Zach learns to never judge a book by its cover.

It's usually pretty calm and, on a Monday night, it should be an easy setting for us to focus on each other.

We decide to meet at the restaurant and I wait by the front door for her. My breath is nearly taken away when I see her out of her work attire. She's wearing a tight v-neck t-shirt that accents those lovely tits of hers. Her Capri jeans are tight as well and they show off her very flattering figure. Her hair is down and hangs nearly to her waist and she is wearing her contact lenses instead of her glasses. She looks like a completely different person; someone who would fuck you silly and not hide the fact that she'd do it all over again in a heartbeat. I even notice her dainty sandals and purple toenails. She gives me a bashful smile when she sees my obvious approval. I hold my arm out and she interlaces hers within mine.

"Thank you for accepting," I say with a huge grin.

"Thank you for inviting me. I'm really sorry for the way I reacted," she says as we head towards the door.

"Don't be. We're past that now, right?"

"Right," she agrees.

Dinner involves a lot of laughing and flirting. I find myself looking at her and trying to see her true identity but I can't even imagine anything but the beauty that sits before me. I quickly give up and stop wondering about who she was and I focus on who she has become. She's a woman who has stolen my heart and I don't think she even knows it yet.

"Thank you for everything," she says as we exit the restaurant. "I haven't laughed that much in a long time."

"I needed that too; I've been so down with everything going on. Thanks, Andrea."

"Would you like to come to my place?" My dick hardens in record speed at the sounds of those words coming from her.

"Sure, I'll follow you."

We pull into her driveway and I take in the quiet little neighborhood in which she lives. The neighbors are close but they all look to be well-kept and have a friendly vibe to them. Her house is small yet well maintained. Her yard is neatly mowed; her flower boxes are weed-free.

We walk inside and the place is cozy. She offers me a drink which I accept and we make our way to the couch where she sits down rather close to me. She places her hand on my thigh and gives it a light squeeze.

"Zach, I need to know your limits," she says as her hand trails up closer to my cock. The pressure of it throbbing against my jeans makes me want to squirm but I don't want to move and make her think I'm shying away from her touch.

"Limits?" I ask. She wastes no time and the question nearly blindsides me.

"I'll be straightforward; I want you to fuck me," she says with lips that are leaning in closer to mine. My eyes widen. 'Holy shit! She's moving really fast,' I think to myself. Did I just hear this cute, innocent librarian spew brutal honesty that makes me want to fuck her here on the living room floor right here and now? But I can't! I mean, I don't know how to go about doing this. Is she a top? Bottom? I've never had anything in my ass before; is she expecting me to surrender my virgin ass to her? I didn't even think about that. She did say she is the one who wants to be fucked, though. So many questions suddenly swirling in my head and I find myself feeling extremely nervous.

"I...umm...well, I don't know what I'm doing. I've never been with a man before and I feel like I'm having sex for the first time all over again," I stammer.

"I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Tell me what you will and won't do," she says as she runs a hand through my hair. The feeling sends a rush through me and I close my eyes.

"My ex-wife and I had a threesome once.

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