Good Days Bad Days

First Date

When I finished work an hour later Ricky was waiting outside for me. He was wearing a shirt and jeans with a leather jacket and had had a shave. He looked pretty handsome when he made an effort.

"This is for you." he grinned and handed me a red rose.

"Aw! Thanks!" I grinned. "So where are we going?"

"I thought maybe we should start with a coffee. There's a great place down the road." he said and offered me his arm.

We talked as we walked arm in arm. He was nice, not the creep that I thought he was a few days ago.

"I was wrong about you. I thought you were another weirdo. You're actually really sweet." I admitted.

"I do my best!" he laughed.

We sat in the cafe for hours and I was hanging on his every word as he told me about his day. I was such a tart. Before I knew it it was dark outside.

"I'm kind of hungry. Do you want to go to a pub or somewhere and get some chips and a pint?" I asked.

"You're just my kind of woman! You said all of the magic words!" he laughed.

"I know somewhere you'll love then!" I grinned.

About half way to the pub I frequented I realised we were holding hands. That was slightly awkward. He didn't seem to mind. His hand was lovely and warm against my cold hand.

"Are your hands always this cold?" he asked.

"Yeah, I've always had cold hands and feet. For as long as I can remember." I said.

"It means you've got a warm heart." he smiled. "I'll give them a warm though."

He stopped and took my hands in his. He rubbed my hands a bit to warm them with friction.

"You have lovely hands. Long fingers but manly." I noted.

"Thanks, not as lovely as yours. You could model jewellery." he smiled.

"Thanks." I blushed.

"Ah, some colour in your cheeks." he chuckled.

He was still holding my hands when he leant in and kissed me on my flushed cheek. I looked at him warily as he pulled back.

"Too much?" he asked.

"Maybe." I shrugged.

We continued walking to the pub, not holding hands this time. We ordered drinks and a plate of chips at the bar then found a table. It was an old fashioned pub with rusty signs on the walls and jars of pickled eggs behind the bar. We chatted more about what things we liked and found out we had a lot in common. We liked similar films and books, both liked art and rock music. Then we got talking about his band.

"We're playing The Roundhouse at the weekend. I'm sure I can arrange something if you want to come." he said.

"Yeah, why not!" I shrugged. "So what's the band's name? I'll look you guys up when I get home."

"We're called Kaiser Chiefs. We've had a few hits." he replied.

My jaw almost hit the floor. "No way!" I laughed. "That's why I thought I recognised you from somewhere!"

"Yeah, I try to keep that quiet if I meet someone I like. I haven't really had much luck with that though." he sighed.

"With meeting someone or keeping it quiet?" I asked.

"A bit of both. I shouldn't complain but I don't like it when girls are suddenly all over me once I tell them about the band. It never lasts more than a few days." he shrugged.

"Well, ladies love a musician. Most of us find talent very sexy. Sometimes it's a drummer, guitarist or keyboards." I explained.

"And do you?" he asked. "Singers maybe?"

"I think you're handsome, if that's what you're asking. Not just suddenly since you told me about the band. I'm not one of them." I smiled.

"Thanks." he blushed.

A few pints later and we were telling each other jokes and having a good laugh.

"Ok, what do you call a blind deer?" I asked.

"No idea." he shrugged.

"Exactly!" I laughed. "No eyed deer!"

He thought about it for a moment then laughed when the penny dropped.

"So what do you call a blind deer with no legs?" I asked.

"Still no idea!" he laughed.

We sighed as our laughter subsided and looked over at each other.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked.

I nodded. He slowly leant over and I leant in too. It was quite romantic until we bumped foreheads. We laughed it off then went in for a second try. Oh, hello! That was good! We kissed longer than we probably should have for a first kiss and in public. We pulled apart for a moment to grin and look into the other's eyes.

"I didn't expect that." I smiled.

"I did!" he chuckled in a deep voice.

We spent the next half hour kissing in the pub before we decided this was going somewhere. I grabbed my bag and followed him outside. My head was crazy. Part of me was telling me not to go home with a man on the first date but the stronger, slightly drunk and randy part of me was trying to hail a taxi.

When we got a taxi he gave the driver his address and pulled me across the back seat and onto his lap by my thighs. Our kissing jumped up a notch now we were alone, sort of. At first he was kissing my neck and biting my ear then we were kissing with tongues, fingers in each other's hair. All hot and wet and passionate.

We almost fell out if the taxi after I shoved a ten pound note through the window to the driver. Ricky jabbed about with his keys at the front door. We stumbled in, still joined at the face, and slammed the door shut. Clothes were flung on the floor as we made our way upstairs.