The date
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Eve's POV
Sitting across from him in the restaurant was a challenge. It was almost like I was watching a movie of that exact moment rather than sitting there.
He seemed to be enjoying himself. I could tell by the smile on his face and his look of satisfaction. He was probably having a messed up fantasy about how I would follow him back to his place by the end of the night for some action.
As desperate as I was for some d**k, this was too much.
He looked like the type of weirdo that still lived in his mother's basement. I would sit across from him, endure his company and his conversation, enjoy the free meal, and then thank him for the free meal. It was the least polite thing I could do.
He told me his name was Bernie and that the pictures he used on his profile were from some years ago. His glory days he called them. I had a hard time believing the hunk on his profile was related to him in any way. I didn't believe it at all. He was capping.
A waiter showed up and Bernie ordered the special almost as if he had written the menu himself. He seemed confident in himself. Too confident for someone who had just catfished a woman.
The waiter left.
"You look super hot," Bernie said grinning like a teenager.
He looked incredibly ridiculous and sounded the part too. I mean who on earth still used words like 'Super hot' anymore?
I sighed trying my best to hold the bomb that was about to go off in my mouth.
"What am I supposed to say to that?" I smiled back at him.
Bernie said, "Thank you." and then shrugged. "I guess."
I looked him over. If it wasn't for the meal, he would have had to deal with my evil bitchy side.
"I know I'm hot. You on the other hand." I sighed, a long disappointing sound. "You are not."
He got red-faced instantly. He was about to say something but stopped when the waiter returned with the soup.
The soup looked nice and I could tell it was going to taste awesome. I was about to pick the spoon up when I noticed the waiter's eyes on me.
I looked up to meet his ocean-blue eyes. He had a firm handsome face with the body of an athlete. There was something familiar about him; like I had just seen him recently.
Blue eyes... Blonde hair... A confident countenance...
Then I remembered the startled look he had given me in school. The cafeteria! He was the kid who had been staring at me.
"I know you," I said squinting at him.
He seemed nervous as he smiled at me. His hand rubbed his neck. He didn't strike me as being shy so why was he acting like Alice in Wonderland?
"I-"
A dark-looking waitress called out to him from the kitchen. He apologized just before he left.
I stared at him till he disappeared around the corner. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was missing something.
Bernie watched me uneasily.
"You know him?" His voice quavered.
I nodded. This might just be my way of escaping this date. If I played my card right.
Bernie moved closer. "Isn't he a bit too young?"
Aren't you a bit too old? A bit too ugly? And a bit too unsexy? I thought giving him a sharp look. He had some nerves.
I knew I had made a mistake by not leaving him when I had seen him outside the restaurant. That was my shot. I could have turned around and he would never hear from me again. But here I was.
Bernie tried to bring up a conversation. He talked about work and I tried to pay attention, but my mind kept wandering. I noticed that Bernie had a habit of using big words and phrases that made him sound like a know-it-all. It was getting on my nerves.
I watched in horror as he chugged down a glass of water and belched loudly. He didn't even seem to notice he was embarrassing us.
"You know, I've been thinking," Bernie said, wiping his mouth. "I think we have a lot in common. We both love movies, right?"
I rolled my eyes. "Uh, yeah, I guess,"
Everyone loved movies.
"I'm a big fan of Sharknedo," He said, slurping on the soup. "It's easily my favorite movie ever."
"Oh, nice." I said.
What had I gotten myself into? I was sitting across from a man who thinks a movie where a tornado tosses a bunch of sharks around is the best movie. For f**k's sake.
I tried to smile at him as he devoured the plate of soup taking my appetite along with it.
I got up. "I need to use the restroom."
I didn't care about the meal anymore. He could f**k the plate of soup for all I cared. I was going to walk out of here.
"Looks like you're leaving." Bernie said seeing the direction I was heading towards.
I ignored him completely. He wasn't worth a second look. Bernie deserved to get arrested for being the old catfishing freak that he was.
Getting back to my apartment, I settled down to a cold pizza and an old rom-com.
My phone buzzed with texts from Matt. He was persistent. I had to give that to him.
While the pizza spun inside the microwave, I scrolled through Matt's texts, deleted everyone of them and then blocked Bernie on Tinder.
I got the pizza out and sat with my legs crossed as the show went on. The main character reminded me of myself so much. A young woman with no prospect of love or s*x trying to navigate in a weirdly f****d up world.
After the movie, I tried to sleep but I was too restless. I just rolled around on the bed sighing from time to time. My day had been crappy but that wasn't the reason for my restlessness. It was something else.
I opened my eyes and felt hot blood go to my face as I realized what was wrong. I needed release.
I had an instantaneous temptation to call Matt but it was gone before I had the chance to act on it.
Matt's d**k couldn't give me what I wanted. What I need. It would only end up making me feel more miserable.
I was naked because I always slept. Clothes were a burden I could only afford to put up with during the day. I had the urge to touch myself; an uncontrollable urge.
My fingers slid down between my legs. I was a little wet but horny as f**k. My pinky finger rolled on my clit and my body responded just as it should.
I stroked my wet p***y with one finger going deeper and deeper with every push. My legs twisted into a knot which imitated the knot I was feeling in my belly.
My body felt hot almost as if it was on fire and nothing could put it out except for what I was doing. Yes! Go on. That's it, I thought biting my lower lip.
I squeezed my left breast feeling the softness of my body. My breast melting to my touch and my hard n****e, big and thick.
"Oh fuck." I moaned out sofly.
"Shit." I cursed.
My heart beat rose and quickened to a maddening intensity. I could see my chest heave heaving.
I flicked my wet p***y with one finger until my p***y got so wet it felt like a jelly cake.
Two fingers went in and out.
"Arrr. Yeah. Argh." I moaned louder.
My whole body trembled.
I clutched the sheets squeezing with all my strength. Oh f**k. I'm so close. I'm about to -
Just then my phone rang.
I stopped red-faced. Who the f**k could that be calling me in the middle of the night, I thought angrily as I reached out my shaky hand to pick up the phone from the bedside dresser.
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