>We bond over having fucked up lives and going back to church for shallow reasons
>Eventually we bond over our mutual interest in cooking
>Then we bond over out mutual interest in old movies and crappy T.V. shows
>I even get him to play Stardew Valey with me
>Eventually he asks me on a date
>I’ve never been on a date, either as a man or a woman, so I’m nervous but I say yes
>He’s a lot of fun to go on a date with, but I’m SO sure he’s bored with me by the end of the night
>We did a Bob Ross night with takeout and I think he was frustrated by how easily distracted I got
>He doesn’t text me for a few days but when he does it’s back to normal
>I figure he got weirded out dating a tranny or a space cadet and needed some time, but surprisingly he invites me out again a day later
>This time it’s like…a date-ass-date, movie, dinner, walk through a park while we talk
>I feel so comfortable with him I almost forget we haven’t been dating for a while
>He ends the night by walking me to my apartment and kissing me on the cheek
>I almost feel sad that he didn’t come in
>The next day he sends me a link to a concert for a band we both like – Oingo Boingo
>They’re freaks and they make freak music for weirdos, they’re also not super popular
>As such, the concert is like a 90-minute drive away
>I thought he was just showing me something cool but he asks later if I’d like to go with him and I say yes!
>This time I pay for the tickets and offer to drive to thank him for the previous two dates
>We get there and everyone in the band is stupidly old
>They have some rando singing for Danny Elfman since he got bored with the band like 2 decades ago
>The guitarist has to go to the bathroom in between songs because his heart meds make him pee a lot
>It’s still a kickass show
>I get drunk and he gets buzzed and we dance listening to No Spill Blood and it’s like…real dancing

>Not like choreographed steps, it’s like the primal animal wiggling that only happens when you let go of your inhibitions
>He ends up sober enough to drive by the end of the show, which is great because despite driving here in my car I’m such a lightweight to alcohol that I’m still too drunk to walk, let alone drive
>We leave humming Dead Man’s Party and get in the car to listen to the last 3 minutes of Insanity on low volume while we catch our breath and gush about how cool it was to see them live
>At some point in those 3 minutes his hand ends up on my thigh
>At my hand ends up on his hand
>And we end up holding hands
>And as the shitty radio in by messy car tapers off from Insanity and the opening lines of Only a Lad start he leans in and kisses me for real
>Like how a man kisses a woman
(I assume, I never kissed a woman before I trooned)
>We make out in the parking lot and even staying clothed this feels different and better than my previous FWB ever did
>He’s massaging my nipples over my shirt and I know y’all are gonna laugh but I actually start drooling
>He starts drinking in my saliva and spitting it back into my mouth and it makes the hair on my arms stand up
>I feel his hand stabilize my head, cradling me right where my neck meets my skull and sustaining me as I let myself sink into him
>I feel his stubble on my face
>I smell the cheap licorice he bought during one of the guitarist’s bathroom breaks
>I recognize the lingering taste of the canned starbucks coldbrew he downed to ensure maximum sobriety on the drive home on his tongue
>The night is cold but my car is hot because my heater is stupidly good
>I use this as an excuse to take off my outer flannel and he takes that as an excuse to start groping me more intensely
>He breaks off from the kiss to pay more attention to my nipples

>I rest my chin on his shoulder while his calloused, sweaty hands pinch and twist my nipples until something inside me breaks and my vision goes white
>Suddenly I forget where I am and I start trying to push him away
>He’s so patient as he opens the car door to let the cool air reorient myself to where I am
>Once I regain my breath he tells me he’s sorry for scaring me and asks if I want to go home
>Never in my entire life have I felt this safe with a man
>Truly, I don’t even understand what my deal is
>Literally, not figuratively, 1 minute ago I was crying because I was scared and overwhelmed
>But instead I ask him if he can do it again
>He laughs and pulls me into his lap before he says yes
>He asks me what my safeword is (babybell, like the cheese) and any time I start getting overwhelmed he pauses to ask if I can remember my safeword
>Like y’all
>Literally :heart_eyes:
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>After a few minutes of his tongue bathing my nipples and my thighs start to shake
>I try and tell him that it feels good but my breath is catching in my throat so all that comes out are little squeaks that vaguely sound like words
>Suddenly it happens again
>Full-blown panic mixing with an orgasm the likes of which I only knew I was capable of experiencing in theory from smut manga

>I’m sputtering out pleas for him to stop and slow down even though I quite literally do not want that
>He seems to understand what’s happening because he steadies my head on his shoulder again and tells me to just focus on breathing
>He uses his hands to knead my nipples while he whispers “it’s OK, you’re safe” in my ear
>Jesus fucking Christ I might have been safe before he said that
>But it’s like my tits can sense is kindness and decides to reward his pure heart with an orgasm so hard I swear to God I can feel my fucking soul ripping in half
>Once I catch my breath the rest of me decides to reward his pure heart by sucking his dick until I’m pretty sure I suck a bone out
>We take like an hour with the car doors open just catching our breath
>By the time my ears stop ringing I’m sober enough to drive
>That was like 4 months ago and I just got to the point where tonight, an hour ago, I got to meet his kid as “dad’s girlfriend”
>Wtf do I do anons? I don’t deserve a man this good.

>>42190867
Marry him