Chapter 9 - The second night

p, li { white-space: pre-wrap; }I was frantic the whole afternoon. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to wear, I felt like everything depended on me and nobody even told me what was I supposed to do. At about four o'clock, I finally managed to calm down. I focused on what I could do: picking an outfit. I ruled out jeans right away, because I wanted to dress a little fancier, even if I had no intention - nor the necessary wardrobe - to go full formal.In the end I chose a knee-lenght short-sleeved black dress and black leggings to survive the cold. I thought maybe this would have been the right occasion to wear high heels, but I still couldn't manage to walk right on those, so I picked a pair of black low-heeled boots to match. I completed my outfit with a red long-sleeved shirt.
When I was done picking clothes, at about ten to five, I took a long hot bath, trying to relax and not to overthink. Just as I first dipped inside the water-filled bathtub my cellphone rang, warning me I got a text from Michela. It simply said "Our date is at seven thirty. Don't be late!"
Just reading her text made me smile widely, giggling alone in the bathroom.
I spent half an hour just dozing in the bathtub. After drying my hair I saw it was still early, but I got dressed and went out anyway. I decided to walk to our meeting place instead of riding the subway, trying to cool off and kill some time. When I got to the square, she was already there, waiting for me.
She obviously did not mind coming across as overdressed: she wore a dark blue tube dress with a red shirt on top.
«You look great!» she said, as soon as saw me.
«You do too. So, what are your plans for the night?»
«Nothing too fancy. Just a little candle-lit dinner. Not so candle-lit, I fear, but that's the idea. You up for it?»
«Of course. Where?»
«Close.» She looked at me with a devious smile and offered her arm. I felt myself blush, but took her up on her offer. It felt weird not being the supporting one, hanging on her arm instead, but the feeling of her body close to mine was somehow comforting.
She kept on smiling while walking me through some alleys for a dozen minutes, before stopping in front of a nice restaurant. It wasn't too fancy, but it sure wasn't a cheap place either. We stepped inside, and while she spoke with a waiter, I looked around: it looked cozy, with unobstrusive decorations and a quite feel about it.
The waiter took us to our reserved table, in one corner of the room, quite far from the other tables. We sat down, and I began looking through the menu. I ended up ordering some seafood pasta while Michela chose the scaloppine al marsala, saying she'd rather have seafood a bit closer to the sea.
The food was delicious, and the white wine she ordered was just perfect with my pasta. I said I'd rather drink water and asked her to order some red wine to go with a meat dish, but she insisted. We chatted happily, flirting with each other and often falling silent just to look at each other.
When we got out of the restaurant, it was nine thirty and I felt a pleasurable numbness because of the strong wine. She wouldn't let me pay my share, insisting she was the one who asked me out, and she should have been the one to pay. I was a little confused suddenly being the lady in our relationship, but I didn't want to overthink, so I told myself it didn't matter.
We strolled around for a while, and this time I took her arm on my own. I wanted to feel her close to me again, and I didn't know any other way
to do it. At ten twenty we were sitting on a bench in a small square near the central subway station.
«Well, it's getting a bit late.» I said. «And it's starting to feel cold, too.»
«I'm sorry, I kept on talking without thinking about you. Do you want to go home?»
«Do you want me to?» I asked, trying my best to make puppy eyes.
«Of course not, you silly girl. But I don't want you to catch a cold because of me. Come on, let's get you home.»
I was sad because I didn't want our date to end yet, but I couldn't speak up. I didn't want her to think I was clingy, and furthermore I was sure she was getting bored, and wanted to get away. So I fell silent and sulked the whole way back. She looked at me puzzled, but she didn't try to cheer me up. She just kept on letting me hang on her arm.
When I saw my place right in front of me, I panicked. I would have done anything to make this night last longer. I turned around to face her.
«So, good night, I guess.» she said. She seemed a little flustered, and it was weird seeing her that way. She always looked so sure of herself, but not now. I let her arm go, and climbed the first step of the stairs leading to my front door. She looked at me with a strange look on her face, so I gestured her to come closer to me.
She stopped a step away from me, and I took her hands. I pulled her closer and kissed her, holding her between my arms. When our lips parted I asked in a whisper: «Wanna come up?»
«Yes.»
We giggled all the way up in the elevator, as if we were little girls cutting school for the very first time, but when I opened the door we stopped suddenly. I stepped inside and held it open for her. She looked at me and asked: «Are you sure?»
«Are you?»
«No. But I sure want to.»
«It's the same for me.»
She stepped through the doorway, lightly brushing her lips on the tip of my nose.
As soon as I closed the door, I felt her hug me from behind, but this wasn't one of our usual friendly hugs. I could feel her breast touching my shoulders and her hands holding me close to her. She started kissing my neck and I couldn't help but let her, feeling little sparks whenever her lips touched my skin. I put my hands on hers, trying to grab ahold of her arms.
Then she grabbed my hands and put them against the door, making me lean against it. She started caressing my arms, while still kissing my neck. Then she let her hands slide down my body, until they were resting on my hips. Then she started unbuttoning my shirt, and took it off.
«May I go on?» she whispered in my ear.
Her voice and her breath made me shiver. I managed a nod.
She slowly kneeled, lighlty kissing all along my spine on the way. Every kiss made me shiver, and I started feeling weak on my knees. Now I wouldn't have been able to stand upright even if I wanted, but I didn't care. When she kissed the small of my back I almost fell down, and probably I would have if she hadn't held me upright herself.
She undid the zip of my dress, and then started taking off my boots, caressing the back of my knees. When I stood bare-footed, she started caressing my legs, following up from my knees to my inner thighs. Without even noticing, I spread my legs and pushed against her with my back, trying to squeeze some more feelings from her hands, but she denied me by sliding her hands on the outside of my thighs. Then she started sliding her hands up along my sides, pulling the dress up with them. she made me put my arms high up in the air and slid it right off of me, then smoothly took off my bra.
I had just my panties on me, and she spun me around in her arms. She pushed me against the front door and kissed me passionately. My arms were on her shoulder while her hands pulled me against her. We kissed for a ling time, but when she let go of my lips, it was only to start kissing me on the neck and biting my earlobes.
Suddenly I felt pulled up. She grabbed my ass and held me upagainst the door. Thinking back on it, feeling her hands on my buttocks should've made me feel humiliated, or embarrassed, or ridiculed, but at the time I could only try and hold her even closer to me. I could feel her hands supporting me, and I wanted more of it, I could feel her breast on my skin and her lips on mine, and I wanted to get lost in that pleasure.
Still kissing me, she carried me to the bedroom and dropped me on the bed.