The (worst) and BEST Date Of My Life! - Sex Stories

The (worst) and BEST Date Of My Life!

Did you ever have one of those dates where you spend hours getting ready, only to have the date be a total disaster? David was the major hunk in my drama class, smart, charming, and that body just got me going! He was about six foot one, dark brown hair, enough muscles to be handsome but not creepy, and a smile that left a swath of drenched panties in it's wake. Mine were no exception, and we started to hit it off, and he asked me to go out on Friday night. My last class was out at two, and major prep time was needed. I had the perfect dress that looked good, but not slutty, the perfect shoes, and I had enough time to make my hair look right. I'm not what anyone would call beautiful, but I've been called plenty cute. I'm about five foot seven, a hundred and twenty eight pounds or so, I barely fill a c-cup, but playing volleyball all through high school left me with decent legs and a reasonably toned butt. I've always hated my freckles, but I'm happy with the blue eyes and the light brown hair. "Woo-hoo! Trying to look like a real lady now? Must be some kind of big date?" This was spoken by my idiot brother, Kyle. A high school junior who was a legend in his own mind. I got plenty of grief from him on dates, my hair, my clothes, and well, everything in my life. Little brothers are so obnoxious. "For your information Kyle, I'm going out with the best looking guy in my class, and he's incredibly cool, as well as looking like a male model!" "Is he bringing his dog?" "What dog, ...

... you jerk?" "The one that he holds the leash in one hand and his cane in the other?" He said with a smirk, but a prudent duck. "You are such a geek, Kyle, why couldn't Mom and Dad have had another girl so I could have a sibling with a brain?" His duck was too early, I waited to throw a pillow at him and caught him square in the face. He just laughed at me and went into the kitchen. The doorbell rang a few minutes later and my heart jumped! It was him, he was there, and my god he looked good! A pair of khakis and a black silk shirt, and he looked amazing. "Hi, Laura!" It took me a few seconds to get my brain in order. "Oh, hi David! You look great!" "Thanks, you look nice too." Ouch. I put a lot into this. "You ready to go?" "Yeah, just give me a second, oh, David, this is my brother Kyle, Kyle, David." They shook hands and were polite to each other, but Kyle didn't smile at all. We got in David's car and headed out. He was taking me to a very nice place for dinner. We got there, and were seated and he started to tell me more about himself. Lots of stuff. I realized he had a pretty high opinion of himself, and I was hoping he was just talking because he was nervous, too. No such luck, he kept going and I started to think he was a jerk, and then he proved it by yelling at our waitress. "David, you shouldn't be rude to her, it's not her fault the kitchen messed up!" 'Aw, she's stupid. That's her fault." He was turning out to be a real asshole. Wonderful. "I'm not into being rude ...