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

The (worst) and BEST Date Of My Life!

... like that to people, it's better to be pleasant, isn't it?" "If you're stupid, yeah, but if someone's as stupid as that bitch, I'm not wasting my time." "David, are you drunk or something? You're never like this in class!" "I had a few, what of it? You offended?" I put down my knife and fork. "Yes, I'm offended, and I think I realized you're a jerk. Get the check and take me home. This date is over." "It's over when I say it's over." He sat back in his chair with a smirk. "No, it's over now. I'm leaving." and I got up. He stood up to block my way. "It's not over, you're just uptight." "No, over. Finite. Done. Curtains. Pay up and take me home." "Fuck you then, it's on you! I'm out of here!" He stormed out of the restaurant and left me with the bill! What an asshole! I had enough to play the bill but I was pretty upset. When I started crying the manager came over and asked what was wrong and I told him. "I'm sorry, you seem too nice for that guy, tell you what, I'm gonna take 75% off this one, will that make it easier?" "Oh, you're so nice! Thank you! Can you also call me a cab so I can get home?" I paid up and got in the cab, but then I started crying again. Why was he such a jerk, and why did I fall for him? I was so stupid! I kept beating myself up over it the whole way home and by the time I got there I was a wreck. I walked in the door and Kyle was watching TV. I expected the worst from him, but he didn't make fun of me, he didn't pick on me, he hugged me and told me how ...

... sorry he was that David had been an ass. I told him I was going to go change out of my outfit and he said he had to run an errand and maybe we'd order pizza when he got back. I thought that sounded nice. Half an hour later Kyle came back in, with a grin on his face and some blood on his hand. "What happened? Are you OK?" "Sis, I'm fine, David on the other hand is not a happy guy." "What did you do?" "I recognized him, he lives in the same apartments that Jeff and his Dad do. I went over, knocked, he opened, and he got a face full of knuckles. He's taller than me, but I picked up a bit of mean playing rugby. Three straight shots and he was not interested in continuing. I split three knuckles though. You got some bandaids and maybe some neosporin?" "You...defended me?" "Yeah, the guy's an asshole. Nobody treats my sister like that and gets away with it." I just hugged him tight with affection for the first time, since, well, forever. He was a pretty cool brother. "Tell you what, sis, you put that nice dress back on, and I'm taking you out for dinner. Let me just change." I thought that was incredibly sweet for my little brother, so I ran back up and changed. We came down at the same time, and he'd borrowed one of Dad's jackets, but he looked good, and I knew he wasn't going to be a dick to me. He took me to nice place and we had a great dinner, they had a band playing, and I loved to dance, but I figured it would freak him out to have to dance with me. I was surprised when he ...