Discovering Something Special 24 First Date

"Hold me," Seraphina stretched out her arms towards me, looking all coquettish and pretty.

I was stunned, but I quickly snapped out of it and pulled her close.

Her head was resting on my chest while her naughty finger drew circles on my muscled arm. I felt electricity shoot its way through my whole body. The amount I felt was enough to power the whole apartment building for days. There it was again... the Seraphina effect. I was definitely whipped.

I drew back from the hug, swept her hair behind her ears, held on to her chin, lifted her gaze to match mine, and placed my lips against her soft plump lips.

"Ah! This is what the internet means by 'b.u.t.terflies in the belly'," I thought to myself as I deepened the kiss.

She tasted like strawberries with white chocolate; what she just snacked on. Her arms around my waist tightened and she responded to the kiss with much vigor.

1minute... 3minutes... 7minutes... until I lost count.

The kiss evolved from being deep to lips smacking, back to deep kisses and continued in that pattern until I let go.

Anymore and the beast in me would eat her clean. She's my precious treasure so she must be treated with care.

We cuddled and kissed repeatedly til dinner time came around.

"There's a new African restaurant that just opened up next to the grocery store. I've wanted to try it out for some time now," she said as her eyes were imploring me to say yes.

"Let's have dinner there, then we can go grocery shopping to digest the meal."

It felt like diamonds were sprinkled on her lips because her smile was blinding. She pecked me and went back to her apartment for change of clothes. I changed mine also, and we headed out for dinner. The store was really close, so we opted out for a couple's stroll.

"This is our first official date. No friends, no nosy family, just us," Quincy said in a soft tone.

"It was our first official kiss too," I whispered into his ear as I gave his hand a squeeze while maintaining our intertwined fingers.

I was glad to get away from the inquisitive elders too. They were all too troublesome.

Quincy blushed when she said that and reciprocated the hand squeeze gesture.

Quincy and I entered into the restaurant, and the atmosphere was very welcoming. The walls were decorated with pictures depicting how various meals were to be eaten. What I guess was a traditional music was playing at a calm volume. A waft of good food drifted into my nostrils, and I smiled at Quincy.

We took the seat closest to the window and settled to search the menu. The pictures of the dishes made it easy for me to decide.

"I'll have the pounded yam and stir-fried vegetable with a.s.sorted meat," I ordered as our server jotted down.

"I'll have yam flour instead," Quincy said.

While waiting on the dishes to arrive, I thought about something we haven't done yet.

"Let's take a picture silver eyes. I don't want to pop up at your apartment everytime I want to see your face," I commented as I let his eyes look deep into mine.

Silver eyes, brown hair, well carved out eyebrows, and the softest full lips I had ever seen. Quincy was perfection in every way.

"Yes ma'am. You don't have to come to me everytime. I'll be the one coming over," his eyes curved as he smiled heartily.

My heart skipped so many beats like it was running out of gas.

'Heart be still!'

"Your mouth is dripping with honey," I squeezed out after managing to calm my powerhouse down.

"That's because you're my sweetheart," his eyes were filled with love when he said that.

"You're my sweetheart too," I said as I held his hand on the table. I couldn't look into his eyes, so all I could do was hold his hand.

Sugary words weren't my forte. I cringed everytime I watched them on TV. I might be perverted, but I am a shy pervert.