Date Nights Ch. 01

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hi there! This will be a continuation of one of my works, under a similar name, "The Perfect Date."

After rereading the story and the comments, I decided to polish the story a little, redesign it as a first chapter, and make a series! Kind of like a montage for Stacy and Warren's cheating adventures specifically on date nights.

If you have any recommendations for a certain activity you think would be hot to cheat in, drop them down in the comments below.

Thanks! Hope you enjoy.

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In a bustling amusement park, under the neon glow of the lights — a man and woman were standing by a machine as they watched people play. Or at least, they appeared to be watching. In reality, the two were secretly stealing glances at one another.

Sometimes, she looks. Sometimes, he looks. Yet strangely their gazes didn't meet once.

Stacy and Austin met each other a year ago.

In the lively halls of their school, amidst the young chatter of uneasy freshmen just like them, Stacy and Austin made an instant connection. They were both quiet people — from very different friend groups, but somehow words came easily when they talked to one another. For the next few weeks following orientation, the two frequently shared glances and greetings from across the room. Fortunately, they took the same exact classes so the opportunities were plenty. During free periods, Stacy often found herself staring at Austin's back.

He looked nice, sure, but what really piqued her interest was his warm demeanor. The woman was convinced she had never met anyone as kind and sensitive.

Likewise, Austin couldn't help but notice her. Everyone in school does.

Still, he knew there was something other than Stacy's appearance setting her apart from the rest. Her inner strength, maybe. The type of quiet that grew up in an environment where she didn't need to be loud to be heard.

Well, that and her impossibly huge appeal.

Stacy Johnson looked like the perfect poster girl for the perfect poster family. The embodiment of an American family — self-made, hardworking, and successful.

They looked like one of those celebrity family magazines his mom browsed through.

Blonde-hair, green eyes. A little on the taller side as well — he was just ahead by a few inches.

Surprisingly humble, straightforward, intelligent, if a little sheltered. Stacy had rich parents who were actively present in her life (you'd be surprised by how rare that is).

Austin had to admit he liked the way she applied make-up too. He had never really been fond of them, but her lightly-applied tint and mascara suited her perfectly. On top of that, she dressed well. Austin knew nothing about fashion, but even he knew she had a great fashion sense, which served her well because she wanted to be a cosmetologist, despite majoring in Psychology with him.

And that wasn't the best part about Stacy. You'd think someone like her would be stuck up, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Stacy got along with everyone — and he meant everyone. If you needed something from a school club or a faculty member, she was the one you went to.

All that and more rendered Austin incapable of tearing his eyes away from her. Unbeknownst to him, the feeling was mutual.

Their eyes would always dart across rooms until they found each other. It came to a point where their friends knew what was happening before they did.

It wasn't until a few months later when they themselves started to catch on. During Independence Day, the red, white and blue colors decorated the campus just as much as crowds did. Desperate to move away from all the excitement, the two found themselves working together on a project in the library, side by side.

Quite possibly the most stressful and rewarding thing Austin has ever experienced.

The incessant flirting despite the nerves that gripped them, the words that hung in the air because neither of them dared to voice out their feelings — it was all overwhelming. The occasional silence made it even more unbearable.

When the few people that were in the library finally left, it was Stacy who finally found the courage.

"Hey, can I tell you something?" she asked, her voice hushed and steady despite her racing heart.

Austin looked up, his eyes meeting hers for the first time that day. "Yeah, sure."

"I've liked you for a long time," she confessed, her voice barely audible despite the total silence in the room.

His jaw dropped. "Come again?"

Stacy stared at him seriously before laughing uncontrollably. The look on his face was priceless.

Austin grumbled, "Is this a joke? Because it's not a very funny one."

The beautiful girl shook her head with a smile. "I'm not joking. I've liked you for a long time... and I heard from my friends that you might like me a little too. Is that true?" she asked.

Austin took a minute to get over his shock before shaking his head sideways.

"I don't."

Her head slowly dropped, green eyes visibly disappointed, "Oh..."

" — I like you a lot."

Stacy's drooping gaze abruptly rose to his before she rolled her eyes. "You know, you could've just said yes."

"I'm sorry. I just had to make sure you knew how much I liked you," Austin sincerely replied.

And boy did that make her blush.

The words poured out of their lips much easier after that. Amidst the silence that made them think louder and the occasional giddy laughter, they found comfort and peace in the honesty of their feelings. The unspoken words for the past few months were finally spoken.

Their initial awkwardness slowly faded too, replaced with this... palpable anticipation. They discovered their shared interests — the things they believe in, and the things that wake them up in the morning.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months and their bond only grew stronger. They finally decided to try dating six months ago.

Today was their third date, and unlike the previous two where there was so much pressure to make it romantic, Stacy and Austin seemed to have found a little balance, relaxed and nothing but themselves in this neon world of casual whimsy.

"We should go somewhere else. It's getting a little hot in here," she said, glancing at the crowd gathering around them. It was understandable, really. The men playing in front of them can shoot those golden hoops really well.

The boyfriend nodded. "Okay."

Children's laughter echoed through the theme park as Stacy led Austin by the hand and skillfully maneuvered through the crowd.

She grew up with four unruly older brothers, so she knew how to manage chaos. Especially after she invited Austin to the house for the first time — they only stopped bothering the two when the sun literally set and Austin had to leave.

Thankfully, Warren, her brothers' friend, reined them in a little. He was also a senior from her school — majoring in Business, though. So Austin and him didn't see much of each other.

She was broken out of her thoughts when she felt her boyfriend suddenly taking the lead. "Hey, let's go there. I want to get you something."

She followed his eyes, which were fixed on the crane machine. She never really had the penchant for stuffed toys, but her heart skipped a beat at the thought of getting one from him.

With a steady hand, the man led her to the machine and inserted a few coins.

"Do you have anything you like here?"

"Not really..."

Before she could explain, Stacy's eyes stuck to a yellow Minion in the far left corner — was he the one named Bob?

Austin followed her gazed and chuckled, "I figured as much."

She elbowed his chest and pouted at him. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

He grinned in response. "I'm just saying you don't exactly have the most normal taste."

Without wasting another second, the claw moved according to his will, attempting to snatch the unassuming yellow plushie. It successfully took a hold of the body, but the grip was too weak and the plushie fell before it could be pulled up, much to the boyfriend's disappointment.

"That's okay, Tin. We should go. Everyone knows these claw machines are a scam."

A grin pushed past the man's lips and replaced his initial expression as her heart skipped. "Let's just try two more times, okay?"

She nodded blankly and watched Austin try and fail once again. She could tell he was a beginning to feel a little frustrated now.

"That was actually better than the last. I'm impressed," she comforted him, trying to ease the mood.

Austin chuckled before inserting another coin — his last chance. Beyond the two's expectations, Austin actually got it the third time.

"Yes!" he cheered.

"No freaking way! I can't believe you just did that. I've never seen anyone win at these!" Stacy exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with astonishment.

Her boyfriend looked at her, grabbing the stuffed toy before handing it to her. "I couldn't fail when you were looking at me like that, can I?" he said.

Stacy's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. She reached out to hold his hand and chuckled, "Well, in that case, I'll take the credit. Teamwork, right?"

Their playful banter filled the air as they walked toward the rides. Usual attractions, really. A teacup ride, bumper cars, a rollercoaster — oh, and a ferris wheel about 80 feet off the ground.

"You want to ride that? The line is a little long, but it should be fun."

She looked at the line. Little was an understatement.

"Yeah, of course. Looks kind of fun. Let's go."

If she was being honest, the rollercoaster seemed more like her thing. She loved the adrenaline rush. Quite thrilling, really.

But she's never ridden a ferris wheel with a boyfriend before. It's like one of those cliche couple things you see in movies and books — which she absolutely adored experiencing.

So, she agreed. Who knows when she'll get the next opportunity?

The two walked towards the amusement ride, fingers still intertwined. However, as soon as they were about to get in line....

... Stacy's phone vibrated in her pocket. Giving Austin an apologetic look, she pulled it out and checked. It was a text from someone — quite simple, really.

But she read it twice. Then another.

Austin, focused on the line, did not see the shift in his girlfriend's expression. Whether that was unfortunate or otherwise remains elusive.

It wasn't until Stacy tapped his shoulder that he realized something was going on.

"Hey, um. Do you mind if we... postpone it a little? My stomach feels a little weird. I think it's the ice cream.

Austin nodded, concern painting over his eyes. "Yeah, of course! Do you need someone with you?"

"No, no! I'm really fine. Just... you don't mind waiting here?"

"Not really. I could hold the line for us."

The girlfriend nodded, seemingly in a slight trance. Her eyes were unfocused, clearly thinking about something else.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Austin gently held her shoulders and looked into her eyes, trying to read them.

Avoiding them, Stacy shook her head and kissed him instead. No tongue or some side-action — just lips purely connecting. It was supposed to be an innocent peck on the lips.

But it didn't feel like it at all.

Austin shuddered. The boyfriend couldn't pinpoint, exactly, but something... something was different with this kiss.

Stacy's full lips separated from his as she reassured him, "It's nothing. I'll be back soon, all right?"

She smiled at him and Austin could only nod in response, still quite speechless over the kiss. Before he could think more on it, his beautiful girlfriend already turned her back — walking away from him and the ferris wheel....

That was weird. Wasn't it?

Austin shrugged it off. He was probably just being a horndog.

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With her heart beating out of her chest, Stacy headed to the restroom.

What was strange, however, is that given the choice between the men's bathroom on the left and the women's on the right, she turned left....

No, this wasn't a mistake. After making sure no one saw her, Stacy purposely entered the men's bathroom.

With the cold air assailing her figure from all sides, she tugged at her blazer for some warmth. How she missed Austin already.

But thoughts weren't allowed in his vicinity. Not even thoughts of Austin.

Stacy stared at the man in front of her; he was casually leaning on one of the stalls, seemingly waiting for someone. The real reason she left... was the handsome man in front of her.

"Hey, what took you so long? I thought you stood me up."

"Warr, I told you not to call me when I'm on a date...." she said indignantly, pouting at him.

He chuckled, the rich deep tone of his voice almost felt like ice on her skin, "My bad, Stace. I just really need to empty my balls right now. You understand, right? I haven't had sex in two fucking days — can you imagine?"

Stacy blushed. She didn't have to imagine. Until now, she's only done it six times with Austin. On average, that was once every month.

The truth is, she's had sex with this guy exponentially more times than she could ever admit. Ever since she turned 18.

Warren was her first... and second.

Third. Fourth. Fifth.

She could barely count anymore.

It was his fault that her body....

"Becca canceled at the last minute because her boyfriend was snooping around and saw one of our videos. Pretty sure he's a closet cuck, though. I'm sure it'll work out."

Red hot anger suddenly bubbled through Stacy. Being one of the prettiest girls on campus, she was used to being the center of everyone's attention. To find out she was his second choice, as some sort of replacement for some girl... nothing was more insulting than that.

The beautiful girl shoved him away. "What are you trying to say, Warren? That I'm a back up? I can't believe you!"

To Becca, really? The nerve of this playboy. She was way better than that bitch —

Stacy shook her head and suppressed the feelings that oddly rushed from within her chest. What was she actually mad about?

Seemingly aware of her thoughts, Warren looked at her and slowly grinned, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Oh, Stace. Are you jealous?"

The girlfriend replied through gritted teeth, "You're insane."

Warren gently caressed her cheeks, fingers running through her perfectly defined jawline — no doubt trained by the sloppy cock-sucking she gave him almost daily. "You don't have to pretend with me, you know? We can skip on this whole fake act for your boyfriend and I won't think less of you — you know I prefer jealous girls anyway. Now tell me, what excuse did you give what's-his-name?"

Stacy fumed once again at his audacity, "Oh, here we go again! It's been a year since I told you about him, Warr! His name is Austin — you could be a little bothered to remember it."

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, clearly not listening as he lasciviously eyed her body.

A shudder traveled down her spine. Under the man's (admittedly) beautiful eyes, Stacy always felt like she was a product to be assessed — with her curves and her body reduced to numbers.

It was something she never quite felt with Austin, despite the fact that their eye colors were way too similar — more than she was comfortable with.

"By the way, do you have a condom? Left mine back at the house," he asked.

Stacy knew the answer, but she hesitated to say it out loud — doing so would bring to light her hypocrisy. Warren grinned.

"You do."

"Shut up! It's not like that."

"What's it like then, Stace? 'Cause it's definitely not for your baby-dicked boyfriend."

"I... I just saw it in the house and I grabbed it in case this happened. Nothing more, all right?"

She swatted the senior's hand away from her blooming cheeks.

"Then why do you look ashamed?" he pointed out humorously, and Stacy couldn't say anything.

She was ashamed. Why wouldn't she be? She had brought a pack of condoms to a date — and it wasn't for her boyfriend.

Stacy couldn't even mouth an excuse. No one would ever believe the extra large-sized condoms belonged to Austin unless they were blind. He was barely her height.

Stacy kept her head down. She couldn't bear to see the judgment in Warren's eyes.

But he only looked at her silently and kissed her earlobes. "Don't be. I love prepared girls."

His compliments shouldn't make her feel giddy, but it did. It never really helped that he was so intimate.

Like a magnet, her body leaned in and kissed him back, hands unconsciously inching towards his lower body.

"Someone's excited," Warren whispered teasingly before he pushed her against the door, cornering her inside one of the stalls. The bathroom might be currently empty, but he couldn't guarantee no one would come in. He only hoped people would get the gist and leave. Because he couldn't promise silence.

On Stacy's behalf, at least.

Stacy moaned as Warren started to bite at her neck and fondle her tits. The man grinned at the lost expression on her face.

The woman liked to pretend otherwise, but she's always been this way, this hardcore slut. Essentially nothing was off the table since her first — and he wondered if she thought that was his fault.

Because he would certainly deny it. Ever since he met her, Stacy was a born and bred A-class pervert. It didn't matter that her brothers were right in front of her — she eyed him up like a piece of candy every time he visited.

She probably thought he didn't notice the dirty, furtive glances from those beautiful green eyes, but he did. And it drove him crazy for months. In the end, he couldn't control himself.

Mostly because he realized he didn't have to.

The slut obviously wanted it. Twirling her hair, flirting with him when her brothers weren't looking — she was a fucking tease. She loved being seen as a woman.

Warren was positive she would love feeling like one even more.

So one day, when he realized no one was home, Warren swept her off her feet and fucked her like a woman. His woman.

In her room. Then her brother's room.

And from that moment on, Warren knew he had met his match. She took his big cock like a challenge. If Stacy had only seen herself — the look in her eyes when she first "conquered" the gulf that was his cock....

If her brothers had seen her, they wouldn't recognize their sweet little sister.

She was everything a man ever wanted in bed and more, including him. If she had asked to date him then, he probably would've said yes. He'd drop his fuck-buddies in a second for her too.

But she didn't.

Oh, she called him for a fuck every day, even after she met the little bitch boy, but she never once expressed her interest in that way.

"Give us a kiss, Stace," he ordered gently.

And now he was stuck playing this sick game of control and jealousy.

She nodded before unbuckling him skillfully. The sooner she could go back to Austin, the better. This bastard had a lot of nerve treating her like a second choice. And it was shaping up to be a perfect date with her boyfriend too.

She didn't know which of those two made her more angry.

But Stacy opened her mouth anyway and took him in. Warren was a monster — she kept forgetting that fact until she took his cock inside her throat. Almost triple the size of Austin, she thought Warren was the norm because he was her first.

It was quite a shock when she realized Austin — and most men in general — didn't have half of what Warren was packing.

"Oh, fuck. Your mouth feels amazing, Stace. You could barely take in three inches on your first time. Now you're deepthroating almost half of my cock in the first minute."