Ariana's First Serious Date
Copyright© 2025 by Ariana
Chapter 3
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
Morning light spilled into the room, a soft golden glow that nudged me from my dreams. I stirred slowly, caught in the sweet web of memories that had me smiling before my eyes even opened. But before I could swing my feet to the floor and embark on the day ahead, I paused, allowing myself a moment of contemplation. I needed to savor the joy of last night just a little longer, letting its warmth settle into my heart as my fingers touched my magic spot, and I built for the release that flooded over me.
On Tuesday, I was thrilled to receive a call from Steve; his voice brought an immediate rush of joy. Hearing him say that he missed me filled my heart with warmth, and I could feel a smile spreading across my face as I echoed his sentiments. The anticipation of reconnecting with him made my heart race.
As we chatted, he inquired about my plans for the upcoming weekend, and I confessed that I hadn’t given it much thought, but I was eager for us to spend some time together. He suggested we catch a showing of “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid,” mentioning it was the only film playing that weekend. I brightened at the idea—what a perfect choice! I eagerly agreed, my excitement bubbling over.
He told me he would come by to pick me up at 7:00, with the movie starting at 7:30—just enough time for us to savor the moment. I reassured him that I would be ready and planned to dress casually, wanting to feel comfortable yet put together for our evening. As I hung up the phone, a sense of anticipation washed over me, making me look forward to the weekend even more.
I selected a graceful, slim-fitting dress adorned with an elegant orange pattern that danced across its fabric. The delicate gathering at the shoulder, just above the bicep, added a touch of sophistication. A coordinating 2-inch tie cinched my waist, tied loosely on the side, giving the ensemble a casual yet refined flair. To complete the look, I slipped on short, crisp white socks paired with chic black shoes that offered comfort with their flat soles. My mother skillfully styled my hair, and as I gazed into the mirror, I was pleasantly surprised by my reflection—radiant and poised, I felt quite stunning.
Steve arrived precisely on time, his smile lighting up the evening. As he pulled me into his embrace, a rush of warmth surged through me, and he sealed the moment with a passionate kiss that left me breathless. The engine roared to life, and we set off, the city lights twinkling like stars as we made our way to the theater.
Once there, the aroma of buttery popcorn filled the air, and Steve treated us to a warm, fluffy bucket to share. We laughed and joked, yet when we approached the concession stand, we discovered the theater’s strict no-drinks policy. With a playful shrug, we decided to skip the drinks for the night.
As we entered the theater, a sense of nostalgia washed over me. We chose the same seats we had occupied on our first date, and as I settled in next to Steve, I felt the excitement of the evening unfold, knowing it would be another memorable chapter in our journey together.
Once again, we settled into our plush seats, the warm aroma of buttery popcorn in air as we watched the previews for the upcoming films. The theater dimmed, casting a comforting darkness around us, and as the opening credits rolled, we leaned back, surrendering to the experience. Steve’s hand found its way to my thigh, his fingers dancing softly across my skin, sending delightful shivers up my spine. In response, I placed my hand on his leg, feeling the warmth radiating from him. The sensation of his touch against my bare skin was intoxicating, wrapping me in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy that pulled my attention away from the big screen. I could hardly concentrate on the unfolding Western tales, my mind adrift, captivated more by the electric chemistry between us than by the movie itself.
Steve’s hand continued to caress my bare leg and was slowly inching upward. I gently squeezed his thigh, my heart racing as I pondered the meaning of my gesture—did it signal a desire to stop or an invitation to continue? Confusion swirled in my mind as he turned toward me, his warm breath dancing along my skin as he kissed his way from my neck to my ear. A shiver ran down my spine when he softly whispered, “I would like you to be my steady girlfriend.” In that electric moment, I turned to him, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss that spoke the words I couldn’t say out loud: yes, I would like that very much.
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