Measured

1 minute

If first impressions last, my first minute with Kazuha should’ve had her running by now. I had to physically stop my jaw from hitting the floor from the very first second I laid eyes on her entering the restaurant. Introductions were not good either. I mistakenly said her name when introducing myself, that is before I started stuttering like an idiot while trying to get my name right. By all accounts, that should’ve been the nail in the coffin. It seemed like fate was on my side this day though, because at the end of the first minute, I had her giggling instead of running.

1 hour

If the first minute was a Hail Mary on my end, then the next hour was me getting back on my stride. Honestly, I lost track of the time as I finally got to know more about my blind date (aside from her name of course, that’s already etched on my brain with a funny memory). Even with the missteps at the start, I started to find myself connecting with Kazuha on a multitude of levels. I found out about her love for ballet, and the heartbreaking decision she made to quit it in order to chase another dream. She pivoted to music apparently, still in the same alley but a little more (her word, not mine). Something about being in a group or a band. She went on about it. So passionate about her work and craft. Honestly, I couldn’t retain half of what she was saying. It was hard to focus on her words when her eyes kept luring me throughout the whole conversation. To be fair though, it wasn’t just her eyes that were distracting me. Her dark brown hair, her hazel-colored, almond-shaped eyes, her smooth skin, her cute smile. 

Fuck.

It’s been ages since I fell for someone like this. Hell, I probably never fell for someone this fast at all. This is going to be a problem. Well… a good problem.

“So… How about you?” The question from her shocked me back into reality. Once again, I was in panic mode. I started babbling about film editing. God my mouth got turned on like a fucking faucet. First was me going on about the programs, how they’re so annoying and unnecessarily complex, and expensive (can’t forget about that). Then somehow I started ranting about the side projects I had to take for the money, focusing on the most boring documentary you’ve spent the past month editing. Like how can there be 5 hours worth of film on coin collecting that I have to end up trimming down to 3? At this point, I thought that I probably bored her to death. To my surprise, she looked like she was listening to me intently. I was only proven right when she asked me more about the projects that I did like.

The question started the smoothest back and forth you’ve ever had with any other person. Something about Kazuha just made it so easy for you to be open– more vulnerable with her than to others. We found out so much about each other. Our favorite songs. Favorite colors. Favorite foods. She told me more about her ballet journey. How she started in Japan before studying in other countries, like Russia and the U.K., until she settled in a long term program in the Netherlands. Well, long term at the time before she decided to pursue music.

The conversation could have gone on for hours and neither of us would have noticed. We found some common ground on a peculiar topic. We both love dogs but are too afraid to own one as a pet. Surprisingly, we both think we’d be bad at taking care of them, yet we would still find them cute from afar. 

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. The waiter gave us a head’s up that they would be closing soon, so we ended up paying our bill and started heading out. While waiting for her taxi, we talked a bit more, exchanged numbers and set up the next date. I saw her off by helping her into the car and closing the door for her, thinking that’s how the night ends. Instead, the taxi stopped after half a meter. Kazuha jumped out, ran towards me, and then gave me a kiss. I stood there in shock as she pulled me into a hug. She whispered against my chest “See you next week.” before she ran back to the taxi and finally left. 

1 day

The date last night still felt like a dream. The only thing that made it real was the wall of texts that Kazuha sent while I was asleep. Funnily enough, it’s already been an hour since I woke up and first got my phone but I haven’t even bothered to stand up. I found myself giggling over the jokes she sent, along with going soft for the 50+ dog videos that she flooded our messages with. I really can't believe I’m falling for her this fast, and if I am, I’m not going to fight it. Life couldn’t get any better than this.

1 month

I was wrong. Life can get better. Way better. Partially due to sex.

…

Okay. Maybe mostly due to sex.

Don’t get me wrong. Our first time a few weeks ago was a bit awkward. One too many drinks for the both of us, clumsily stumbling into my apartment, and comically falling on the couch. After a few moments of laughing over the funny scene, a silence grew in the apartment as our eyes met. Kazuha was still on top of me, her hands on my chest as she continued to stare into my eyes. My hands instinctively went to her waist, trying to make sure she was safe after stumbling. The tension was palpable, sharp enough to cut through the air. I thought we’d be locked into an eternal staring contest, fortunately she made the first move. She reached for my face and went in for a kiss. The moment our lips met was electric. Sparks went through the air. Compared to the quick peck she gave me during our first date, this one was a bit sloppier, deeper, more passionate, more natural. As our lips continue to clash, you try to up the ante by sneaking your tongue in, but she pulls back. I got worried that I took it too far, but what she said next put me at ease.

“Bed. Now.”

She didn’t have to say it twice. I held on to Kazuha tight as I stood up and carried her towards my  bed. After laying her down gently, I made quick work of my clothes as she did with her’s. Soon enough, we were both fully exposed to each other. Our cheeks were crimson due to the slight embarrassment, but only for a second before we got back on course. When I joined her on the bed, there was still some awkwardness in the air. I stumbled my way in between her legs, some hesitation clouding my mind. Despite all that, when our eyes met again she gave me the slightest nod. It was enough of a permission, telling me that she’s scared too but trusts me enough to go through with it. With that trust, I won’t let her wait any longer. I position myself accordingly, my tip resting at her entrance. The slight contact earns shudders from the both of us. She reaches for my hand so I meet her grasp. As our eyes stayed glued to each other’s, I slowly eased myself into her. Her eyes snap shut as I continue to push forward, closing even tighter with every inch she takes. Her grip on my hand also got stronger, she felt like she was crushing me. Though, neither could compare to how tight she was. With every inch I pushed into her, I felt like life was being squeezed out of me. She was snug and warm, like a mold made to perfectly take me. When I hilt into her, she whimpers as we both pause. I give her a moment to get used to being before she takes my face into her hands. She kisses me again before pulling away and nodding. Easy enough to understand what she wanted, so I granted her wish.

We started off slow. I pulled my hips back, letting her feel every inch sliding out while I felt her walls try to stop me. Halfway out, I thrust back in, earning a shriek and a moan from Kazuha. We repeat the cycle. Thrusting into her, slowly picking up the pace. Honestly, it felt a bit clumsy. A bit sloppy. But that’s how I knew it was real. Neither of us were faking anything. It was all natural.

We took the time to explore each other’s bodies. Finding out what worked for us, what got each other hot and bothered. As the night went on, we finally found our footing and groove. Our pace quickened. My thrusts started getting faster, reaching depths that she didn’t know she had. Kazuha had put one of her legs on my shoulder while the other had wrapped around my waist. Was she showing off her flexibility from ballet? A hundred percent. But it was working for her though, and it was working for me too.

As I continued thrusting into her relentlessly, Kazuha’s moans started to get louder and more frequent. She’s getting close, I am too. I latch on to her neck, creating whatever sensation I can to get her over the edge. Kissing her skin, sucking on her flesh, licking her sweat, even leaving marks for the world to see. I switch to her calf, the one resting on my shoulder, and start leaving kisses there too. 

By now, Kazuha was lost in the throes of her pleasure. Her head was basically hanging back, her mouth fully open to let the lewd sounds she was making to freely escape. If there were any words that were escaping too, they were too incoherent to be understood. Some did get through, and they were music to my ears.

“So… close… harder…” she managed to get out in between moans. They do their job though, and encourage me to go even harder. My hips start rocking into her at a relentless pace. I go back to her neck while she bites my free shoulder. The pain from the bite was temporary, but the pleasure that the two of you were chasing was forever. I felt myself start teetering over the edge, but then her walls started spasming around my dick. She let go of my shoulder as a labored cry escaped her mouth.

“Oh god oh god oh god! Fuck, I’m…” Her mouth is left open in a silent scream as she reaches her climax. Her hips start bucking as she rides out her peak. All the added sensations got me close to edge. I just had enough control left to delay it and warn her.

“Zuha! I’m–”

“INSIDE! FUCK! INSI–mmph” I didn’t need to hear the rest. Instead, I just needed the feeling of her lips on mine again as I brought us to the finish line. It didn’t take long though. 

As our lips were still locked, I rocked into Kazuha one last time. One final thrust as I lost all control. It felt like I almost blacked out, the only sensations that kept me conscious were her lips still connected to mine and her inner walls contracting around my pulsing dick. I felt every rope of cum shooting out into her waiting womb. Her velvet walls continued to spasm around me, milking me for every drop I had to flood her insides.

After a few minutes of riding out our shared high and recovering from the intensity, I pull out and plop down beside her on the bed. We spend a few moments reeling, some giggles escaping before we turn and face each other. God, getting lost in her eyes was so easy. Even after experiencing the throes of her pleasure, she still looked perfect. Her lips curl into a soft smile. I can’t help but match it. We both just opened a new door to our relationship, one we won’t hesitate to explore.

So we did.

Over the next month we continued stoking the roaring flames of our pleasure (just a fancy way of saying we were horny). As memorable and exciting as they all were, I can list some standout moments:

1. The first time I ate her out on the kitchen counter. That surely unlocked something in her. No more being shy, just straight up almost destroying her vocal chords from the constant shouts and moans. I realized this was her favorite (therefore mine too) especially when her toned and strong legs snap around my head just before she hits her peak. Fuck she tastes so good.

2. Bending her over her make-up table and fucking her from behind in front of the mirror. Apparently her favorite kink. She liked seeing her facial expressions in her reflection, and I did too. I already had an amazing view of her sculpted back, but seeing her beautiful and perfect face react with every thrust gets me off faster than it should.

3. Shower sex. Need I say more? I do? Fine. We got a chair specifically for that. Only gets used for half the time though. She loves riding me on the chair while the water falls all over our tangled bodies. Don’t get me wrong, I love that too. But there’s just something about pressing her against the tiled wall and railing her against the cold that does something for me. Not to mention that smirk she does when she sees me give my all in thrusts. Fucking drives me crazy.