moment, then says, “I’m not too sure about the ass part, but yeah, maybe we should try it.”