Ariana's First Serious Date
Copyright© 2025 by Ariana
Chapter 1
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 1 - This is a true story about my first date shortly after I lost my virginity to my cousin, which I recounted in my previous story, "My Awakening." Steve, my boyfriend, was the first non-related person to experience my intimate affection. This story takes place in simpler times, depicting a love story between two young adults as they embark on their journey into life and romance. It was an exciting time filled with suspense, hope, and heartache.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual Heterosexual True Story Masturbation Sex Toys
It’s a crisp Friday night, and I’m perched on the edge of my seat, as I wait for my date to arrive for our very first outing. Just a week ago, I crossed paths with Steve at the bowling alley, where the sound of rolling balls and cheerful laughter filled the atmosphere. We clicked instantly, weaving a connection that felt surprisingly effortless. When he called me on Wednesday with an invitation to the movies tonight, my heart did a little dance of excitement.
Steve is a senior at Turney High School, and I attend Hornerville High School. I can’t shake the giddy nerves as I glance at the clock, wondering if he’ll arrive soon. The night feels alive with possibilities.
Steve is tall and thin, with medium-dark brown hair, and is quite good-looking. He drives a neat blue Ford Falcon. Although the car is old, it remains in excellent condition. When he speaks, he has a Southern accent, which is amusing because my whole family has one, too, but I don’t, —go figure.
As for me, I stand at 5’5”, weighing around 120 pounds, with a figure that still boasts an attractive hourglass shape. Today, I’m dressed in a chic brown, white, and gold checked skirt that hits about two inches above the knee, accentuating my legs. My light brown long-sleeve shirt, buttoned neatly to the collar, adds sophistication to my look. Completing the outfit are knee-high brown socks and elegant two-inch black heels that elevate my stature. As I gaze into the mirror, I admire how the ensemble complements my shoulder-length blonde hair and captivating blue-gray eyes, creating a polished and appealing appearance.
The movie playing tonight is a comedy called “The Love Bug.” It’s about a Volkswagen that comes to life. It should still be fun. I hear Steve’s car pull into the driveway, and soon, there’s a knock at the door. My mother opens the door, and Steve steps in. He looks good, wearing black slacks and a blue long-sleeve pullover shirt. I step forward to introduce him to my parents. After some small talk, my dad reminds me to be home by 11:00.
As Steve opens the car door for me, I glance back at him and see a warm smile on his face. After I slide into the passenger seat, he gently closes the door and walks around to the driver’s side. Once inside, he shifts the car into reverse, and I scoot over to sit beside him, appreciating the lack of seat belts that allow for a more relaxed atmosphere.
“Ariana, you look nice,” he says, glancing my way with genuine admiration in his eyes. I blush slightly and reply, “Thank you,” feeling a flutter of happiness at his compliment.
When we pull into the theater parking lot, the vibrant marquis lights flicker overhead, announcing the evening’s showings. Steve steps out and purchases our tickets, the sound of the ticket machine clicking echoing in the background.
As we enter the dimly lit theater, the scent of freshly popped popcorn wafts through the air, evoking a sense of enticement and nostalgia. Steve turns to me and asks if I want anything from the snack bar. I shake my head with a smile, saying, “I don’t care for anything right now,” choosing to focus on the experience rather than the snacks.
We opted for seats toward the back left corner of the theater, allowing us more privacy and distance from the families with children scattered throughout the auditorium. The anticipation builds as we settle in, ready to enjoy the film together in our cozy corner retreat.
Steve reaches over, his fingers brushing against mine as he tenderly takes my hand and places it gently on my lap. As he leans in closer, the warmth of his presence envelops me, and he whispers, “You smell amazing.” A shy smile crosses my lips as I respond, “Thank you, it’s just good old soap and water.” His smile widens as he explains that he prefers it this way, admitting that some perfumes can be overpowering to him, making him feel unwell.
As the theater lights fade into darkness, the anticipation builds, and the curtain rises to reveal a stunning array of movie previews flickering on the screen. We lean into each other, our excitement palpable as we comment on the visuals before us, sharing our thoughts on which films spark our interest and which ones fall flat. The vibrant colors and dramatic soundtracks fill the air, creating an immersive atmosphere. Then, as the main feature begins, Steve’s hand slips from mine, only to have his arm wrap around my shoulders, drawing me closer. I lean into him, savoring his natural, clean scent that fills my senses, a comforting presence amidst the flickering light of the screen.
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