As I sat at the table cradling my cup of tea, I contemplated making a run for it. Checking my watch, I ascertained that there were still fifteen more minutes before he was due to arrive, so I could easily leave enough money on the table to pay for my drink and go. I’d be hiding behind my curtains at home before he even arrived.

It wouldn’t work, though. He knew where I lived, so if I didn’t turn up, he’d come around to my house to see if everything was all right. He was that kind of guy.

I berated myself for thinking about standing him up. He didn’t deserve that, not one bit. I was just being a wimp. We’d have a lovely afternoon, I was sure of it. After all, we’d already had dozens of conversations and spent quite a lot of time with one another, and yet this was our first official date. The first time we’d be alone together – albeit it in a busy cafe.

The thing that was terrifying me the most wasn’t that this was a date, it was that we’d be there without our buffers. Otherwise known as our dogs, Sparky and Chance.

That’s how we’d met. I’d been walking Sparky through the park one afternoon and spotted a man and his dog coming in the other direction. I’d expected a polite smile and a nod as we passed, but the canines obviously had other ideas. They’d both strained on their leads to sniff at one another, and as I tugged at Sparky’s lead to pull him away, it became apparent that he didn’t want to leave. Nor did the other dog. Sighing, I let Sparky do his own thing for a little while, hoping the pair would tire of their bottom-sniffing and allow us all to go our separate ways.

The other dog’s owner had obviously had the same idea, and we stood opposite one another as our pets examined one another. I had the awful thought that Sparky was going to try mount the other dog and embarrass the hell out of me, so I had to ask, “Is yours a dog or a bitch?”

“A dog.”

I heaved a sigh of relief. “Ah, mine too. They certainly seem to like each other.”

We looked down, then back up at each other, smiling.

And that was how it started. We ended up chatting about our dogs; their breeds, their age, funny anecdotes, and so on. The entire time I was thinking about how attractive he was. He had dark cropped hair, lovely hazel eyes and a killer smile. His voice and laugh also had the ability to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up – in a good way.

By the time we parted ways, dragging our reluctant pets behind us, I had the world’s biggest crush. And I didn’t even know his name.

Later, it occurred to me to wonder why I hadn’t seen him around before. I’d always walked Sparky on that park, and I’d have certainly remembered seeing him there.

A few days later, I found out. I was taking a brief pause in my work as a self-employed accountant, and happened to look out of the window just as he walked past with his dog, who I now knew was called Chance.

My brief pause became considerably longer as I scrambled downstairs to put some shoes and a coat on, grab Sparky’s lead and head out of the door, with a confused-looking dog padding along behind me. I knew I was behaving like a crazy woman, but I didn’t care. Ever since we’d met in the park, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. It was insane, and ever so slightly disturbing, but I couldn’t help it.

He’d done something to me, and damned if I wasn’t going to see it through. It occurred to me that he might not be available or he might not fancy me, but I wasn’t bothered. I’d rather know either way, than spend more time torturing myself about it.

I walked towards the park, taking a different route to the one he and Chance had used, meaning we’d probably meet in the middle, like we had before. I just hoped he was heading for the park. There were plenty of other places he could have gone, and I couldn’t wander aimlessly around the entire village looking for him. That would be full on stalker behaviour, as opposed to the milder form I was adopting now.

Thankfully, though, my scheming paid off. As planned, we met in the middle of the park. As soon as we got close to one another, our respective animals’ joy at seeing each other meant it would be almost impossible to pass by without talking again.

“Hello again,” he said, as we stood side by side, watching our excitable pets.

“Hi,” I replied, biting back the next words that wanted to come out of my mouth. Fancy seeing you here.

“Shall we let ’em off for a run?” he said, indicating the dogs.

My response was to bend and unclip Sparky’s lead from his collar. My new crush did the same for Chance. They immediately bounded off, playing some crazy game of chase, and I headed towards a nearby bench with the guy in tow.

This time, I found out more about him. His name was Jake and he’d just moved to the area. That explained why I hadn’t seen him before. From there, we chatted about a variety of things, and although I didn’t ask him outright, the way he spoke led me to believe he was free and single. I mentally rejoiced. Our talk remained fairly superficial, and any lull in conversation was taken up by the antics of the dogs, who occasionally bounded over to us to say hello in their panting doggy way, leaving muddy paw prints on our clothes, then ran off again.

Which is why I was so terrified of our being on an actual date. Up until now, the dogs had always been there as a talking point if we ran out of things to say, and an excuse to go home after an appropriate length of time. They’d helped us avoid awkward silences, and given us an excuse to be there in the first place.

This time, however, we were going it alone. I felt pressured to be witty and entertaining and make sparkling conversation. The fact that I really liked him made so much worse, too. I was just about to make a mental list of things we could talk about when he walked in. I had a few seconds to admire him before he glanced in my direction and smiled before heading over to the table.

Desperate not to show my nervousness, I went for the nonchalant look, taking a sip of my tea and hoping that he didn’t notice when I dribbled some down my chin. I swept the back of my hand across my face as subtly as possible and was once again cradling my cup when Jake reached me.

“Hi Debbie,” he said, his proximity already causing my heart rate to increase, “can I get you a top up?” He indicated my drink.

“Yes, please. That would be lovely. Tea with milk and two sugars, please.”

Giving a nod, Jake made his way to the counter. I watched him go, enjoying the spectacular view of his rear end, and desperately hoping he wouldn’t turn and catch me looking.

Soon, he was back with our drinks and he quickly engaged me in conversation. We’d already covered all the basic stuff people talk about in our many chats in the park, so we were onto deeper stuff, like exes, education, family; that kind of thing. It wasn’t until I finished my second drink – which was tepid by then – that I happened to glance at my watch.

“Bloody hell, is that the time?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

Jake raised an eyebrow. “You got somewhere else you need to be?”

“No, not at all. I just didn’t realise we’d been here that long. I bet poor Sparky’s crossing his legs though!”

Jake grinned. “I bet he is. I left Chance in the garden, so he’ll be fine. Do you need to go back and check on him? I’ll walk you back if you want.”

I don’t know what it was that made me suddenly so bold, but my next words surprised even me. “I’ve got a better idea.” I lowered my voice. “Rather than paying for tea here, why don’t we go back to my house and have some for free? Or you can even have something else to drink, if you like!”

“Oooh, you do spoil me,” Jake said with a wink, sipping the last of his drink. “But I like your idea very much. Just let me go and settle our bill and I’ll meet you outside.”

Before I could mention paying my share, he’d jumped up and was already moving to the counter. Sighing happily, I made sure everything was in my bag, grabbed my coat and headed outside. I was just thinking about how hot Jake was and wondering if he fancied me as much as I fancied him when he appeared next to me.


“Yep. Sure you can handle the long walk?” I was being sarcastic, of course. My house was just a few minutes’ walk away.

“Oh, I think so. There’s life in the old boy, yet!”

I elbowed him playfully in the side. “Hey, if you’re an old boy, then that makes me an old girl!”

“How so?”

“Well, I’m only a year younger than you.”

We had a tongue-in-cheek argument about who was old and who wasn’t, and soon we were back at my house. Grabbing my keys and unlocking the back door, we were met by an excitable Sparky, who bounded around our legs a couple of times, then disappeared into the garden. We shrugged off our coats and hung them on the rack by the door, which I left open so Sparky could get back in. Then I moved into the kitchen and filled and flicked on the kettle.

I turned to ask Jake what he wanted to drink, fully expecting him to be looking around the house – I know I would have been had the roles been reversed – but instead was startled to find him standing close behind me.

“Oh, h-hello,” I said, his proximity making me nervous, “you all right?”

“Yes,” he replied quietly. His intense gaze made my heart pound, and an unexpected rush of arousal headed to my groin. He said nothing else, just continued to look at me, and I had to resist the temptation to squirm.

“Are you all right…” He took a step closer, trapping me between his warm body and the work top, “…with this?”

I gulped. “Y-yes.”

“Good, because I’d really like to kiss you now.”

My mouth went dry, and I couldn’t speak. Instead, I nodded.

Jake took that as his cue – thankfully – and leaned towards me. I closed my eyes, and felt goosebumps wash over my body in anticipation of his lips touching mine. In reality, the wait was only milliseconds, but it felt like longer. Perhaps because I’d been daydreaming about it for so damn long.

Finally, his mouth pressed against mine. His kiss was chaste at first, but the longer our lips were in contact, the more I wanted. By the time I felt Jake’s tongue seeking entry to my mouth, I was hungry for it. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him more tightly to me. A little thrill of pleasure ran through me as I felt his erection pressing against my stomach.

Before things could get too hot and heavy in the kitchen, however, we were interrupted by Sparky jumping up at us, no doubt wondering what he was missing out on. Jake and I parted, laughing at the dog’s antics, though I silently cursed him. Things had been going so well.

“Do you, uh, want to take this upstairs?” Jake said, his face serious again now.

I nodded emphatically, then took his hand and led him up to my bedroom. I didn’t trust myself to speak, so hoped that my body language would do all the talking.

Closing the door behind us, I prayed my nerve wouldn’t give out on me now. We’d gotten this far, so he obviously wanted to be with me, and hopefully as more than just a one-off.

I walked over to where Jake stood beside my bed – I’m an obsessively tidy person, so I didn’t have to worry about embarrassing things being strewn about my room – and put my hands on the hem of his t-shirt. He grinned down at me, which bolstered my confidence, and I pushed the material up his torso, revealing a very attractive body. He wasn’t a body-builder, not by any stretch of the imagination, but he clearly looked after himself. A scattering of dark hair grew over his pecs and tapered down his stomach, before disappearing into the waistband of his jeans.

A moan escaped my lips, and I blushed as Jake laughed. “Well, it’s nice to be appreciated. Care to return the favour?”

He tugged the top over his head and dropped it on the floor. Then he kicked off his shoes. I followed suit, removing my boots, but was more hesitant when it came to my blouse. Jake wasn’t so reticent. He grabbed my hands and pulled me to him.

“Debbie, you’re beautiful,” he said, tucking my hair behind my ears, “so let me see you.”

My face coloured again, but I undid the buttons of my shirt and removed it. A low whistle came from Jake.

“Honey, tell me you have condoms, because I want you bad.”

His blatant and oh-so-sexy words finally pushed me through the barrier of shyness, and my arousal took over. Grinning at him, I began to remove the rest of my clothes, hoping he would follow suit. He did, and soon we were both totally naked.

With a sauciness that I didn’t know I had in me, I shoved Jake so he fell backwards onto my bed, then grabbed a condom from my bedside drawer – thankfully it was still in date – and handed it to him. Joining him on the bed, I watched as he undid the rubber and rolled it down his erect cock. My pussy was so swollen by now that it felt heavy, and I was desperate to have Jake’s thick dick inside it, fucking me.

My rational, shy mind having fled, I said the words out loud, then clapped a hand over my mouth in shock.

Raising an eyebrow, Jake said, “Why is your hand over your mouth? Do you want to fuck me, or not?”

“Of course,” I whispered, “I’m just not normally this forward.”

Jake shifted up the bed so his head was on the pillows, and held out a hand.

“I think we’re beyond all that now, don’t you? I want you, you want me. Now come here.”

I did as he said, making to lie beside him, but he stopped me.

“No, not there. On top of me. I said I wanted you bad, remember? And that means now. We’ve got plenty of time to go slow, later. Or tomorrow. Or the day after.”

Well, he’d certainly answered my question about it being a one-off. Glad we were on the same page, I straddled him, kneeling so I was hovering just over his cock. I looked at his face, and the expression on it sent another jolt of lust to my already overloaded pussy. He was rapt, watching me, waiting for me to sink onto his eager cock.

“Debbie,” he said, his voice almost a whisper, “please…”

I grasped his latex covered shaft and lifted it so the tip of his prick was in the right position. Then, unable to wait any longer, I dropped down onto him. Our mutual groans filled the room, and I collapsed down onto his chest, wanting to have as much contact as possible.

I captured his bottom lip with my teeth, giving a playful nip. I was surprised to feel his cock twitch inside me.

“Oh,” I said, releasing him with a grin, “so you’re into a bit of pain, are you?”

“I’m into a lot of things, Debbie, and I’m sure you are, too. But we’ve got plenty of time for all that. Now please, just fuck me.”

I was happy to oblige. I rolled my hips, savouring the feel of his cock stretching me, and the way my clit rubbed against his body. I increased my pace, closing my eyes as waves of pleasure rolled over and over me, and I felt my orgasm growing close, just waiting to be triggered.

Then, just as I was really getting into a rhythm, Jake’s hands gripped my hips and he rolled us over so he was on top.

“I’m really sorry, babe, but you’re driving me crazy. In a good way.” His smile was bright, almost manic with his lust. “But I really have to come. Hold on tight.”

Crossing my ankles around his legs and my arms around his neck, I did as I was bidden. And boy, was I glad I did. After a couple of thrusts, Jake then began to fuck me like a man possessed. I clung onto him, rendered silent by extreme pleasure. Then, as I felt my pussy tighten around him, I planted my feet on the bed, meeting him thrust for thrust until my climax hit with a delicious vengeance and I stuffed a corner of a pillow into my mouth to stifle my screams.

Jake clearly couldn’t hold out as my pussy contracted around him, and he gave a series of shallow thrusts before letting out a roar and freezing in place. His cock leapt and twitched, releasing its load inside the rubber.

Jake leaned down to me, propping his weight on his forearms and gave me a toe-curling kiss that was hot enough to get me started all over again.

“Fucking hell,” he said, pulling away, “that was so hot. I feel like I was waiting forever to do that.”

“Me too,” I replied. “I fancied you almost as soon as we met.”

“Really? I must confess, the feeling was mutual.”

“So why did it take you so long to ask me out?”

“Why didn’t you ask me out?”

My response was to reach up and tickle his ribs. He rolled off me with a guffaw. Discarding the condom, he reached over to retaliate for my tickle, and as we fell about the bed in a series of squeals and giggles, I realised it didn’t matter who asked who out.

All that mattered was now, and what happened next. And, as I noticed his cock begin to stiffen again, I suspected what happened next was going to be very nice indeed.


“Going it Alone” was first published in Best Erotic Romance 2014, a Cleis Press anthology edited by Kristina Wright. Find out more about Lucy Felthouse and her writing at her website.

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