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I parked my compact rental in the apartment complex, away from other cars under the canopy of a large Oak. It was nearing 7:30 in the evening but Florida Septembers are still brutally warm until the sun is long gone.
I had a rental because my car had been stolen a week prior. I was in this apartment complex because it was a third date with a girl I'd met on Match. Neither incident was related but my mind was cluttered with my future. I had come over by her invite and had no expectations. I just needed company after a long week.
I am average, maybe slightly higher. Five-foot ten, dark blonde hair comb length and parted on the right. Blue eyes and a summer tan. Running marathons and cycling keeps me slim and high-energy with thick quads and a cut if light upper body.
Kim had invited me over for Monday Night Football. She was a Chicago native and her Bears were playing the hated Packers in Favre's last hurrah, maybe.
Our previous two dates had been to nice restaurants sizing each other up, building subtle chemistry. The first date ended with a hug in a parking lot. The second date was capped by a kiss, a little tongue, at her apartment door.
Tonight, I was bringing a cheap flower bouquet, a bottle of wine and some chips. I don't drink and she was making burgers.
I gathered my gifts and walked around a small retention pond dressed fancy for lakefront ambiance and knocked on her door. Kim opened the door as I semi-melted in the heat. She was wearing black pajama pants and a blue Bears Urlacher jersey.
"Hey there," she said, grinning as I struggled to present everything to her. "Flowers, that's so sweet. Thank you."
"No problem. They were lying by the lake so I swiped them," I said in my dim humor she thankfully understood.
Kim was a 6 or 7 on my first impression meeting her. A little short at 5'3 and a little overweight at I'm guessing 140. What attracted me to her profile was long curly red hair and a nice cleavage shot. Shallow, maybe, but she had checked out my photos too. Match.com is great, like shopping on eBay for what you are looking for. Opening the package and being pleased is another matter.
Our first date, I was a little taken back by her conservative long, floral print dress. She was on the quiet side but laughed at my observations on the other patrons. When she gave me a hug goodnight, I was 50/50 about making a second date.
It was the next day my car was stolen, a headache of police reports and transportation issues and lost personal items. I called her to whine and she was very calming. She suggested dinner and we flirted over pizza.
Now back to Monday Night Football. Her apartment was a two-story one bedroom inefficiency to me. Not sure why the floor plan was made that way but you basically went inside and directly up a flight of stairs to her small place. I followed her up the stairs and had my first glimpse of her thick but firm back side.
Kim had been training for a month to do a half-marathon with friends. The results were showing and it gave us something to discuss on the first two dates. Secretly, I was pleased to know she may be slimming down a little in the future.
"Make yourself at home. The game is coming on in a few and the burgers are ready to cook. Anything to drink?"
"Coke is fine," I said as I made a small tour of her living room/den/kitchen area. I removed my shoes and admired her books.
"Thanks for the wine, too. I know you don't drink. I may save it for later. Think I'm having beer right now if you don't mind."
"Go for it," I said as the game came on and team lineups were announced.
Over the course of the first half, we watched the Bears score two touchdowns and control the game. We sat on the sofa as mere sports fans. Kim had two beers and was getting more into the game. Alcohol is great for loosening anyone up.
It was during a commercial break in the third quarter that I leaned to my left and kissed Kim on the cheek. It was impulsive. It was play-action.
I was recalling the sensuality of our good night kiss on the second date and was making moves for a little more kissing tonight. Kim smiled with the gesture and quickly responded with a kiss to my mouth before I retreated to my end of the sofa. Trying to be a good boy for her game.
"That was unexpected," she said warmly as we moved a little closer and the Bears were still leading.
"Sorry for the beer breath." Kim was self-conscious of many things and was worried about my comfort in her place.
"Oh, no worries," I said. It was actually slightly foul to me but with my body warming up, a slight beer breath was totally tolerable. I gave her right knee a squeeze to reassure her but kept my hand there.
"Well, I know it can stink. I may get some mouthwash at the next commercial break," Kim teased.
The Packers were coming back late in the third and we were both cheering more enthusiastically. But every commercial break, our flirting became more heated.
My hands had shifted to caressing. Holding the back of her head and combing her long red hair. Next break, my left arm was wrapped around her back and my right hand high on her right thigh. My erection growing.
We were still sitting on the sofa, restraining ourselves for football but now we were anticipating the commercials more than the game.
Early in the fourth after a Packer TD to tie the game and a slight sigh from Kim, the commercial came on. By this time, over 40 minutes of making out, my erection was starting to ache under my jeans.
