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Ariana's First Serious Date

Copyright© 2025 by Ariana

Chapter 2

True Story Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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  

The week stretched out before me, each day feeling like an eternity, and I found myself convinced that the weekend would never arrive. Then, on Wednesday night, my phone rang, and a rush of excitement surged through me when I heard it was Steve. As we talked, our conversation flowed effortlessly for about 15 minutes, filled with laughter and shared stories. However, the moment was interrupted when I heard his mother’s voice cutting through the air, reminding him not to monopolize the phone line. It brought me back to reality, but the warmth of our chat lingered like a sweet aftertaste.

At last, Friday had arrived, and I eagerly dove into the whirlwind of preparations for my much-anticipated date. I meticulously primed my skin, layered the vibrant polish on my fingernails, and carefully painted each one to perfection. My mom stepped in to help style my hair, weaving it into a lovely arrangement that framed my face beautifully. To cap off the excitement, my parents generously allowed me to choose a new dress, and my heart raced with joy as I found the perfect one.

The dress was a stunning sleeveless piece adorned with a charming black and white checkerboard pattern that danced with every movement. It flared gently at the hem, creating an enchanting silhouette, while a sleek two-inch black belt cinched my waist, accentuating my figure. I completed the look with sheer nylons and elegant black heels, the kind that had a delicate strap that hugged my ankles. Each detail came together to make me feel confident and ready for a magical evening.

As the clock struck seven on Friday, an excited anticipation filled the air, and finally, the long-awaited knock echoed through the house. My mother greeted Steve with a warm smile, welcoming him into our home. When I stepped out of my room, he looked at me with bright eyes and exclaimed, “Wow, Ariana, you look fantastic!” With a flourish, he carefully pinned a beautiful corsage onto my dress, its vibrant colors a perfect match for the occasion. After exchanging smiles and whispers of encouragement with my parents, we bid them farewell. We set off into the night toward Turney High School, anticipation buzzing between us like the energy of the stars overhead.

The auditorium was transformed into a wonderland, draped in vibrant shades of blue and white, with delicate bunting swaying gently overhead. As we stepped inside, the enchanting melodies enveloped us, weaving a magical atmosphere. Steve made me feel like a fairy princess, radiating an undeniable charm as I clutched a cup of punch that burst with flavors reminiscent of Hawaiian Punch. We mingled and exchanged laughs with his numerous friends, each moment a delightful snapshot of joy and connection.

As a soft, romantic song filled the air, a rush of excitement coursed through me. This was my moment with Steve. He pulled me close, wrapping his strong arms around me, and I felt the warmth of his body against mine, moving in perfect harmony. In that intimate dance, the world around us faded away, leaving just the rhythm of our hearts pulsing in sync.

We had such an incredible evening, and Steve proved to be an exceptional dancer, effortlessly moving in time with the rhythm. The atmosphere was electric as we embraced the music, twirling and swaying through a variety of dances, from the lively Twist to the smooth Stroll. Steve filled each step with laughter and joy as we let ourselves get lost in the moment.

Alas, the dance finally drew to a close, signaling that it was time to return home. With a hint of reluctance, Steve turned to me and said, “We still have about an hour before I need to drop you off. Is there anything you’d like to do?”

A smile crept across my face as I replied, “Let’s find a quiet place where we can talk.”

 
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