A First Date with Sofia
Short Story: All About Sofia | Chapter 2
I had called Sofia the night after we had done the practical. I remembered how nervous I was when the phone rang, and how nice it was to hear her voice when she answered. I was so pleased that the same rapport that we had shared was still there. We chatted briefly and I made arrangements to pick her up at 7pm the following Saturday night.
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Wanting to make sure everything was right for the date, I raked my mind, should it be epic?, should it be simple? what would she like? An idea came to me based on something she had mentioned during our conversation in the lab. The idea was set, now the planning….
Calling an old friend who definitely owed me a favour, I managed to get some tickets, and he mentioned something I immediately thought would make it even more special. I made a reservation at a small restaurant that i knew down on the beachside of the harbor. It looked out over the water and wasn’t usually too busy on a Saturday night.
When the day came, I could felt nervous, but relieved and excited that the day was here. Summer had turned to Autumn and the weather was little colder. I left home probably way earlier than I needed to. But didn’t want to be late, or early I guess. The address was a little set of units and she was on the 2nd floor. I climbed the stairs and knocked on Sofia’s door right on time. Perfect so far….
The door opened and a girl with black hair and of medium build greeted me with a massive churlish grin on her face. ‘Hi, you must be here for Sofia?’ The grin grew to almost laughter as she motioned me inside, ‘she’s just finishing getting ready’ ‘take a seat, I’ll let her know you’re here.’ She disappeared in the back of the unit.
I waited a little uncomfortably for around 5 minutes until Sofia emerged. Her appearance instantly made me excited but I tried desperately to control that feeling. She smiled warmly and my heart almost jumped out of my chest when our eyes met and held for several awkward but intimate seconds.
The transfixation was broken with an indistinguishable, but sharp, whisper from the doorway behind her. She turned toward her flatmate and rebuked her tersely, ‘stop it’ but a clear smirk crossed her face and her cheeks flushed as she playfully pushed her. Her flatmate retorted with ‘have a nice night you 2’ as she retreated into the room giggling and closed the door.
Sofia turned back toward me and shyly gave me a look of apology. I was momentarily stuck for words, but managed to eek out, ‘oh thats ok.’ As she moved toward me I let my eyes drift to admire the girl before me. Her eyes, her hair, her mouth. She was wearing an overcoat that was unbuttoned enough to allow my gaze to see the sheer black dress, black stockings and mid height black heels she was wearing. My eyes returned quickly enough to notice her own reciprocal visual checking out. The albeit brief expression on her face made me smile inwardly. The physical attraction seemed mutual.
I hadn’t given too much away about the plans for the evening, and as we walked toward the car, Sofia casually enquired about them. I smiled and explained we would be going to dinner and then coyly mentioned that there was a surprise later in the night. I regarded that there was a look of intrigue but just a hint of trepidation on her face. I reassured her, oh it’s a good surprise, i promise.
When we got to the restaurant, I could sense that Sofia seemed a little tense. The conversation seemed to stagnate, she seemed to be steeling herself. Was she having second thoughts?, had i said something? was she nervous? She removed her overcoat and her whole body visibly drew a deep breath as the dress below was completely revealed.
She looked absolutely stunning, not cute, not adorable, and suddenly at a polar opposite to her look at our previous interlude. In an instant she seemed to visibly be transformed. I had to very quickly catch myself and my jaw from dropping to the floor. She noticed, and she looked very pleased with herself.
I managed to recover some degree of poise and the conversation over dinner was warm and filled with rapport and a growing verbal intimacy. After about 2 hours we were ready to leave and we had about an hour to the next part of my date plan. As we exited the restaurant I asked Sofia if she would like to go for a walk along the foreshore. The pathway snaked away down the waterfront and as she happily agreed.
I made a move to hold her hand. But unfortunately it was poorly timed as I caught her in the same instant as she was putting on her overcoat. She tried to take my hand but it was stuck in the coat, With my hand left hanging, the moment became quickly awkward. As I withdraw my hand, she found hers and quickly chased mine and held it, her body moving closer as she drew me toward her. We walked, hand in hand for a while, chatting, observing the water, regarding the other people as they passed us.
Where the path came to an end there was a small jetty with a rotunda that overlooked the waterfront and the headland beyond. The lights of the foreshore were far lower here and the moonlight took over. We stopped, took in the view, and turned toward each other. As I turned to her I was struck by the softer light making a silhouette around her face. She looked angelic.
I took her other hand. I looked into her eyes. Right there, right then, her eyes told me it was time. My gaze moved to her lips, they glistened, they quivered and I moved in. The first touch was soft, gentle and tasted sweet. It felt exhilaratingly nice but with the restraint of first exploration. My hands moved to her hips and slightly around her waist toward her back.
We both began to get lost in the kiss but after a few moments the sound of approaching people interrupted us. A group of teenagers on there way who knows where were coming towards us. Emboldened by the sight of 2 people kissing one of the youths made some crude remarks, which i was about to get offended by. To my surprise Sofia grabbed me more fervently than before and as if stirred on by the attention, kissed me deeply, initially recoiling slightly, I responded feeling her added passion.
The first touch of her tongue made me draw her in tighter and I felt the feathering touch of her breasts against my chest. My hands caressed her back. I felt slightly self conscious with a distinct stirring in my pants which was becoming difficult to conceal. The group of teenagers were silenced for a moment, perhaps in shock at the audacious display, but eventually they raised a bronx cheer and the group moved on.
As they left I felt Sofia slowly regain control of the escalated passion. The relationship had moved on. We began to walk back toward the restaurant, this time much closer. My arm was around her and her body was against me.
Now for the surprise….
Next Chapter –Surprises and Chivalry
