I hated this, I really did, but fine, this is the way it was supposedly done, then fuck it.

“Sir?” the guy at the desk asked.

“I am expecting someone, or someone is expecting me?” I spoke.

“Name?” he said in a tone.

“Lionel Pierce,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t find my name.

“Yes, here you are,” he said.

He motioned for one of the wait staff and muttered something.

“This way sir,” the gentlemen said as I walked off.

The place was dimly lit.

I was going to have a word with my so-called friends. They wanted me to change, be more outright, and like them, do things like them. So, here I am.

She smiled as I sat down.

The date they had set me up with. She looked their type, not my type, of course. ‘Why stick with what I like,’ I thought as she talked about herself.

I tried to listen and pay attention, but she wasn’t close to my type, looks or otherwise. But again, they said I had to change, or I wouldn’t move forward and just be stuck with what I was and who I was like that was bad.

I pretended to feign interest and talked about things that I liked, things that they told me to say. ‘Cookie cutter,’ was the word used often in our conversation.

‘Well, what do you know,’ I thought as she smiled. ‘She fucking fell for it.’

I continued talking, and before the end of the dinner, she put her hand across the table and held mine.

I could hear my friend’s voice in my head. “I told you so!”

We walked out of the restaurant and headed to her car.

“Call me,” she said as she slipped a note into my hand.

“Sure,” I replied.

I didn’t call or tell my friends anything. I knew what they would say and their response even before we talked. I didn’t want to hear it.

This wasn’t me! It was them! I stared at the note, thinking of throwing it in the trash. ‘Why should I change?’ I thought, staring at it.

There were many reasons why I had talked to them, things I didn’t like doing by myself, things I wanted to do before I made other decisions that would impact my life, so why was I so hesitant to change?

‘See it as a test,’ one of my friends had said.

‘A tryout,’ the other nagged.

“Fine!” I yelled to no one.

I lived alone and had been alone for years.

I picked up my cell phone and dialed.

Her voice filled my head, and I instantly knew this was a bad idea. But I pushed onward.

We talked for almost twenty minutes before I couldn’t stand it anymore; I pretended I had to do something important for work and would continue the conversation another time.

“Better than the last date,” my friend said as I told them about what happened.

“Yeah, it will get better, trust us,” the other winked.

“Whatever,” I drank my beer and stared at them.

They were so smug, but they were happy, and maybe that’s what I wanted: to be happy about this and not be alone.

“That’s her, isn’t it?” one asked as my phone went off.

“Yup,” I stared at the screen.

“Go ahead answer it.”

I did, and they couldn’t contain their laughter when they heard me talk nice to someone. ‘Nice, me, being nice!’ I couldn’t stand it.

She wanted to meet again at her place.

“Might get lucky,” one of my friends said as I hung up.

“When was the last time, that happened?” the other asked.

‘Too long,’ I thought.

I quickly went home and got changed, even shaved for the first time in almost four years. I didn’t want to go there like a wilderness man.

She greeted me at the door, wearing tight jeans and a white top. I walked inside; it was a lovely, elegant house. If she saw the mess that was in my apartment, she would throw me back outside.

Things moved fast once we sat down. Before I knew it, our clothes were on the floor, and her mouth was wrapped around my cock.

‘A fucking blowjob,’ I thought, watching her dark brown hair go up and down. ‘Hadn’t had one in four years.’

She was no expert at it, but I wouldn’t stop her from enjoying herself. She even licked and sucked on my balls. Luckily, I decided to shave everything.

She looked up at me with my ball sack in her mouth and winked.

‘Kinky bitch!’ I thought as I shoved my cock back into her mouth.

She loved it. I had to give it to her. Even though, on the outside, she looked like a prissy bitch from the upside of town; she was a keeper. Swallowing my cum after the second time I met her.

She took me upstairs, and we fucked. No condom needed. I tried to put it on my dick, and she snatched it from my hand and threw it across the room.

I fucked her hard, deep, and fast. No romantic lead up, or anything, just fucking because that’s what she wanted; I watched my cock go inside her, then looked at the picture of her and the husband on the nightstand.

‘Poor prick!’ I thought as I fucked her hard.

After I was done and came inside her, she showed me the door and blew me a kiss as she closed the door.

‘Maybe they were onto something,’ I thought as I started my car.