DISCLAIMER: Nothing in this story is real or should be considered as such. This story is very odd and is based on a strange fantasy I concocted that brings together some fetishes I'm into. This first chapter introduces the characters, sets up a little bit of where the story will be going, and yes, features hardcore sex between consenting adults. I do know where the story is going to be headed and have the future chapters mapped out in my head. However, I welcome any feedback and I'm always excited to discuss the story and characters, and chatting/bouncing around ideas for future stories. I hope you enjoy delving into my insane mind.
NOTE: This story features characters that appear in my other stories. They do not take place in the same continuity. Each series can be considered its own universe of sorts, with difference events, relationships, and couplings.
ONE STEP FURTHER CHAPTER 1
Tiffany checked her reflection in her bedroom's standing mirror, quirking her mouth as she debated her outfit. Too casual, she eventually decided and pulled off her t-shirt. She figured she'd keep the jeans, not wanting to go the opposite way and come off too dressy. She just needed to find the right top.
"Remind me again how this isn't a date," came Kyle's voice from speaker phone. Stuffing the shirt into a drawer and pushing it shut with her hip, she grabbed her cell from the dresser and made her way over to the closet. She flipped through the tops hanging inside with one hand while holding her phone with the other. "Cause it feels a little like a date."
"Mainly because I'm dating you," she said matter-of-factly. "For, like, the past month."
"Yeah, I know, it's just..."
Kyle trailed off as Tiffany found the perfect top and tugged it off the hanger. It was loose and oversized with a wide neck that would reveal her collarbones almost all the way to her shoulders but the cotton knit was the perfect style, right between casual and formal, and the heather gray went well with the light blue of her tight jeans. She laid the top onto the bed and placed her phone next to it, freeing both her hands. She unhooked her bra, releasing her modest breasts, and removed the straps, which would have been clearly visible and just too suggestive in her mind.
"It's just dinner with a friend," she reassured him, slipping her bra back on and pulling the top over her head. "I'll come over right after, I swear."
"Okay," Kyle relented. "I'll see you later tonight then. Bye."
"Bye."
Tiffany hung up and sat down her bed with a sigh. She brushed her thick, wavy hair straight and then started tying it into a loose braid.
She had heard the insecurity in her boyfriend's voice, but that was nothing new for Kyle. It was one of his defining characteristics. Not that Tiffany was much different. She possessed her own set of timidities and a lack of self-confidence that came from being a rather late bloomer. In fact, it was only this past year that she finally filled out, although admittedly not by much. Even still, she'd gone from awkward and gangly to long and lean, a taper in her waist and a little more in her chest and butt doing wonders for her figure. And she always had a very pretty face, with thick lips, dimples when she smiled, and a perfectly proportioned nose. However, she did have brown eyes, brown hair, and glasses, so a lot of guys still saw her as a touch plain.
Not Kyle though. Kyle always had a thing for Tiffany, even before she hit her prime, and a month ago he finally worked up the courage to ask her out, much to, well, almost everyone's surprise, including Tiffany herself. However, the two had always enjoyed each other's company, so they slipped into dating rather easily. They liked the same movies, books, and tv shows, and felt very comfortable talking and spending time together. Their relationship was strong, but Tiffany knew exactly where Kyle's nervousness was coming from.
While the emotional part of the relationship came easily, the physical part had barely progressed since day three.
Sure, they'd held hands and kissed, and on more than one occasion, their make-out sessions had gotten rather hot and heavy: tongues entwining, lips smacking, breaths panting. But the furthest Kyle had gone in terms of touching her had been hands on her hips, neck and back. Tiffany certainly wanted them to go further, god did she want it and so much more, but her own insecurity kept her from initiating things. Neither her nor Kyle had ever dated anyone else, and that inexperience seemed to be holding back both of them.
She did wish he was a little more assertive, that he would demand from her the types of things her mind and body longed to do, things she thought about at home when releasing some built up... energy. But she was willing to go at his pace and would do whatever he wanted whenever he was ready to ask for it.
But she understood why her going to dinner with another guy might set off some of his insecurity alarms. If she was being honest with herself, Tiffany also found the whole situation just a little strange, but she had already accepted the invitation and the Midwestern sensibilities in her would have been mortified at rescinding.
As Tiffany gave herself one last look in the mirror, pleased with the result, her phone dinged. Dylan was here. Running out the door, she hopped into the passenger seat of his car with a smile, glad to see he was dressed in a pair of jeans and a polo. Her choice of attire was perfectly on point.
"Hey!" she said brightly, clicking her seatbelt into place. "Thanks for picking me up."
"Of course," he said casually, backing out of her driveway and heading out. "You look great, by the way. I'm used to seeing you in your work clothes, and well, yeah. You look great."
"Thanks," Tiffany said with a slight blush. She stayed quiet for a moment, watching as they turned a few familiar roads. "Where are we going, anyway?"
