Today was the day. You were finally going to meet Mr. Wrong Number in the flesh. You had to admit, you were extremely nervous.

You were texting back and forth for weeks, sometimes it even became very sexual. You’ve never sent him anything beyond a couple selfies of yourself in bra and panties, but each day you found yourself falling for this boy.

It was totally on accident how you two met, but you didn’t regret it at all. Talking to him was slowly becoming the highlight of your day. You found yourself smiling and thinking about him, what he was up to, if he was thinking of you too. He was such a flirt and everything he said to you made your stomach flutter with butterflies and your cheeks to turn bright red.

Your friends were starting to ask you questions like “Who is he?” and “When do we get to meet him?” and your favorite of all “Have you guys sexted yet and has he shown you his dick?” You always fought back, saying you two were just having fun and getting to know each other, but now you were meeting him in person. Things were slowly starting to become real.

You tried on about a million outfits, all of them scattered across your bedroom floor as you run your fingers through your hair, flushed in the cheeks and aggravated. Nothing looked good, nothing felt right against your skin. Thankfully, you managed to do your hair and your makeup just fine, but everything else felt wrong. “Ugh.” You groaned in frustration as you looked down at the clothes before peering back into your closet.

You immediately caught sight of a pretty sky blue dress that you hadn’t worn, and honestly forgot you even bought in the first place. “Please work.” You mumbled to yourself as you removed it from the hanger and began slipping it on your body.

You moved over to your full size mirror and took in appearance. Relief rushed throughout your body, feeling better and more confident. The dress looked beautiful on you and hugged your curves in all the right places. You took in a deep breath before grabbing your phone to see a unread text from Chris.

Chris: i think i’m here? bring ur fine ass out here ma

You felt your cheeks warm up immediately as you read his texts, pressing your phone to your chest for a moment. You took in another breath, your heart already beating rapidly in your chest. This was it; you were going to meet Chris in person and there was no going back. Not that you wanted to, but you were extremely nervous.

“You got this.” You said to yourself as you looked at yourself in the mirror one last time before grabbing your purse and texting him back quickly that you were coming.

His reply was: You’ll be saying that later, too.

Your eyes widened in surprise at his text before slipping your phone back into your purse. Your cheeks were already extremely flushed and warm, your heart soaring straight out of your chest.

You look out the window to see a car parked in your driveway that wasn’t yours. This is it. Nerves and excitement ran throughout your body as you grabbed ahold of the door handle and opened it before closing it and locking it behind you.

When you walk over to his car, the passenger side window was down. You leaned down to stare right at him, his piercing ocean blue eyes staring right at you with a wicked grin evident on his lips. “Damn, you look even better in person. Get in, ma.”

Your cheeks were already a light shade of pink and you knew that it was going to be hard to hide all night, considering you turned into a tomato quite easily just by texting him, ao being in person around him was probably going to be even harder to hide.

“Hi to you too.” You reply in a teasing tone before opening up the passenger side door and sliding inside. Once you’re seated, the aroma of weed mixed with cologne wafted through your nostrils. You scrunched your nose up for a moment before fully taking him in. There he was, right in front of you, in the flesh. He also looked better in person. He wore baggy jeans and a black shirt with a backwards baseball cap on. God, he looked so fucking good.

He was staring right at you, taking in your appearance. He looked you up and down which made your cheeks even more red. “Damn.” He muttered underneath his breath, licking over his own lips. “Damn.” He spoke again, louder this time. “You look real good, is this all for me?”

You roll your eyes playfully and shrug your shoulders nonchalantly as you put on your seatbelt. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. Don’t be so cocky.”

He flashed you a wicked grin, staring at you a bit more intently for a moment before pulling his gaze away and began backing out of your driveway. “So, I thought I could surprise you with where we’re going.”

You look over at him with curiosity sparking in your eyes, your eyebrow raising up at him as you lean back against the seat. “Should I be scared, excited, or what?”

He lets out a laugh. He knows it’s probably not ideal to plan a surprise while it being the first time meeting him, but he couldn’t help himself. He gathered a lot of information about you from the last couple weeks. You were easy to read, and an open book so it wasn’t very hard.

“I’m not going to take you somewhere that’s harmful to you in any way, or anything like that. Don’t worry.” He flashed you a wide grin before turning his attention back to the road ahead of him.

You leaned completely against the seat behind you, a soft giggle emitting from your lips. You wouldn’t tell him this, but you didn’t care where he took you. All you could focus on was the fact that you were actually here with him in person and he was even more attractive than the pictures you’ve seen. His personality was a bonus, already making you giggle like a little kid on the playground.

“I trust you, I think.” You flashed him a wide grin as well, placing a strand of your hair over your ear. You could still feel your heart as it beat rapidly in your chest. Even though you had just met him, you already could feel yourself falling for him. It was impossible not to.

A couple minutes pass and Chris pulls into a fancy looking restaurant from the outside that you’ve never heard of and never been to. Your eyes widen in surprise as you stare at the building once he parks, before looking over at him.

“Chris, seriously? How did you afford this?”

He lets out a laugh, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly as if this wasn’t a big deal. You started to wonder if it was like this with every girl he goes out with, or if you were special to him somehow.

“Don’t worry about it, dollface. Seriously. You can make it up to me later.” He flashes you another playful wink before getting out of the car and making his way over to the passenger side to open the door for you.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach at the sweet gesture of him opening the door for you as you step out, smoothing out your dress as you look up to see him already staring at you.

Your cheeks were pretty much stained red at this point, a soft giggle emitting from your lips. “How am I supposed to make it up to you?” You raise your eyebrow up at him curiously.

“You’ll see. Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll tell you before I show you.” He flashed you another playful wink, the words ‘good girl’ made your stomach twinge with more butterflies invading your tummy. You felt your cheeks growing even more intensely hot by this point and you couldn’t even find the words to say.

He just grins and motions head over to the door to signal you to follow him. You already felt yourself blushing like a silly schoolgirl who had a really big crush on a boy and you knew that he would only continue to affect you like this for the rest of the night, but you were totally okay with that.

Inside the restaurant was just as beautiful as outside. Pretty lit up chandeliers dangle from the ceiling, petals and candles on gorgeous tablecloths decorated the tables, and big glass windows around the restaurant to display a beautiful view of the city in front of you. It was all mesmerizing and even though it was such a pretty sight to see, you can’t help but wonder again how Chris could truly afford a place like this.

Your waiter sat you down at your table, right in front of the window and took your drink orders before walking away to leave you two alone again. Once you took your seat, you looked over at Chris, noticing the slight stubble against his facial features and he took his hat off, allowing his tousled locks to splay on top of his head. He looked really fucking good too, in a buttoned up black dress shirt and jeans. You hoped you weren’t underdressed for this place, but Chris never gave you a dress code.

“This is beautiful, Chris.” You beam, your smiling brightening the more you stare at him.

He takes a sip of the pepsi that was now in front of him, flashing you a slight smirk. “Pretty girls get pretty things, don’t forget that, doll face.”

You felt yourself blushing even more at his words, your face literally on fire at this point. “You’re so flirty in person, just like in texts.”

Before he could reply, the waiter began asking if you both wanted an appetizer. To be honest, you hadn’t even paid attention to the menu. How could you, when there were better things in front of you to look at?

Chris thankfully ordered something easy and delicious, an order of mozzarella sticks since this was a nice Italian restaurant.

“Flirty in person, huh? You don’t mind, do you?” He flashed you a coy smile, his ocean blue eyes never leaving yours.

You shake your head slowly, placing a strand of your hair over your ear. “Not at all. I like it. It’s just that I can’t hide how red my cheeks get in person.”

“Your ass cheeks? Sweetheart, I haven’t even got there yet.”

It was a bad time to take a drink of your coke, because you almost spit it out as you hear his response, your cheeks even more flushed then they were before. He was such a flirty thing, but you weren’t complaining at all.

The rest of dinner went amazing. You two had such a fun, playful banter that never got awkward, or silent. He asked you questions about your family, and you learned that he was the youngest of triplets, and very close to them. It made your heart warm to hear him talking about his family. You could tell you were falling for this boy, and fast, and you weren’t sure what to do about it, but you weren’t complaining at all.

You were going to ask for dessert, but he said he knew where to get dessert for free. You knew what he meant and it made your insides warm. He paid the entire bill, plus a generous tip, before leading you out of the restaurant. You were hoping this wasn’t the end of the night and you wanted to ask him if he had any ideas, but once he walked you to his car, your back was suddenly pressed up against the trunk of his car, causing a soft gasp to emit from your lips.

His face was inches close to yours, his breath hot and heavy on your lips, causing a shiver to run down your spine. You gazed down at his lips before back up into his eyes. His body was now pressed up against yours, his lips curving up into a slight smirk. “I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you since the moment you came outside of your house, and I couldn’t wait a second longer.”

You felt your breath hitch in your throat, your insides warm and your heart racing rapidly in your chest. “Then do it, pretty boy, if you’re so desperate for it.” You teased him, feeling his body pressing into yours as your back stayed pressed into the trunk of the car. It was almost like you were trapped in his embrace, and you were perfectly okay with that.

“Remember when I told you one day I’d go down on you, if you let me?” He spoke these words against your ear in a husky tone, filled with excitement and need, causing another shiver to run down your spine.

You nodded your head, trying your best to not let the whimper so desperately trying to escape from your lips as you felt your body melting into him. “Y-yeah.” You stammered on your words, fighting desperately not to fall apart right then and there in front of him.

A smirk plastered onto his face, a soft chuckle leaving his lips at your reply, obviously knowing how much you were truly affected by him just from a simple question and the feeling of his body pressing up against yours.

“What if I told you I wanted to do that, right here right now?” His voice was thickened with want, desire, and need for you. His fingertips danced onto your side against the fabric of your dress, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. “In the backseat of my car. Think an innocent girl like you can handle that, hm?”

“I-I can handle it.” You stammer on your words again, your heart beat rapidly gaining speed. You let out a soft gasp when you feel him grab your hip to pull you even closer to him, your bodies pressed up against each other. You could feel the heat radiating against his skin, leaving goosebumps against your skin and a shiver to run down your spine.

“Hm, good girl.” He spoke proudly, his hand gripping your hip tightly causing you to let out a soft squeak. He smirked at the sound that escaped your lips. “Get in, pretty.” He spoke with confidence as he pulled away from you only to open the backseat of his car.

You looked around the parking lot, but luckily it was pretty much cleared out given it was nearing the end of the night. This was so risky, but felt so right. The adrenaline pumped throughout your veins and caused your heart to beat faster. You flashed him a playful smile before sliding yourself into the backseat.

Surprisingly, the backseat was comfortable and you had a decent amount of room to lay back. Chris immediately closed the door behind him once he settled him into the backseat as well, now hovering his body over yours. He held himself up with one hand, the other hand moving down to tilt your chin between two of his fingers to angle your head to stare directly into your eyes.

“So pretty, so naive, so innocent, aren’t we dollface? Letting a boy you just met take you to the backseat of his car.”

Your cheeks were burning up, your heart racing rapidly and all you could feel was his hardening length against your thigh. You’ve never done anything like this before, but you were glad Chris was your first of many. Sure, you’ve had sex, and you’ve dated other guys, but you’ve never done anything risque like this before.

It was an exciting feeling though—you felt alive for the first time in while.

“I trust you.” You said simply, moving your arms to wrap around his neck, your fingers immediately moving up to run throughout his tousled locks and tugging onto them gently.

This caused Chris to let out a soft groan, his eye rolling to the back of his head. You’ll have to take note of the things he seemed to like— hair pulling was one for sure.

“This night is about you, precious girl.” He licked over his lips hungrily as he stared down at you, legs already spread before him. Your dress rose up, your thighs practically exposed in front of him. You made sure to wear your favorite blue matching lacy panties and bra tonight—secretly hoping something like this would happen.

From how flirty Chris is in text messages, you knew there was no way nothing wouldn’t happen tonight. He definitely was the type to actually go through with the things he has said, and he was making that very clear already.

Just by staring up at him and the adrenaline running through you, you could feel your panties growing wet by the second. You wanted him to touch you. Badly.

He could tell how much you wanted him, your eyes telling all. He grinned wickedly as he ran both of his hands up and down your bare thighs, your dress hiked up around your waist to expose your panties. He stared down at the wet spot against your lacy panties, a satisfied groan erupting the back of his throat. “Shit, you’re soaked already aren’t you, ma?”

You nodded your head at his words, a slight whimper leaving your lips. Your pussy was soaked, you could feel yourself growing more wet by the second, especially from how intense his stare was. He looked at you like a starved animal needed to be fed. “Please.” Was all you could manage to speak out. You knew you were begging already, but you were going to get your way one way or another.

Luckily his windows were tinted, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone looking in. You did have to keep quiet though, even though you could tell already that it was going to be hard to do.

He laid down to get comfortable in front of you with the amount of space that was available in the backseat of the car. He slid your body closer to him—grabbing onto your hips with his strong hands, your widely spread legs now in front of him.

Your lacy panties were on full display for him, making your cheeks reddened and warm. You wanted to hide right then and there, feeling suddenly shy and vulnerable. He looked up at you, sensing your shyness and shook his head. “You’re beautiful. Let me make you feel good, yeah? Show you how a real man eats pussy.” He flashed you a playful wink before immediately leaning forward to press a soft and gentle kiss to your clothed clit, causing a soft whimper to leave your lips.

Your entire body was on fire, heat pooling in your tummy from the excitement and anticipation rolling through you. You looked down at him as you watched his fingers slide underneath the hem of your panties and began tugging them down your legs and tossing them onto the ground. Your glistening wet folds were exposed to him, his hot and heavy breath lingering against it causing a shudder to run down your spine.

He stared at you; hungrily, starved, desperate to taste you. His hands move over underneath your ass to pull you even closer to him, his hands traveling up to your hips to grab onto them. He places one hand on your hip, the other against your inner thigh. The pad of his thumb slowly caresses your flesh, causing a shudder to run down your spine. His touch was like magic and you were melting before him.

Chris licks over his lips, flashing you another smirk before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss to your soaking wet clit, his hot and heavy breath against your center making your body already shake underneath him.

A soft hum escaped your lips before allowing soft gasp to follow suite as his tongue was suddenly on your glistening wet pussy. It was like a feeling you’ve never experienced before, your eyes immediately falling shut as you lean your head back against the cushioned seat behind you. “Oh, fuck.” You gasp out in pleasure, your hips shifting slightly to give him more access to your core.

His hand grasped your ass cheek in his hand, his other hand caressing your thigh as his tongue swiped across your slit. You heard him let out a moan against you, causing a shudder to run down your spine. He flattened his tongue against your sweet pussy before parting his lips and suctioning his lips against your clit, sucking onto it like i was nectar from a fresh peach. He continued to moan against your center and you couldn’t help but open up your eyes to watch him.

He looked up at you while his tongue worked against your swollen bud, rolling his tongue along it and causing your body to shake–desperately trying not to fuck his face, but you couldn’t help it. It felt fucking amazing.You could tell this definitely wasn’t his first time doing this–he obviously had tons of experience, but he damn sure knew what he was doing.

You moaned loudly, not caring where you two were, considering you were in the parking lot of the restaurant. He pulled away from you, his fingers digging into your hip, causing a shudder to run down your spine. “Stay quiet, sweetheart. Don’t want anyone to find us and get in trouble, now do you?”

You shake your head at his words, a whimper emitting from your lips. You already missed the feeling of his tongue against you. This was so filthy, so erotic, You’ve never done anything sexual on the first date, but Chris was something different–someone special. “N-no.” You stammered on your words, your cheeks flushed and your hair already a wreck.

He flashes you a wicked grin, licking over his lips that was coated with your arousal—the sight of him doing that made your stomach twinge with butterflies. “That’s a good girl. Now stay quiet, okay?”

You nod your head again, unable to properly form words at this point. Before you know it, he’s diving back into your sweet pussy–rolling his tongue along your clit before latching onto it with his lips, moaning against you to send vibrations against your body and your core.

“Fuck, Chris.” You gasped out, biting onto your bottom lip to try and contain the sounds that so desperately wanted to escape pass your lips.

He rolled his tongue along your folds, dipping his tongue into your entrance before sliding his tongue back over to your clit. He sucked onto your clit, holding your hip tightly, his fingernails digging into your skin and causing you to whine out in pleasure. You could feel heat pooling in your tummy, your body felt like it was on fire.

“Wrap your legs around me, ma.” Chris spoke in a lustful tone as he pulled away briefly from your center, your arousal coated against his chin and lips. You would usually be embarrassed by this kind of thing, but your mind was clouded with lust and need for your approaching orgasm that you could tell was going to hit you like a freight train in the absolute best way. “Don’t be shy, baby. Want you to cum on my face and tongue.” He licked over his lips to get another quick taste of you before diving back into the real thing.

You couldn’t even comprehend words, or even coherent thoughts at this point. The only thing you could focus on was how skilled Chris’ tongue was and how fucking good it felt. You never experienced anything like this before and it was safe to say you were going to become addicted after this.

You did as he demanded–wrapping your legs around his neck so he could shove his face even deeper into your pussy. His tongue continued to work skillfully against your pussy and all you could do was grasp onto a fistful of his hair and tug onto it and hold his face in place as he sucked onto your bundle of nerves.

Looking down at Chris and watching him between your legs was enough to send you over the edge–literally. “I’m gonna-” You could hardly speak any coherent words, throwing your head back against the cushioned seat behind you, thrusting your hips up into his face as your body began to shake, fire coursing throughout your veins.

“Come on, ma. Make a mess f’me Wanna taste you.” He quickly spoke, his tone husky and full of lust and desire for you and you only.

You didn’t bother to respond to him–not that you could even speak at the moment. He gave you permission to cum and it was the best orgasm of your entire life. Your hair became stuck against your glistening forehead covered in sweat, your eyes struggling to stay open, but wanting to witness every single second as your orgasm ripples throughout your body. Your arousal coats his tongue as you moan throughout your intense orgasm, your pussy dripping with cum and spilling on his tongue.

He moans–fucking moans as he tastes your sweet arousal, lapping up your juices with his tongue as he continues to moan against your center, sending vibrations against it and leaving you a withering, heavy breathing mess.

Your clit becomes overly swollen as he continues to lap up your juices, flicking his tongue along the bundle of nerves. Your body is spent and exhausted, your breathing labored as you let out whiny moans, your fingers still tangled in his locks and trying to pull his head away from your pussy.

“Too much.” You whine out, your body still convulsing against his face as he suddenly gets the hint and pulls away from you. His lips, chin, and mouth is covered in your arousal as he licks over his lips, almost as if he still couldn’t get enough of your sweet taste.

Your cheeks were flushed, your heart was beating rapidly as you stared down at him. His ocean blue eyes had turned a darker shade, his lips curving up into a slight smirk. “So? For your first time getting eaten out, what did you think?”

You giggled softly, still quite breathlessly and unable to even think straight from how mind blowing of an orgasm it was. “Fucking amazing. Could we possibly do that again?”

He grins widely, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth before sitting up. He winced sightly as his hardened cock pressed against the fabric of his jeans. He couldn’t help it–he got so fucking hard by tasting you. Maybe he was addicted, too. “We might have to, sweet girl. You taste so fuckin’ sweet.” He keeps the grin plastered on his face, looking down to notice your legs were still shaking.

You moved your body to sit across from him, your legs still shaking and your heart still beating rapidly in your chest. Your eyes avert down to his hardened bulge evident through the material of his jeans. You were about to reach forward to help him, but Chris shook his head. “No, no. This night was about you. Maybe next time?”

The thought of having another night like this with Chris was exhilarating. You weren’t sure what you two were, or what would come out of this, but you were loving every second of it. Even though you were possibly falling from him with the risk of getting your heart broken, you could only live in the right now and not focus too much on the future ahead. Chris was flirty, fun, different than any guy you’ve ever talked to, and you liked that. You needed some kind of fun in your life and Chris was the person you were needing this whole time.

“It’s a date, Mr. Wrong Number.”

notes: they finally met up!! what do you think will happen between these two? what do you wanna see happen?

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