Cheyene's POV

"BITCH DO NOT FUCK UP MY MAKEUP!"

Rachel ran off with the spray bottle as I carefully wiped off the water and re-applied my eyeliner.

"I can't believe I'm going on a date," I muttered.

"I can't believe it either!" Rachel yelled from down the hall.

"Oh shut up,"

"Seriously," she walked into the bathroom munching on an oreo. "I thought you were done when that last asshole broke your heart," 

 "Eh," I shoved the mascara back in its tube and made the last few touches on my hair. "How do I look?"

"Sexy as fuck bitch!"

I stuck out my tongue at her. "Time to go meet Ashley then," I grabbed my purse and headed out the door.

"And if he turns out to be Satan's asshole just call me and I'll come pour Coke on him!"

I laughed and turned the keys into the ignition. I had had Rachel do that to more than one dates gone wrong. For some reason I never seemed to have much luck with dating. I mean the longest relationship I've ever had was only for a year, and that was in high school! Rachel had always tried to set me up on dates but they usually ended up with me shoving breadsticks in my purse and leaving. Eventually I just gave up. Love is just a childish fairytale anyways.

Then why the fuck was I going on this date?

To that question I had absolutely no answer. Ashley just provoked something I hadn't felt in a long time, passion. I actually liked this guy. He made me feel like a 16-year-old who just found her first boyfriend.

Well, shit.

I parked my car and walked into the fancy Italian restaurant Ashley had asked me to meet him at. Damn this place was expensive, they even had white tablecloths! Ashley must have a shit ton of money!

I felt a hand brush on my shoulder and a warm voice speak my name.

"Hey baby, glad you could make it,"

I turned around to see the sexy man himself in a black suit. His brown eyes shimmering with mystery and deviousness, but also a hint of something kind and loving.

"Well I decided I might as well go on a date with someone who can actually get me off,"

He laughed and led me to our table.

"Well if that's what you're looking for, I got you covered,"

I giggled as he shot me a flirty wink.

"Are you two ready to order?"

"Yes, I'll have the shrimp scampi, and a bottle of Moscato for the lady and I,"

"And for you Miss?" the waiter asked.

Shit. I hadn't even looked at the menu.

"Umm I'll have chicken parmesan," I listed off the first thing I saw.

"I will put those in and be right back with your wine,"

"Thank you,"

"So why did you ask me on a date? I mean you obviously play the field quite a bit.

"I don't know. You just seem so...i don't know but I love it,"

"Well that's one way to compliment a girl,"

He blushed and I laughed. We talked and talked about everything until our food came, which we quickly devoured.

As we waited for the check, Ashley's hand slide slowly up my thigh.

"Watcha doing there Ash?"

"Oh nothing," his hand slid further up and under my skimpy dress.

His finger slowly rubbed my wet folds. "Looks like someone's not wearing panties,"

"I never do, they're uncomfortable,"

"Oh, I really like you,"

The check came and he paid as quick as he could, then dragged me to his car.

Ashley layed me on the back seat, kissing down my neck as he tore off my dress making me moan and shiver. His tongue slid down to my dripping pussy as he devoured me.

"Mmm fuck Ash more!"

He sucked on my clit and groped my breasts, leaving me almost screaming.

"Shit Ash ah I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it baby, come for me,"

He slapped my pussy and sucked harder as I came.

"Fuck Ash!" I grinded against him, riding out my high.

"Oh we are so doing more of this when we get home,"

He carried me back to the passenger seat and buckled me in. He turned the ignition and we sped out of the parking lot.

And Ashley had a huge boner. Which was very fun to tease him with.