This story happened a while ago, but nothing better to do on a rainy day than write a steamy piece of erotica! Rose and I met on a dating app and after a few days of chatting, she agreed to come over for dinner. Rose proudly said that she found my entire internet footprint, so she was comfortable coming over to my place right away, but I highly doubt that she found my Reddit account. With one last strict “no sex on the first date comment,” we arranged a date and time when my roommate was away, and she kindly offered to bring a salad and a bottle of wine. I met Rose outside and accepted the salad but firmly placed the wine back in her car, not wanting the alcohol to cloud any judgment and lead to her going further than she wanted.

Rose (22) was tall at 5”9 with jet-black hair and blue eyes. She wore a wine-colored dress with a plunging neckline, emphasizing a very nice cleavage, and hugged her hips and ass. The dress was not very long, and I was distracted every time she crossed and uncrossed her legs. We sat down to dinner and had a nice, if light conversation for a first date, not frisky at all, but definitely flirty. Soon after dessert, we settled down on the couch, and that’s when the touching started. Our conversation remained non-sexual, but I caressed Rose’s arm while her hand rested on my thigh. Soon enough, I saw Rose close her eyes and lean forward, her soft pink lips ready for a kiss. We silently kissed on my couch for a long time, slow and exploratory at first, but passionate and aggressive after just a couple of minutes.

We had finished dinner, but our mouths were very hungry for each other, and it was like we couldn’t get enough. My hand reached up to cup her boob, and my thumb pressed against her already hard nipple. Rose was flushed and panting when we broke the kiss, my hand still teasing her soft breast. “Your bed?” Rose asked shyly. “But no sex,” she added quickly, to perhaps dispel any ideas that may be growing in my mind. She didn’t need to ask twice, and I grabbed her hand, leading her to my bedroom. No clothes came off, but we did get under the covers and cuddled close to resume kissing. On our sides, my hands were now able to caress and grope her sweet ass while Rose could grind into me as close as she desired.

I was hard as a rock long before Rose seductively straddled me, lifting her skirt so it wouldn’t be stuck between our bodies and offering me just a glimpse of her cotton panties. Rose got a devilish glint in her blue eyes and said, “So, you’re applying to law school, huh? Are you political? Tell me about your views.” I have very niche views and don’t align with any political party. Definitely not a first date conversation, and not a conversation I wanted to have while Rose was sitting on my hard cock. I tried to push her off and cupped her tits while continuing a rhythmic rocking of our hips. Rose slapped my hands away playfully and told me that I wasn’t going to avoid the question.

Rose crawled off of me for a second and then unzipped my pants before sliding them down my legs. When she sat back down on my throbbing erection, I felt how warm her pussy was, pressed right against me. “I’m wet right now, but I bet you knew that,” Rose whispered, upping the ante. My hands grasped at the cool soft skin of her ass, and I broke. “Pick a topic, and I’ll tell you.” Rose chortled, clearly enjoying the effect she had on me, and mentioned something that was in the news at the time. I knew we were going to disagree about it, but I did not expect Rose to react the way she did when she heard my view. Rose pulled her soft boobs out of the top of her dress and simply said, “Tell me why you think that.”

It was incredibly difficult to convey my viewpoint with that view in front of my eyes, not to mention the way Rose’s soft panties and pussy were pressed up against the underside of my erection. To her credit, Rose let me explain myself fully and didn’t interrupt at all until I said my piece. But as soon as I was done, the questions came fast and furious, with her grinding accelerating to match the pace of her questions. “Fuck, this is hot, you’re riling me up!” Rose half groaned, half whispered, faux riding me. I pulled her down to kiss me and slid my hand into the back of her panties, “you sure you don’t wanna leave after our little debate?” I whispered in her ear, only half in jest. “My clit has been pressed up against your cock for the past 15 minutes; I’m not going anywhere,” she replied and started riding me with reckless abandon. Rose straightened up and threw her head back as I pawed at her exposed tits, pinching her puffy nipples before sliding my hands down to her hips.

I held Rose in place, desperately grinding her clit against my throbbing erection between two very thin pieces of cotton until she came hard and collapsed in my arms. From arguing to orgasm was maybe 5 minutes, and the dichotomy of our actions was extremely arousing. Clearly a sapiosexual, Rose was turned on by the prospect of intellectual conversation and debate, regardless of whether or not our viewpoints aligned. We made out for a while, and Rose let my hands explore her soft curves before telling me how hot the debate made her. I rolled her over onto her back and then crawled between her legs, kissing her thighs and tummy before my face made its way between her legs. I kissed her black cotton panties with little glow-in-the-dark stars and dragged my finger agonizingly slowly over her clit. Rose giggled and told me to pick the next topic. While under the guise of thinking, I kissed every single one of those little stars and teased the edges of her panties, pulling them down to expose a neatly trimmed bush.

I was in no rush, and neither was Rose, but I offered up a topic and then breathed my hot breath against her tingling pussy while she squeezed her thick thighs against my neck and thought. I was somewhere between kissing and licking her panties when she gave me her opinion, and I bit her inner thighs while thinking of my retort. Rose pulled my hair, and I could smell her arousal as we began the second round of debating, riling her up even more than the first time. I clambered up to lay on top of her while she wrapped her legs around me, missionary style. The first debate was in cowgirl, but this time, our mouths were touching each other’s ears while we argued. My dick was still pressed against her slightly exposed pussy, and I slid my arms underneath her to hold her tight.

We slowly and rhythmically thrust our bodies into each other, and soon, Rose’s breathing shifted from excited and quick to slow and ragged. “I want you,” she moaned into my ear, and I could see the internal struggle in her eyes. Rose never had sex on the first date, but she never had a first date like this one. We were both very physically and intellectually stimulated, and it was already almost 2 am. Rose came over around 8 pm, making this a very long first date. I was very torn, because I had given her my word, but this just seemed to be extenuating circumstances. Luckily, that decision didn’t need to be made yet because as soon as I started to kiss Rose’s soft neck, with traces of her perfume still perceptible, while grinding into her, she came again.

I held Rose tight as the waves of pleasure rolled through her, and then we both separated to catch our breath, and I got some water. I definitely needed to walk off this throbbing erection, and I felt the onset of the blue balls ache. We lounged around the bed and talked about NYC public transportation, of all things, until Rose was ready for another debate. Her question, presumably the one she was waiting to ask all night, built on the prior conversations and was the touchiest yet. My shirt was off, and Rose rolled over to plant the slowest, softest kisses on my neck, chest, and abs while I explained what I thought. Rose rubbed my torso sexily and said, “If I ride you again, then I’m going to need you inside of me.” I kissed her and asked her if we should just touch ourselves while we debate. Rose loved that idea. We stripped down fully naked and leaned up on pillows against the headboard.

It was a little weird to jerk off while thinking about geopolitics and world leaders, but I focused on watching Rose tease her clit. Rose told me that she had already cum twice and didn’t think she was going to cum again without grinding or a toy, but was happy to put on a show for me. And put on a show she did: eyes rolled back, splayed out on my bed, and moaning while she spread her lips and watched me stroke my cock. It was a riveting topic and great debate, but it trailed off as soon as I told her that I was close. Which wasn’t very long as I was backed up and throbbing. Rose quickly scooted over to me and said, “I want you to cum all over me.” I got on my knees and settled between her spread legs.

Rose’s feet massaged my thighs as she talked dirty to me, recounting how we rolled around the bed all night and debated. She told me how hard she came for me and asked if I liked feeling her big boobs and trimmed bush. Finally, she told me to cum for her, to cover her with my cum, and to let out all of my pent-up frustration. I was aiming for her belly button, but the first couple of ropes hit her boobs, neck, and chin while the last drops landed on her black bush. I was drained, and it showed, but I quickly got her a warm towel and asked her if she wanted to take a shower. Rose told me that she had to go home and she would shower there, but we cleaned up, got dressed, and made out for a bit more while talking about nothing in particular. It was definitely an interesting night and first date, and when I checked my phone after walking her to her car; it was after 5 am.