I was nervous at dinner and because he lives further away I had to pick the place and I hate that. On top of that because I knew we would be back at my house later, it was all I could think about. I remember that I didn't have much to say, I must have been a terrible companion and every time he touched me it made it worse. I remember thinking if he had reached down my shirt in the restaurant I would not have minded at bit, I just wanted him to touch me. After pulling up in front of the house he began to kiss me and we stayed in the car for a little while, I wasn't sure at what point to invite him in (I felt very awkward, it was laughable). Once we were inside he guided me or at least it seemed like it to he bedroom and I felt more relaxed (because I didn't feel like I was in control anymore).
He left after that and I fell asleep like a baby, the slut in me wanting more.