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e met on this very site, me and my lovely date who I will refer to as Kristen for anonymity's sake. After talking for a few days we decided to meet at a cute coffee shop a block away from her apartment in NYC. I travelled up from my borough, wearing a form-fitting deep blue dress. It was one of the first warm days of this season so I wanted to feel the breeze all over my thick thighs. I wore a lacy blue thong and matching bra, just in case.
I was drawn to her online because of our shared love of animals and her gorgeous curly black hair. We shared hair tips and tricks and sent back and forth pics of baby animals before we got a bit serious online. When I first saw her in the shop, all those butterflies flapped furiously in my belly.

We hugged, her busty top pressing into mine in a not-so-subtle way, and she showed me the cute animal blog she was scrolling through mindlessly before I came.

She was even more lovely than her pictures showed. She blushed immensely on seeing me, explaining how she was anxious and decided to just show up early, and that she already had a cookie and not to judge her being a "lonely weirdo". I was nearly in love. We hugged, her busty top pressing into mine in a not-so-subtle way, and she showed me the cute animal blog she was scrolling through mindlessly before I came. Her laptop, by the way, was ornamented with a bunch of cherries. It was cute. We got on line for coffee and went through that awkward moment of who would pay and if we were together, and it turns out we have the same order. So, equipped with two cotton candy fraps, we decided to take a stroll outside around the noisy city.
We talked more about the stuff we'd brought up online, all the while slowly sliding closer and closer until our arms were linked and our fraps finished. Her giggle at my expansive meme knowledge was as cheerful and warm as the just-budding dandelions that have been rapidly emerging in every spot of greenery. She scrunched her nose in an adorable way every so often, a sign of her allergies betraying her, which oddly enough endeared her more to me, probably because I share the same allergies. A family that is sick together, stays together, maybe?

After a few hours of walking, having both drank medium-sized drinks, we had to go. That's when she impulsively decided to show me to her apartment.
We walked there slowly, blushing the whole time, and once we entered I was charmed by the musty smell of old books and wet dog. Her Shiba Inu greeted me enthusiastically- so much so that I also had to use the bathroom to clean up doggy drool. That's when I wound up in love, definitely, with a cute little doggo kissing me.

I found all her sensitive spots, and she found my love of love-bites.

Since her apartment was nice and cool from the actual functioning air conditioning unit (and no bedbugs!) we decided to Netflix and chill. It almost went horribly wrong when we innocently decided to watch a Studio Ghibli film neither of us had heard of (Grave of the Fireflies) and ending up sobbing messes. It worked out in the end- we needed drinks after that, for sure.
So after a few cups of her home-made cocktails, we hooked up right on her couch. She was impressed by my sexy clothes, btw. Kristen rocked an army green pair of boy shorts and a sports bra. We kissed passionately, shooed away her Shiba, and did some more.

I honestly can't remember who made the first move because we'd just shared a deeply emotional moment together, from the film, and we just sorta started feeling each other up.
I found all her sensitive spots, and she found my love of love-bites. I wound up bruised and (lightly) abused. We didn't get too carried away, as she'd admitted to never having sex on the first date, just some light play without toys. But damn, was she amazing. Definitely can't wait to meet up with her again, after the night I spent at her apartment. The U-haul lesbian stereotype continues!