Your first date with Ellie was lovely. The dating apps don't always result in good company and stimulating conversation, but she did not disappoint. She was gorgeous, charming, intelligent... out of your league if you're being honest with yourself. Last weekend, you met her for drinks and then parted ways after exchanging phone numbers. Now here you are, sitting across the table from your auburn-haired crush on your second date. You only hope that the butterflies that you feel are mutual. When you see her in the wearing the form-fitting, flattering white cocktail dress, you figure she must like you at least a little.
The conversation is flirtier than last time and you get lost in her light-green eyes. After making a really dumb joke she laughs way too hard... you're smitten. You never felt this energy with any of your past girlfriends and you're hopeful that there will be a third day. You two linger in the restaurant after dinner. There's a pause in the conversation and it seems like she stopped herself from saying something as she looks down and away. "What?" you coaxed her with a grin. "What if I told you..." she seems hesitant, but regains composure, "I really enjoy hanging out with you. Do you want to keep the conversation going at my place?"
The question catches you off guard and you blush. You like Ellie so much, but the scenarios you played in your mind didn't include moving this quick. You believe that taking things slowly may be better for building your connection, but you accept the invitation to avoid an awkward interaction, that would dampen your chances with her. She lives in a house not too far, so you hold hands as we walk there. Ellie mentions, "By the way, I have a roommate, Isabella. I love her to pieces and I know you'll love her too! Hope that's not a dealbreaker...". "Of course not!" You instantly reply. Hard to think of what would be a dealbreaker with someone as great as Ellie. "Good. She's really nice, but maybe not as... light-hearted as me." She then said with a tone that betrayed her usual confidence, "She'll probably go to her room and leave us alone when we get there."
You arrive to the house on the corner of the street. You enter the living room through the front door and see a stunning woman wearing a nightgown sitting on the couch with her legs crossed. She's looking at something on her phone as she looks up at you. She doesn't move except to arch an eyebrow and tighten the corner of her mouth in a slight grin. "Hey Ellie, who did you bring home with you?", she says, standing gracefully; her dark-colored nightgown clinging to her curves. "Hey Izzy! This is my date that I was telling you about." You introduce yourself making sure to maintain a respectful line of sight. "Ellie has been talking you up the past week." Isabella said to you as she turned to Ellie and asks in almost a whisper, "Did you tell him yet?"
Ellie turned bright red as she replied "We're getting there." They both look at me, Isabella with a cold smirk. Isabella's demeanor turns serious as she tells me "Any guest that enters this house, does what we say and follows our rules. Do you consent?" You're taken aback by her phrasing "... yea, of course." Isabella turns and walks to her room, hips swaying dramatically as she says with a hint a glee, "See ya around." Ellie still blushing from Isabella's questions takes your hand and leads you to the couch. Her dress rides up her leg as she sits and crosses her legs as an automatic response. Your curious about what Ellie is suppose to be telling you, but you figure she'll tell you when the time is right. You and Ellie turn your attention to continuing your energetic, somewhat flirtatious conversation.
There's a lull as you look in each other's eyes and you go in for the kiss. It's electric and deep. You feel comfortable and warm as you're hit with a rush of adrenaline. You pull back your to see Ellie's perfect smile. You smile back when you notice out of the corner of your eye a twitch on Ellie's lap, coming from under her dress. You glance down and Ellie takes notice; she shifts where she sits uncomfortably.
