I went on my first date since Work Crush. I had been talki..

I went on my first date since Work Crush. I had been talking to this guy I met online for a few days. We got along pretty well, he was very sweet and a decent conversationalist. It also didn’t hurt that he looked like a dumb little frat boy, those my absolute favorite. We got to talking about movies and he found out that I had never seen Treasure Planet. So, I invited him over for a nice night in and we watched it together. As the two of us watched, we kept talking and getting to know one another more. We also started to get comfortable with touching one another: I held onto his arm while he stroked my legs as I stretched them across his lap (I didn’t exactly dress cute, just running shorts and a low cut Henley, but it got the job done 💅). At some point Jack asked how tall I was. I told him I was 5’11”. He didn’t believe me at first, he is 5’11” too and thought he was taller, so he made me stand up and compare. He held his hand at the top of his head and moved it over to mine to see if it would touch. It did, then he continued and moved his hand to the back of my head, using it to pull me in close, and kissed me. I grabbed him by his collar and pulled him back to the couch with him in top of me. As we kissed, he began to slide his hands under my shirt and play with my tits. Eventually he lifted his arms, raising my shirt and pulling it off. He sat up and stared at my body for a moment. Then he grabbed my hips, lifted them to his chest, and pulled off my shorts and underwear. With my legs draped over his shoulders, my hands grabbing his hair and his on my tits, he lowered his head and slowly started sucking my cock. Afterward, he lifted his head and looked at me with a smirk. He grabbed my hands and stood up from the couch, pulling me with him and onto my knees in front of him. With his hand on the back of my head, he lifted my gaze up to him and said “I want you to suck my cock.” I opened my mouth, almost involuntarily, and wrapped it so deep around his cock that my eyes began to water as I watched him watch me. I eagerly sucked his cock until he leaned down, put his hands on the sides of my face, kissed me, and laid me down on the floor. He straddled my chest, leaned forward with his hands on the floor, and began to fuck my face. Oxygen deprived and euphoric, my body began to go limp. Jack sat up and looked at me laying flat on the floor. He grabbed me by the waist and slid me forward so that he was straddling my legs. He asked if he could fuck me. I said yes. He grabbed my legs and split them apart. I wrapped them around his waist and pulled myself up to him. I watched and felt him, concentrating, as he pressed his cock against my ass. We both let out a strained moan as he slowly slid his cock inside me. We were still for a moment, only the sound of us breathing, then he leaned forward and asked if I was okay. I said yes, we both smiled, and he continued to thrust his cock in and out of me. We slid across the living room floor as he fucked my until we ended up against the front door. He put one hand round my neck as he began to fuck me harder while his other hand stroked my cock. He began to sweat and pant and I could feel his cock getting even harder inside me until he finally managed to say through staggered breath “I’m gonna cum!” He pulled himself out of me and showered my tits, stomach, and cock in his cum. We were still again, only the sound of ya breathing but this time it was much much louder. I looked down at myself, my cum-covered body glistened as the light from the television reflected off of me. I looked up at him, he was exhausted. I pulled him down to me, wrapped myself around him and held him close, stroking his hair as he regained composure. Once he was better, he went and got me a towel to clean off. We made our way back to the couch and continued the movie as he held me until we both fell asleep. In talking to a friend a couple of days later, I said he “fucks like a jackrabbit”. We now lovingly refer to him as Jack. ... The next day, despite a gnarly hangover, was beautiful. I got an iced coffee, went for a drive through the country, then went shopping at Target like the basic bitch I am (where I found this cute 1970s-looking crop top 😍). There was a even going away party for Work Crush that night because it was their last day at work. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go, but I did. Work Crush, however, did not go. Skipping out on their own going away party, on brand to the bitter fucking end 🙄 I didn’t even get a text from them. Want to know who I did get a text from? Jack. I’m doing much better these days.