Chapter 8: First Date
Buffy caught William smiling at her over his menu as she munched on chips and salsa in the Mexican restaurant they went to for a late lunch. She could tell he was by the wrinkles around his eyes and once she made eye contact, he quickly looked away and focused intently on the appetizer selection. Buffy brought a chip to her mouth and tilted her head.
“I see you over there, mister,” she said cheekily and popped the chip in her mouth.
“What?” he said innocently. “Of course you do. I’m directly across the table.”
She narrowed her eyes though her smile never waned. “What are you all smiley about?”
“Nothin’.”
“Mmhm…I’m onto you.”
“Doubt it,” he said, pushing his cheek out with his tongue lodged inside his mouth. “You have no idea what’s goin’ on in my head.”
“Care to enlighten me then?”
He scratched the back of his head and warily eyed their surroundings. “Don’t think it’s appropriate, pet.”
“Oh, no…” she said shaking her head.
“What?”
“Nuh-uh, cowboy. We are not doing that.”
He chuckled. “What on earth are you talking about?”
She leaned forward so he could hear her when she whispered, “If you think you’re going to fuck me in this restaurant, you’re sorely mistaken.”
William’s eyes flashed and he licked his lips, “Why, Buffy…what gave you that idea?” He clicked his tongue with mock disappointment. “I’m ashamed you’d think so little of my creativity when it comes to sex.”
“Right,” she said rolling her eyes playfully. “Because you weren’t just thinking that.”
“I wasn’t!”
She pursed her lips and William laughed softly again, placing the menu on the table.
“Well, not here anyway,” he admitted casually.
“Aha!” she shouted.
“Well that’s hardly the same thing,” he said, pouting. “So I was thinking about sex, what’s the big deal?”
She shook her head and placed her order as the waitress came over, never taking her eyes off of William. “I’ll have the taco salad, please.”
William’s tongue rolled against his teeth and then he held up his menu for the waitress. “I’ll have the El Gordo Especial with a side of jalapeños and a bowl of queso, please.” The waitress nodded and left the table to enter their orders.
“The El Gordo Especial?”
“It’s bloody brilliant! See, it has three chicken enchiladas, a tostada, one of those little empanada thingies, guacamole, sour cream, pico and a cheese taco.”
“Good Lord! No wonder they call it the El Gordo. You’re going to eat all of that?”
“Well…yeah?”
“It’s not fair.”
“What isn’t?”
“You can eat all that food and still look that good.”
“Well,” he said, leering, “I do what I can to keep in shape. All sorts of…physical activities.”
“That was lame, William,” she teased.
“Was not!”
“Yeah, it kinda was.”
“You love it.” He smiled and reached for the chips.
Buffy rested her cheek on her fist and sighed, watching William make short work of the complimentary chips and salsa, munching away like a man starved, doing it all with a smile on his face. In all the time she’d known him, not once had she ever seen him this happy. Not an hour ago, they were in the shower making love for the first time and everything changed then. He’d delicately dried her off, brushed the tangles out of her hair and continued kissing her shoulder and neck as she tried desperately to blow-dry her wet locks. The physical contact didn’t stop there. He started playing with her, hiding her underwear behind his back as she tried to get dressed, chased her around the room when she finally grabbed them, tackled her to the bed and growled against her neck. They laughed, rolled around, and he finally grabbed her waist, slung her over his knees and spanked her until she promised she wouldn’t wear any panties.
She denied him for a while, just to feel his hand on her ass a little longer, and then finally gave in when her stomach started growling. That’s when they ended up here, with William casting mischievous glances her way as if he were up to something, and she knew he was, especially with his request that she go commando and wear a skirt. But if he thought for one second that she’d let him have sex with her at some hole-in-the-wall restaurant that smelled like onions and jalapeños, he was in for a rude awakening. Kink or no kink, some things she just drew the line at and bathroom sex was one of them. Unless it was in a shower, and they’d already scratched that one off the list with a big fat red marker. Maybe the bathtub could be next.
But as she watched him grinning giddily, she couldn’t help but feed off his joy, not that she wasn’t feeling the same. She was, completely. What she thought would only be a one-time fantasy had turned into something bigger than she ever imagined, something important, something life-changing and something that she never wanted to end, as long as he continued to smile the way he was.
“So, Miss Sassy Pants, what do you want to do after lunch?”
“I don’t know,” she said thoughtfully, “what do you want to do?”
“I don’t really care. Whatever you want is fine with me.”
Oh, here we go, Buffy thought. “But what do you want to do?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Movie?”
“I could rent a movie, yeah.”
“All right then, what do you want to see?”
“I don’t really care, I’ll watch anything.”
“So you don’t mind if we watch No Country for Old Men?”
She wrinkled her nose. “What’s that?”
“It’s the new Cohen brothers movie, love. They’re bloody brilliant.”
“I don’t care if they’re brothers or whatever…what the heck is the movie about?”
“It’s a crime flick. ‘S got Tommy Lee Jones…”
“Ok, stop right there.”
“What’s wrong with Tommy Lee Jones?”
“I gave up on him after that whole Men in Black II business.”
“Oh, so you were on board for the first one, then? Veered off course in the sequel, did it?”
She giggled. “Shut up.”
He chuckled. “All right then, what do you want to see, since you obviously won’t watch just anything?”
“Well, we’d already be in a movie rental store, can’t we just look around?”
“I like to have an idea before I go in. If you don’t, you spend hours and hours in the place before you ever make a decision.”
“How do you know it will take me hours to make a decision?”
William pursed his lips and eyed her incredulously. “Buffy.”
“What?”
“I may not know all your dirty little secrets, but I have been your priest and teacher for the past two years. You, my friend, are indecisive as hell.”
Buffy blanched at that. Not at his knowledge of her indecisiveness, but the ease with which he’d stated his authoritative title. Priest. Teacher. And he said it without even flinching. “We could go to the movie theater instead?”
To that he grinned wickedly and she knew she’d fallen into his trap. “Much better idea, pet.” He brought his glass to his mouth and took a sip.
“Oh, so that’s where you plan on fucking me.”
He spit his drink out and laughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Buffy, Christ!”
“I’m right, though, aren’t I?” she said, beaming.
“Well, it is the middle of the day…hardly anyone would be there …got my long coat with me…”
“God, you try to be so mysterious.”
“Oh, but I am, luv. I am.”
Perhaps it was the way his eyes darkened slightly, or the tone he’d used, but as he said those words to her, she knew he was right. She didn’t know whether to be intrigued to dig a little deeper or frightened at what she might find. But William was a mystery. So many things she didn’t know about him, some of which she was starting to see in the fifteen minutes they’d been in the restaurant. For one, he had a sense of humor. And another thing – he had a dirty, one-track mind. She couldn’t fault him for that. Thirty-one years with no sex? Oh yeah, things needed to get worked out and explored in that cute curly head of his. She didn’t mind that at all. Not. At. All.
~*~*~*~
“Shine a Light. What’s that?”
“It’s a documentary about the Stones, love.”
“God, you’re old.”
“Am not! I’ll have you know, little missy, that thirty is the new twenty.”
“Need I remind you that you’re thirty-one?”
“Oh, big sodding difference, one year,” he said rolling his eyes.
“Yup, you’re an old fogey.”
“Uh, kitten? Hate to break it to you, but only old fogies use words like ‘old fogey’.”
“Whatever. And anyway, where did you get this brilliant bit of knowledge concerning age recession?”
“Read it in one of your girly mags while you were asleep this morning.”
Buffy covered her mouth and giggled. “You read my Cosmo?”
“I was bored out of my bloody mind!”
“You realize that they’re referring to women, right? That thirty is the new twenty…if you’re a woman.”
“Well, that’s sexist!” William angrily tossed his spent cigarette to the ground outside the movie theater and Buffy flinched slightly until she saw him turn around with a playful grin and knew he was just joking around. Which was kind of weird and refreshing at the same time. “So, men get older but women get younger? How’s that fair?”
“Women get fat but men get portly. It’s a trade-off.”
William smiled and casually slid his hand in hers as he stared up at the marquee. Buffy looked at the ground with a big grin and squeezed his hand. “Well, let’s see. It is 3:30 right now so…we can see the Rolling Stones documentary…or…Horton Hears a Who. And if you go for that one, I’m never speaking to you again.”
“You don’t like Dr. Seuss?”
William looked down at her and rolled his eyes. “When I was four, yeah.”
“So, you can’t find joy in watching children’s movies because you’re so old and full of hate?” She didn’t want to watch the damn movie but she was having too much fun ruffling his cute little feathers.
William looked at her and slowly blinked.
“Ok, ok…we’ll go see the stupid Rolling Stones documentary.”
He smiled and pulled her into the theater, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. He whispered huskily, “I promise you…this will be your new favorite movie.”
“Why, have you seen it already?”
William was about to shake her silly for missing his obvious innuendo when he caught her giggling. “You’re funny, you know that? A laugh riot.”
“Oh, I am, William. I’m hilarious,” she said with a straight face and William shook his head with mirth.
“Yeah, well…we’ll see who’s laughin’ in a minute.”
Just you wait, Buffy thought to herself. Oh, he thought he was being Mr. Suave, dropping the sexy hints all over the place, but she had a few tricks up her sleeve.
~*~*~*~
William was grinning like a school boy as they moved down the aisle to their seats, way in the back in the far left corner away from prying eyes. Luckily, there was only one other person in the theater and either he was blind as a bat or enjoyed distorted images because he sat in the very first row. He craned his neck back at the couple and made the devil signs with his fingers and shouted, “Woo! The Stones are about to blow your fuckin’ minds, man!” The stranger chuckled to himself and shifted in his seat, pounding on the arm rests as the trailers started. Buffy and William shared an amused look and collapsed in a fit of laughter, huddling into one another to stifle the sound.
Buffy swatted William’s hands when he reached inside her bag of Twizzlers, pointing at his large box of chocolate covered almonds. His bottom lip stuck out and she rolled her eyes, holding up a twisted red candy treat for him as she stared at the screen. He smiled and plucked it from her fingers and promptly shoved the entire thing in his mouth. William would never tell Buffy this, never in a million years, but not only was this their first date, but it was his first date. As in, ever. He was thrilled to pieces that he could take her out to eat and to a movie, always wanting to do just that with a girl. But this was better because not only did he get the meal and the flick, but he had the confidence to make out with her if he wanted, and…he just so happened to fancy her quite a bit and had a feeling she fancied him.
He shrugged his long coat off his shoulders. Buffy stopped mid-chew as she watched him lay the coat across the seat next to her and he yawned. She quickly swallowed her Twizzler and giggled as William did the move. The Move. The one teenage boys do because they think it’s smooth but really, it’s obvious and dorky and as his stretched out arm came down to rest on her shoulders, she closed her eyes and sucked in her cheeks to stop laughing in case she might hurt his feelings.
He leaned towards her and whispered, “Oh, yeah, baby…I got moves you’ve never seen.”
She laughed with relief. This playful, funny side of William was completely new territory, though she imagined from this point on that most things involving the sandy-blond man were going to be new. And she kind of liked it.
He reached between them and lifted the arm rest that proved to be more of a barrier than anything else and pulled her up against him. She instantly nuzzled into his side and propped her feet up on the seats in front of her. It was time to bring out the inner slut and drive him crazy. She tilted her head back and captured his ear lobe with her teeth and scooted down in her seat a bit which caused her skirt to pool around her waist. “Look,” she whispered, and continued her assault on his ear and neck.
William’s eyes opened and his jaw clenched in restraint, eyeing her bare pussy. The hand that wasn’t around her shoulders adjusted the crotch of his jeans as they became suddenly tight from his arousal. Her legs were spread apart and her hands were delicately tracing her folds. She moaned breathily, quietly, warmly…directly into his ear and he shivered. “Unzip your pants and pull out your cock,” she whispered, and then gently bit down on his jugular.
William’s hand around her shoulder latched on with desperation, dying to touch her but he did as she asked. Buffy was stroking herself fluidly, her legs opening and closing like an accordion, teasing him, and she nipped his lower lip. “Are you nice and hard for me?”
“Yes,” he said, lolling his head back as she continued to lick, suck and nip at his neck and lips.
“Touch it, William. I want to see you stroke your cock.”
His tongue darted out to wet his suddenly dry lips and his left hand curled around the base of his shaft. He slowly slid up to the head, rolling his thumb over it before descending again with an equally slow tempo, letting her see every inch of him. His hips pivoted slightly when his fingers lightly grazed his balls on the upstroke and Buffy timed her movements to his, though she never allowed herself to touch her clit. He’d be doing it for her in a minute. She was so turned on at the sight of him stroking himself, his eyes almost completely shut though she still felt his intense gaze on her through the thin slits of his lids. His tongue continued to slip out of his tensed mouth, his teeth bit his lip and his breath quickened as well as the thrust of his hips into his hand.
“Tell me where you want to put that cock, William,” she said coyly.
“Inside you…I want…please, Buffy. Need to touch you.”
“So touch me.”
He released his cock and leaned over, kissing her greedily as his hand slid down her stomach and finally cupped her mound. He groaned into her mouth when he felt how wet she was, uncaring if the stoner dude in the front row heard. Buffy broke away from his mouth, hissing as his fingers skillfully manipulated her clit. Her hand wrapped around his chin and she roughly pulled his mouth back to hers, biting and sucking his lips as he teased her entrance.
“Fuck me, Buffy. Get on my lap and fuck me right now or I’m comin’ over there.”
She bit her lip and flung one leg over his and straddled his waist. His mouth dropped open with a knowing smile as his nostrils flared slightly. He gripped her ass and stared up at her. “Come on, kitten.”
She poised herself inches from his erection, smirking at him as his hips lifted.
“Think you’re funny, do you?”
“I told you I was.”
“You want to test that theory?” he said huskily.
“Maybe.”
With a cocky little snarl of his upper lip, he hooked his hands behind her knees, tugged her forward and slammed his cock inside her with one fluid movement. Buffy cried out, loudly, and quickly covered her mouth, looking behind her to see if hippie dude in the front row heard. William turned her to face him again. “None of that, now. Just fuck me.” Before she could protest, his mouth was on hers and his hands were guiding her hips up and down the length of him. This position forced him deeper inside her, hitting her womb with every thrust. She tried desperately to stifle her moans and every time she did, he fucked her harder. He was trying to make her scream, and the jerk knew exactly how to make her do it.
When it seemed that she was tougher to crack than he thought, his hands moved from her hips counter clockwise. His left latched onto her clit and his right delicately pressed against her second hole. Her eyes begged him to take pity, but he had no interest in pity. In fact, if she’d lighten up, he might even join the chorus. But he had to bring out the big guns. Her head was buried against his shoulder, giving him easy access to her ear.
“Oh, Buffy,” whispered, his finger circling her second entrance, his other hand stroking her into madness. “Feel so good…so wet…fuck, kitten. Such a tight ass,” he said as his long digit pushed inside her.
“Please,” she pleaded pathetically, though the fluttering of her inner walls told him just what she was asking, not what she thought she needed.
“Please…stick it in your ass? Make you come? Make you scream as my cock pounds that tight…wet…warm little pussy of yours?”
“William!” she shouted, her orgasm shattering all around her as he pinched her clit and slid his finger inside, twisted his hips and thrust deep inside her.
“That’s it, baby…oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” And then his world came tumbling down as he growled and spilled inside her, she bounced up and down on him as she rode out the final pangs of her climax, panting and finally giggling when she realized how loud they were.
“That was fuckin’ awesome,” the stoner dude said. “Just like a real Stones concert, man!”
William laughed, wrapping his arms around Buffy when she buried her face in his chest. “Now see that, love? We have a fan.”
“I hate you so much,” she said giggling.
“Not the tune you were singin’ a minute ago, Buffy.”
“Do we have to stay until this is over?”
“What, you don’t want to give ol’ Hairy Garcia another show?”
She swatted his shoulder and slid off his lap, adjusting her skirt. “I think he’s had enough.”
“Well, I haven’t. So let’s go back to the hotel, shall we?”
“You’re insatiable.”
“Oh yeah, pet. You better believe it.”