One Small Problem

You take a moment to admire yourself in the mirror. You look incredible, even if you do say so yourself. From the style of your hair, to the carefully chosen outfit, topped off with some eye-wateringly expensive aftershave, it is clearly visible how much effort — and expense — you have gone to. You tell yourself that it is going to be worth it. That Ashley is worth it.

You have had a crush on Ashley for ages. Initially, you just admired the view, but then she crept into your fantasies and regularly appeared in your dreams. You weren’t sure you would ever have a chance with someone like her. Then, one day, you just seized the courage to ask her out — and, to your surprise and delight, she said yes.

The first date was just drinks at a bar, but it went well. Really well. She flirted with you the whole time and you clearly had great chemistry together. At the end of the night, before she got in a taxi, you kissed and it was sweet, and soft, and she smelled amazing.

A second date was a done deal — which brings us too tonight. Ashley is coming to your place for dinner and drinks — and you are certain that this night ends with her in your bed. You can hardly wait.

Around the house, the stage is set. The lighting is low. There is soft music floating in the background. Even a scented candle to put a light fragrance in the air. The whole thing is practically the stereotype of ‘romantic setting’, if your intentions were not already crystal clear.

The doorbell rings and you have to hold yourself back from running to answer. Instead, you stroll over — taking your time. Patience and anticipation, you remind yourself, all good things come to those who wait.

Opening the door, Ashley is on the other side, and she looks stunning. Clearly, she has made every bit as much of an effort as you have. She looks absolutely stunning in her figure hugging dress that shows off every curve, tantalizing you with the flawless specimen that lies beneath. You greet her with a warm embrace, and without thinking you both kiss — and it is every bit as intoxicating as the first.

You have to fight the urge to start peeling off her clothes there and then on the spot, but you rein it in. Plenty of time for that. Separating, you see that Ashley looks as flushed as you feel. That feeling running through you; she felt it too.

“I brought a bottle”, she says, offering it to you.

“Great!” you say, “that’ll go nicely with dinner — which should be just about ready”.

True to your prediction, it is, and the two of you sit across one another at a table. The food, like the atmosphere, has been judged to perfection — and is delicious. Beneath the table, you find your feet brushing together with a little footsie ensuring you are both completely aware of the presence of the other.

The drink that Ashley brought is also really good stuff — but also quite strong. You can feel it go to your head, and the flush in Ashley’s cheeks suggests its gone to hers too. All told, the evening is going perfectly — better than you dared dream. And after dessert you will both be all over one another — insatiable with another kind of hunger.

At least, that is, until one small problem comes up.

“So”, you say, trying to find out more about your date, “tell me something else about you. Tell me… something that you really, really love”.

Ashley looks thoughtful for a moment, as she considers your question. “Umm… pineapple on pizza”, she says, then nods confidently, “I honestly couldn’t live without pineapple on pizza in my life”.

The words are like a cold splash of water and send a chill down your spine. You hate pineapple on pizza. In fact, no one you know likes pineapple on pizza. You and your friends make fun of people who like pineapple on pizza. This cannot be happening. How can it be that the girl of your dreams — who is clearly into you too — likes pineapple on pizza!

Thankfully, Ashley has failed to notice the effect of her words on you. You swallow and decide that you need to choose your next words carefully.

“Oh, that’s interesting”, you lie, “Oh hey, what’s Jasmine been doing lately?”

With verbal dexterity you move the topic to safer, more familiar ground that you both share. Ashley takes the bait and soon you are chatting away, relaxed and enjoying each other’s company. It was a near miss — but it’s going great.

Ashley is clearly starting to feel it too. She becomes visibly looser, more relaxed and a strange look settles into her eyes as she looks at you. There is a clear intention there that is impossible to miss.

You rise to take empty plates to the kitchen but when you turn back, Ashley is out of her chair too. Before you have the chance to say anything else, she closes the distance between you and — just like that — she is all over you. Her arms are around you and her lips are seeking yours. You do not resist and the two of you are locked in passionate embrace, feeling the closeness of your bodies, enjoying the sensations the other evokes. Lost in the moment.

Yet it’s not enough — and Ashley is feeling it too. She eventually breaks away from you and looks into your eyes. “I don’t want to talk any more”, she says intensely. “I want you, Justin. Here. Now”.

Everything has come together, exactly like you hoped it would.

“Follow me”, you say. Taking her by the hand you lead her to the bedroom. Just as with every other part of this date, you have set the scene meticulously. Freshly clean sheets and lit with scented candles. A perfect mood setting.

The effort is wasted on Ashley who only has eyes for you. With mutual enthusiasm and desire, you try to get rid of the clothes that pose the only barrier between you. All the while, kissing and caressing as more of the object of your desire is exposed.

You both tumble onto the bed and continue to explore one another, discovering which touches are the most pleasing. Ashley is everything you fantasized she would be and equally committed to giving pleasure as receiving it.

Together you stoke the fires of your desire until neither of you can bear it any more. You are hard and Ashley’s sexy body is waiting for you. You come together repeatedly. The feel of being as one is all-consuming, and you lose track of all time.

In the end, one of you utters a cry of ecstasy as the moment comes upon them. So caught up in a whirlwind of lust you can hardly tell if it was you or Ashley but the other follows swiftly behind. You let the waves of pleasure cascade over the both of you and then collapse into one another’s waiting arms.

Ashley looks into your face, her eyes slightly wide and an expression of almost awe on her face. “Fuck me that was good”, she says, “I had no idea you were so… incredible”.

You bask in the praise of your love-making prowess, equally satisfied.

Ashley continues to sing the praises of your sexual skills. “That was…” she casts around for the best way to describe the experience, “that was almost as good as pineapple on pizza”.

Talk about a mood killer.