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Dear Diary

Today I’m gonna tell you about me and Meisha’s first date.

I’m not gonna lie—I was about as friggin’ nervous as I’d ever been.

See, dates weren’t really my thing. I’d never been asked on one and at that time thought love was a bunch of crap. I mean, soulmates? Blegh. I’d banged a few dudes, and those times were great, but sharing a bed with the same person every night, having to buy them flowers and chocolates and remember special days?

That didn’t appeal to me until I met Meisha.

Corny, I know. But there’s just something about her. I can’t really describe it. An aura or some shit? Being around her, even when she’s pissed off and beating the snozz off somebody, just makes me happy. That day we made out on her couch after binging cheap horror movies all day definitely wasn’t expected but I definitely didn’t complain.

And when she said: let’s go on a picnic date.

I wanted to say: Hell to the yes.

But instead said: That sounds awesome!

There’s this spot in Panty’s Landing, I ain’t gonna write where because I don’t wanna risk anyone finding it, where there’s a garden that apparently nobody knows about because it’s actually clean. That’s right—no graffiti, no used condoms, no pervs with cameras. Just tranquil flowers, perfectly trimmed grass, and enough space for two people. Who the hell tends to it, I don’t know, but I appreciate the heck outta ‘em.

Damn, it’s weird thinking back on how friggin’ awkward we were. I remember sitting there munching our sandwiches in silence. Somehow we could talk endlessly when we were just friends but the pressure of the word “date” had ruined all those things we had in common just a few days ago. Eventually Meisha just dropped her sandwich, looked me in the eye, and said what she was thinking(which is my favorite trait of hers).

“I’d so much rather be eating you out than eating this crummy sandwich.”

This might sound strange, but it’s the honest truth—hearing those words made me so fucking happy because honestly, I just wanted to cram my lips against hers and kiss her ‘till the sun went down. Since we’d made out, I hadn’t been able to get the thought of her soft hands roaming my body out of my mind. I wanted her badly, and hearing she wanted me badly…

I immediately dropped my sandwich, laid back against the blanket, and unbuttoned my shirt. “Then why aren’t you?”

That was all the invitation she needed to plant herself between my legs missionary style and rip my shirt open. Seeing how wide she smiled when she saw my tits for the first time? That was friggin’ awesome. All I wanted was to kiss her, but she was busy slobbering on my neck, fangs jabbing my skin as she squeezed my thighs hard enough to turn them red.

“Oh…” I moaned.

“You like that?”

“Mhmmmmm.”

Meisha began grinding against me, her groin hitting my pussy repeatedly, and goddamn do I sometimes wish she had a dick because she’s friggin’ great at this. I grabbed her ass, pushing her against me harder and harder as she pinned my shoulders down. People might have seen us, but we didn’t give a shit—we were lost in each other’s eyes and had forgotten there was a world around us.

When she pulled back, I squirmed, causing her to giggle. “Flip over,” she said, more like ordered. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to see that ass of yours. Hell, once I get my hands on it I might never, ever let go.”

We exchanged a long, sloppy kiss before I turned onto my stomach, pressing my tits against the blanket as I raised my butt high into the air. One swift slice with her claws shredded my pants, revealing myself entirely to her. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t friggin’ embarrassed. Revealing yourself to someone you don’t plan on ever seeing again was one thing. But this was Meisha. I’d see her tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that…

“You’re so wet,” she said. “You’re literally dripping down your legs.”

Before I could even mumble sorry she said something which alleviated all my insecurities: “Don’t say anything. It’s hot. You’re hot. I could spend hours playing with this ass. It’s a snack.”

And then she dove her face into my pussy, squeezing my asscheeks as she swirled her tongue around my clit. I don’t know if she’d ever eaten anyone out before, but I assume she had, because she was a pro. It wasn’t long before my knees buckled and I found myself sinking my teeth into the blanket, biting it so hard I tore part of it off—something she’s still razzing me about to this day.

When I eventually came, it was earth-shattering. My legs shook so bad they were sore for days and I had to gnaw my knuckles to keep myself from moaning so loud the entire block would have heard me. Finished, I lost control of my body, falling flat against the ground, panting as sweat leaked down my brow, unable to do anything except relish in the pleasure I’d just received.

Meisha, proud of her success, laid her back against mine, pressing all her weight against me as she began nibbling at my ear, gripping my hips tightly. “You came so much, my face is soaked.”

“Heh,” I said. “That was…amazing…”

“Yeah?” She began softly humping my ass. “You know, I’ve brought a few toys with me in case you wanted to keep on going.”

“You…planned this…huh?”

“I always come prepared,” she said. “And I’m always gonna make you cum.”

And that, dear diary, is the story of my first ever date with Meisha.