The First Date

This story is inspired by a true story. I lived in a house where I had absolutely no freedom, so you might not be surprised when I tell you that when I found out I had covid, the first thought that came to mind was, "Yes! I'll have my own room for 17 days!". The first two days in quarantine passed by like an absolute breeze. I was enjoying what I was doing and I had all the freedom in the world. No annoying parents bugging me to do this and that, no siblings pulling my hair and tugging at my clothes. It was pure bliss. By the end of the third day, it got a little boring and I did not know what to do to pass my time and it suddenly struck me, dating apps exist and, since everyone is on lockdown, I would not have to meet anyone I match with. I downloaded every single dating app that I could find on the play store. I created profiles that I thought made me look good and I started getting matches almost instantly. Before I go ahead with the story, let me tell you more about myself. I am Amy, (name changed for personal reasons). I was in a very toxic abusive relationship that had ended really badly in February 2018. There was a lot of mental abuse, s****l abuse and physical abuse and it ended with r**e and cheating. I had shut myself off from people, turned asexual and I had absolutely no intentions of dating again and I had decided that I would never let another human being touch me ever again. I was traumatized and I remained that way till October 2020, when I matched with Aclan (name changed for personal reasons). Two days went by with me swiping no to every like or request that I got. I finally came across this profile where the guy looked hot as ever. His profile said he was a doctor, he seemed kind from the way his eyes looked and, at the same time, they had this mysterious charm that I couldnt seem to pull myself away from. I accepted his request. That night I got a message request from Aclan. I accepted and we spoke about the basic stuff going on in our lives. All of a sudden, he tells me he's horny, and me being asexual, tells him that I wouldn't be comfortable doing something like that, especially when I meet someone online. He's clearly disappointed. He apologizes, tells me that he is drunk and to pardon anything he says for the rest of the night. We proceed to talk about his career and how much he loves children and how he knew being a pediatric was his calling. I enjoyed the conversation and I felt this vibe I hadn't ever felt with anyone before. As the days went by, we grew closer to each other, we started letting our walls down and sharing intimate details about our lives, the things that we wanted to do, the things we could not do, family problems, stories of past relationships. He helped heal my damaged soul. I started feeling attracted towards him. I knew I wanted to touch him, hold him and kiss him. I did not want to go further at that point, but I was ready to do that much. But alas, ovid and quarantine and lockdown. We were helpless and were forced to communicate only via calls and text. This was not at all easy considering he was a doctor and he had a very hectic schedule. We hated that we couldn't meet, but loved the fact that we had each other to talk to during this time. I was weak from the virus and was sleeping a lot. He took the time to call to remind me to take my medicine, took notes of my heartrate and oxygen stats. He listened to me rant about my situation and laugh about how I was enjoying myself and the fact that he was such a great listener made me open my heart to him even more. My quarantine was coming to an end, but my lockdown wasn't, so I decided to agree to sext him on call. I was scared and nervous. It was a long time since I had felt that way about someone. I wanted him to touch me and feel me all over and do all the things that my friends told me their guys did to them. To add to the nervousness, I was a noob. I did not have any experience whatsoever. I had kissed 3 guys before him. each guy once. That was where my experience enfef. He was older than me, and a s*x god. How was I supposed to please him with the little experience I had? Luckily, I was a good writer and story teller. I just pretended I was writing a story featuring him and myself and went full steam ahead.