For our third meeting, but first date, I arrived at V’s house at 9:00pm, exactly when I said I would be there. Her mom opened the door and invited me in. She was also very beautiful.
You can usually tell what a girl will look like when she gets older by her mother. If she has a hot mom, she will probably be hot. If her mom is fat, chances are, she will get that way eventually too. Especially after popping out a couple kids.
V’s mom was an ex-ballerina in Russia. She quit when she had a kid, then found a husband who took them to America. She believed a woman should look as good as possible for her man at all times. V told me she often only wore a bra and panties around the house. Yum.
V’s mom accepted me into her home, introduced me to her husband, and sat me down on their couch. I was wearing my glasses and was happy about it. I look smart in those glasses, which is a good look to go for around parents. I dress business casual when I go out, and I felt like they appreciated my lack of facial tattoos. I got that impression anyway.
While it took V another hour to get ready, I spoke to her parents about MBA school, future plans, and driving safe in the city. We watched something on TV and chatted about it a little, but it became very uncomfortable. I was sure they knew I wanted to fuck their daughter.
Perhaps the uncomfortableness began when her parents started asking questions I was not prepared for.
“Where are you taking my daughter?” Easy enough, this is a breeze.
“When will you be back?” Standard faire as well.
“What will you do if she runs into trouble?” Um… what?
What kind of parents ask a question like that? What the hell was I getting into? I was in over my head and we haven’t even had our first kiss yet. I was starting to second guess the night.
Finally, Victoria came out of her room. It was worth the wait, and I would have waited longer. V had on her uniform; 4” heels, long tight pants that hugged her wonderful ass in a loving embrace, G string panties (or none since I couldn’t see any lines), fashionable top, and all the trimmings.
Per usual, everything matched exactly, but it was taken a new level up. She looked amazing, and my heart was racing. I started to feel completely under dressed, and slightly inadequate.
“Wow,” I said, drooling in front of her parents, “you look great. Are you ready to go?” I hoped she was.
“Come on.” She replied as if she was waiting for me. This girl was completely nutty, in a very fantastic way. We said our goodbyes, promised to get home safe, and were on our way.
When we got to the city I found a spot near the bar. This was lucky because V mentioned something about not walking far in those heels. I couldn’t blame her.
Before entering the bar, I prepped V by describing my friendship with the birthday girl Tricia. I was trying to make sure V would be friendly.
“Girls don’t like me,” she said, “unless they’re dykes.”
“Same for me.” I joked back. I assumed V was joking too, but she wasn’t. We walked into the bar and it felt like the record scratched to a halt. Every eye drew upon us, and I could feel hate, envy, and lust all at the same time. This must have been what it was like for her all the time. It would be weird to get used to.
Tricia saw us at the door and walked over, as she reached us all eyes were still fixed until I gave her a hug and said hello.
“Tricia, this is Victoria. Victoria, Tricia.”
“Hi, thanks for coming. Hope you have fun.” Tricia said to V.
V looked her up and down and replied, “You look good, but you could do better with nicer clothes. Wear something that shows off your breasts more; guys like that.” Her face was stone cold and completely serious.
Tricia looked shocked. I felt the same way, and when Tricia looked back at me, my mouth was dropped open. I managed a smile and started laughing. I was mostly uncomfortable, but it was also the funniest thing I ever heard one woman say to another at their first meeting.
“You will have to forgive her, she is uncomfortable in social situations.” I offered. It sounded rational to me, but V shot a look at me like how dare I make excuses for her. Tricia seemed to appreciate the levity and invited us in.
The bar was filled with game tables. You could play billiards, ping pong, foosball, or even board games. They had small tables for chess or checkers, and in the corners they had couches and bean bag chairs for lounging. It was a cool place and the atmosphere was fun.
We grabbed drinks from the bar and walked around a bit to check the place out. We finally sat at a chess table by Tricia and her group. Tricia introduced us to her friends and I made small conversation while V sat quiet. I noticed everyone stealing guilty glances at her, and it made me feel proud for bringing the hottest girl to the bar. Both guys and girls were jealous, it was fun.
We stayed for a couple hours and eventually we both loosened up and had fun. We played foosball, then pool, and finally chess. She knew how to play, but I won. She may have let me win though, because I know I am not good. Either that or she was awful. I prefer to think she was being nice.
As we left the bar and said our good byes, Tricia pulled me aside.
“You can’t be serious about her.” She slurred. “Where did you even find her?”
“Same place I found you Tricia, we met at school.” I smiled back.
“Well, send that one back Matt, she is nuts.”
“Thanks for the warning Tricia, but you know I like crazy. And she is smoking hot. I want to see where this goes.” I said confidently.
“OK, but don’t get too attached, she will tear your heart out.” Tricia said like a concerned sister.
“Thanks. Happy Birthday Trish, it was good to see you. Let’s talk next week, and I’ll let you know how it goes.” We used to talk about our escapades during work. I think she always had a thing for me, but nothing ever came of it, so we were good friends.
As we walked back to my car, I saw that I got a ticket. I was pissed but tried to play it off like no big deal. I opened the car door for V, and walked around the back. She leaned over and unlocked my door for me. “Huh, she’s a keeper.” I said to myself.
I always liked that trick from “A Bronx Tale.” Make sure your doors are locked, and open the door for your date. After you close her in, you walk around the back and look in to see if she leans over to unlock your door for you. If she does, she is a keeper. If not, she’s a self absorbed bitch, and you need to ditch her.
New cars pretty much ruin that game now, but some girls will go even farther and try to help push your door open for you. If you see that, you know she is a giver and you are in for a good time.
I started the car up and tried to get my nerve up at the same time. I wanted to kiss her, but I was nervous.
“Well, what did you think? Did you have fun?” I asked.
“Yeah, I liked that bar, it was cool. Your friend was nice, but she has a crush on you. You shouldn’t lead her on.”
“Ha! Yeah, I know. We have been friends for a while but I told her I wasn’t interested in her.” Now I was going to go for a teaser, “Actually, I kind of have a thing for you.” I said and held my breath. I wasn’t sure what response I wanted, a blush, or a smile maybe.
“Yeah, I know. You aren’t very subtle, but you still can’t fuck me you know.”
Ouch, shot down. I laughed it off and agreed with her.
“Well I had fun anyway.” I said jokingly. Now I decided there was nothing to lose, so I tested the waters a bit more. “And even though I can’t fuck you I still want to kiss you.”
Now I saw the blush. I bent over and leaned in to kiss her. She put her head down in a brush off attempt. I pulled back. My heart was racing and I felt like crying at the same time. This was a definite shoot down, so I put the car in reverse to start trying to get out of the spot.
“OK.” She said under her breath.
“OK what?” I asked.
“You aren’t supposed to ask to kiss me, you are just supposed to do it.” This was a mixed signal. I was pretty sure I did just try to kiss her and she headbutt me off her.
I leaned back over, and moved in about 80% of the way. I learned this from “Hitch” with Will Smith. She was not coming the rest of the 20% so I moved her chin towards me with my hand and went in for the kiss. She kissed back and we locked in for a minute. It was a very passionate kiss.
During the kiss I must have forgot about my foot on the break, because the next thing I know I hit the car behind me. We bumped foreheads.
“Woops! Wow, sorry.” My face turned red.
Now she was laughing at me while I threw the car in drive and hopped out of the spot before anyone else saw me hitting the car. We drove quickly away and let the moment sit in awkwardness for a minute. Finally, V started laughing again.
“You hit that car.” She said to me.
“I got carried away kissing you. I really liked that kiss. It was hot.”
“Yes it was, you are cute.”
“So are you.” I turned to look longingly at her.
We held hands for the drive back to her house. When we arrived I put the car in a proper park and turned off my lights. We were making small talk and I waited until she was done before leaning in to kiss her again. Again, we had a very passionate kiss, and let it stay at that.
“Don’t walk me to my door.” She said as she opened my door to get out. I started to fumble with my belt and open my door.
“No, seriously, just go.” She closed my door and walked away. I watched her inside, and left. I sent her a text when I got home about how much fun I had and how I hoped to see her again soon. She never replied.