The First Date and a night of.....

Sidney made reservations to this wonderful Italian Restaurant on the South Side. He arrived just as he said he would at 6. I came out in my pink plaid Sugar boots, American Eagle jeans, and a turtleneck that had little stripes at the cuffs of the hands.
"Wow mademoiselle. You look quite exquisite tonight." He complimented.
"Why thank you Monsieur, you look quite spiffy as well." I returned.
"Shall we?" He said holding out his hand.
"Yes. I've been waiting for some excitement for a while now." I said. Sidney chuckled.
We walked out of my dorm complex and outside on the curb was parked a silver Range Rover. Sidney opened my door for me like a gentleman. Then he opened it for me when we arrived.


The restaurant really was romantic. There was candlelight on all the tables. Sidney pulled my chair out for me and everything. The waiter came up with a bottle of champagne and poured it into the two wine glasses on the table. Then he brought out this big plate of pasta that was delicious. After we were done eating, I decided to get to know this Sidney Crosby as the guy no one sees off the ice.
"Do you have a sister?" I asked.
"Yeah, Taylor. She just graduated high school. You?" He asked.
"I'm an only child. If you ever meet my parents, as a forewarning, they are the biggest hippies you will ever know in your lifetime." I said.
We sat there for a good hour talking over things. I really did like him. This champagne though was getting to me. We headed back to his apartment at half past seven.


Sidney unlocked his door. I immediately pushed him against his wall and started kissing him. Then I started to unbutton his shirt.
"Aren't we going too fast?" He said.
I didn't even hesitate to answer.
"No. This feels right." I answered. I knew what I was doing was wrong. Does he even have condoms?
We kept kissing until he lead me to his room. It was real plain. White bed sheets and a tv. Clothes were thrown everywhere. We ended up on his bed with no clothes on. I felt everything too. His sweet kisses. My legs wrapping around his. His dick going in and out. God I couldn't help it. Sex with him felt good. After two hours of hot sex, we fell asleep. Good thing tomorrow was Saturday. I don't think I could will myself to work or classes. I couldn't help it. I was a good girl gone bad.

Looks like I got myself into a whole bunch of trouble..
Then my parents decided to drop a bomb on me the next day.