“I’m getting you a gift tomorrow.”
“No, you won’t.”
“I’ll pay for dinner.”
“No.”
“But, I want to, uh, I should do something.”
“No, you shouldn’t.”
They bantered back and forth for another minute or two in avid disagreement.
“Are we going to have our first argument?” she pouted.
“Not if I can help it,” he replied.
“Good. Now what?” she said.
Some couples can be together for weeks or months and not be much farther along than the first or second date. Other couples can be together a few hours and feel like they’ve known each other their whole lives. Max had already put himself and Ella in the latter category. And he was feeling frisky, so he took a shot.
“Okay,” he said. “If it will prevent our first argument, you can give me a gift, and it won’t cost a cent.”
“Really? What is it?”
“An I.O.U.”
“An I.O.U.? An I.O.U. for what?”
“For a B.J.”
Ella looked at him with mock shock, her mouth agape and eyes like hypnotic hoops.
Max got scared. He’d gone too far too fast.
“Ella, I’m so sorry,” he said plaintively. “That was a joke. I didn’t mean that, it’s the beer talking. Please forgive me, I don’t know…”
“No. It’s okay,” she said, cutting him off. “I’ll do it. We’d get around to that sooner or later anyway.”
She dug into her purse again and pulled out a Bic pen and a dry-cleaning receipt. On the back of the receipt she wrote: ‘Happy Birthday Max, I O U one blowjob’. She signed it, dated it and handed it to him.
They laughed. They kissed. They shook hands and shook their heads. Max paid the check. They walked out of the restaurant snickering. Max had Ella’s hand in his, and the I.O.U. in his pocket. He cashed it in that same night.
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Not that he really needed it. Ella had put their relationship in the same category Max had. She wanted him and he wanted her.
Max took her home to his place, a small townhouse in an older neighborhood. They were barely inside the front door when she came into his arms and kissed him deeply.
“I’ve never done this before,” she said, as she began unbuttoning his shirt.
“What?”
His shirt came off.
“Had sex on the first date.”
She unhooked his pants and started on the zipper.
“Ella, if you’re uncomfortable, we don’t have to. I was only kidding when I said…”
“No you weren’t. You’re ready, so am I.”
His trousers dropped to his ankles. She put her hand in his crotch and felt his stiffened cock through his skivvies.
“I know I’ve only known you a week, but I feel like we’re past due,” she said.
“I know what you mean,” Max rasped, kicking off his shoes and pants. He took her hand and led her up the stairs toward his bedroom.
Halfway up Ella stopped and Max turned to her.
“Sit,” she said, pushing him back onto his butt. “Ever had your dick sucked on the steps?”
Max shook his head.
“I’ll be the first.”
Ella pulled off his shorts and watched his cock pop out and point at the ceiling. Beautiful, she thought, long and hard and ready. She held it in her hand and felt its heat as she and Max kissed. Then she moved down a step onto her knees and took it into her mouth.
It had been a long time since she’d been with a man, but she hadn’t forgotten how to suck cock. Max leaned back on his elbows and watched in ecstasy as she sucked it, licked it, kissed it and held his fleshy balls in the palm of her hand. He rocked his groin gently with her movements and his fingers played in her hair.