Doug called at lunch. He said he would pick me up after work for Date Night. Well, it was about time; Doug owed me a Date Night, and I was tired of waiting.
It's partly my fault for spoiling him. Whenever he wanted a piece of ass, I would gladly give it up. He was so good at doing me that he was hard to resist, but I cut him off after four weeks passed, and still no Date Night. In the fifth week, I wore skimpy outfits to turn him on and then pushed him away when he wanted pussy. That did the trick.
I knew he was probably horny from ogling that bitch, Julie, the dick tease at his job. She's a pretty, voluptuous brunette with big fake titties. I don't know what he sees in her.
She's the type who would make him take her to an expensive restaurant and order the most expensive dish; then, she'd want to go clubbing and make him buy her drinks and drugs. She would dick tease him all night long and send him home with blue balls.
I'm pretty, petite, and blonde. My big titties are the real deal, and I'm not afraid to say that I'm a fucking smoke show, way hotter than Julie. On top of that, I was good in the sack. I didn't just lay there; I served it up.
He's such an asshole; I swear he pisses me off on purpose.
"Hey, Dee-Dee. I'll pick you up after work."
My name is Diane, but he calls me Dee-Dee.
"Wear something slutty."
He tells me to wear something slutty every time. What a pervert.
"Fuck you, Doug. You never take me anywhere good."
"Come on, sis. We'll have dinner and a movie." Hah! Dinner and a movie with Doug meant him picking up a bucket from KFC on his way home and watching Porn Hub while we ate. That was just a regular Friday night. It was not Date Night.
"Shopping, dinner, and a movie, or you can go fuck yourself, Doug. I'm serious."
"Fine, Dee-Dee. We'll go shopping too. You're only getting one outfit, and I get to pick it out. Just have your ass ready to go when I get there."
"Alright, Doug. I'm holding you to it." Huh. One outfit, my ass.
Sometimes, it's like pulling teeth trying to get a decent date.
I could understand a random guy wanting a cheap date since he has a slim chance of getting laid. I stayed away from randos because most of them can't fuck worth a damn. For all the trouble they are, I'd rather stay home and masturbate.
It pissed me off that my own brother was a cheap date, too. After all, I wasn't some random skank like that fake bitch Julie. Doug knew I was no gold digger and was sure to get laid if he took me on a decent date. Plus, I love his sorry ass.
We only had Date Night once every month or so. We went shopping, had dinner, and watched a movie. It's not like I made him spend a bunch of money. We've always been frugal, getting bargains where we can and banking the rest.
Our side gigs were lucrative and added money to the pot. Even the Hellcat was a bargain. It sat on the lot for a year with no buyer. Doug made a deal with the boss, applied his employee discount, and saved thousands.
Every couple needs a Date Night, and we are no exception. At the end of the date, Doug owns my ass all night long.
As much of an asshole as Doug can be, one thing he did well was fuck. I felt sorry for all the other girls who didn't have a man like mine. He was just as hypersexual as me and had excellent stamina. His cock was thick and fit me perfectly. It's like we were born to fuck.
Doug and I hooked up on my eighteenth birthday. He was my first and only man. The first time, he was so lovely, kissing, touching, and whispering to me. I knew he loved me as a sister, but that day, he took me to the next level and loved me like a woman.
He was gentle and considerate and when he entered me, I was so ready. I called out his name and sobbed joyfully. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, and he took me over the edge. He brought me to my first orgasm; the memory of it will be burned into my brain forever. We've been together ever since.
Doug said he would pick me up after work, so I took my time getting ready. I would give him what he wanted and wear something slutty. I tried to tease him on our dates, so he was hard and steel when we got home.
I took a quick shower and dressed for him. I wore a cropped tank top, a denim miniskirt, and white cowgirl boots. The outfit was guaranteed to turn him on.
I heard the dumb fuck laying on the horn as I checked myself in the mirror. He must have gotten off work a little early. I ran out to get in the car before he pissed off the neighbors.
"I said be ready when I got here, bitch," he said the second I opened the door.
"Shut the fuck up, Doug. You're honking is pissing off the neighbors," I said as I slammed the door shut.
He punched it, and the Hellcat howled and sped away.
"Dammit, Dee-Dee, you don't have to slam the fucking door!"
He mashed the gas and went through the gears, and in a flash, we were hauling ass. He knew I loved how the acceleration pushed me back into the seat. The speed and acceleration excited me. It was like he was giving me foreplay with his car.
I climbed over the console to straddle him, pressing my little thong on his big bulge. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him at nearly a hundred miles per hour. He couldn't see shit.
He pushed me off his lap just in time. We careened through the intersection, got sideways, and Doug floored it, narrowly missing a dump truck and accelerating onto the freeway. I was laughing like crazy.
"Yee-haw!" I screamed; the adrenaline rush was exhilarating.
