First Guy

I met this guy in a bar. I had had too
much to drink. He was younger and bigger
than me. I told him I dressed. He said he’d
never been with a gurl. He bought me another
drink . I told him I wasn’t gay, but that I liked
guys when I dressed. He said he’d come to
my place tomorrow night.

That’s tonight. I’m excited. I’m nervous.
I’ve never done this before. I’ve imagined it.
This is what I’m going to wear.
What do you think? Will he like it?

I hope we sit close on the couch. I want to
slow dance with him. I’ll get close: I’ll rub
against him. I’ll rest my boobs on his chest.
I’ll let him hold me, with his big hands cupping
my ass. I want him to caress me. If he kisses
me, I’ll kiss him back. I’ll open my mouth so
we can French kiss. If he gets hard, I don’t
know what I’ll do. I hope he gets hard. If he
does, I don’t know what I wouldn’t do.