My Diary: Entry 13 - Tea for Three - Sex Stories

My Diary: Entry 13 - Tea for Three

Hi!

It's Emma!

That was so sweet!!

See, I met a wonderful couple on the dating app I'm on called the Hegerties. I don't know what drew me to liking them in the first place (probably the novelty of seeing a couple on the app threw me a bit), but when we matched, I couldn't prepare myself for what happened.

You see, they invited me to their house for dinner. I was invited in with warm, open arms, and infectious smiles. The Hegerties were a couple in their forties, obviously enjoying their life, and doing very well for themselves (I mean, they have a whole house! I mean, so does Mom, but still!), so I felt very strange, like I was being adopted into their family or something. I just got a fuzzy feeling, you know?

Mrs Hegerty showed me through into the lounge, where I was invited to sit with her to share a glass of wine while Mr Hegerty rushed to potter around in the kitchen (and, when I say, share a glass of wine, I mean literally passing one glass back and forth from this large glass). The sweet smell of the wine, and the wafts of meat and veg from the kitchen where very cosy and comforting, alleviating the anxiety a little.

Sharing a meal with the Hegerties seemed very ritualistic, like tradition that they've done every week, and it all felt very natural. I sat at the dinner table with them, and felt very much at home. The smell of the gravy on the dinner wasn't particularly nostalgic for me, but still gave me that sense; that feeling.

They took a very ...

... keen interest in me, and we got to know each other's work, and what we do for fun, and a little about relationships to, but I didn't feel particularly like sharing about my relationships. The Hegerties were very respectful of my boundaries, and didn't press on any subject, always quick to change to another topic, or offering more to drink. It was very pleasant...

After dinner, I was offered a hearty pudding, and I barely had the stomach to look at after a very full-on dinner, but I politely did the best I could. The Hegerties could see me struggling, but seemed to relish in my politeness, watching me intently as I endured spoonful after spoonful. Mrs Hegerty was happy to give me praise when my spoon scraped the last bit from the bowl into my mouth, giving me a, "Good girl!" I felt so condescended, but smiled anyway.

Mrs Hegerty asked me, "You don't do this very often? Sitting to eat a meal like this, I mean?"

She was very astute, but my obvious discomfort at the volume of food I just ate wasn't going to win any awards for detective skills. I shrugged as I answered shyly, "I just eat what I need to whenever I can. I don't really observe regular meals, or anything like that."

Mrs Hegerty showed a keen interest in that, "A growing girl such as yourself should enjoy a proper, hearty meal. It's food for the soul, and nourishes the mind and body whole."

I really didn't know how to respond to that, just giggling under my breath as I tried not to seem rude, until Mr ...