New Experiences

He thought about it for a moment, "Isn't that, you know, a little awkward having people down there?"

"Only if I get hard." she smirked, drawing out another of his blushes as he glanced around as if checking to see if anyone had overheard her before turning back to see her giggling gently again, "Ah you get used to it really and it's nice! Like having a haircut, but all over."

"And those little tufts at the back of your hooves?" he asked, curious since they stuck out a little longer than the rest of her coat.

She smiled brightly, clearly happy he'd noticed such a small detail, "I think they look cute."

"They do," he said, her smile deepening as they sipped from their drinks, Sarah draining the last of hers.

"So uhm... Should I get another coffee? Or..." she left the rest hanging, curious.

Or?..." he prompted her unhelpfully, smirking.

She rolled her eyes, but smiled, "Ooor, we could hit up a club? I know a good one just up the road."

Jason thought for a moment then smiled, nodding, "Yeah that sounds good."

She smiled brightly and he lifted his cup, finishing his own coffee in a long swig before setting down his cup, letting out a low sigh, "Shall we?"

"Mm!" she responded eagerly, taking a step back from the table, waiting for him to join her.

He stepped down from the chair and collected his scarf and coat from the back, of his chair, shrugging his coat on, subconsciously feeling for his keys and wallet, making sure both were in their assigned pockets before opting to stuff his scarf into an inside pocket, figuring he wouldn't need it if it was such a short walk.

Regardless he buttoned up his coat, popped his collar and looked across to Sarah, who was stood there smirking, "What?" he asked, matching her smirk.

"You just look so cute popping your collar, trying to look like Sherlock hm?"

He laughed a little and shrugged, motioning with his head towards the cafe's door, "I mean he's got style?"

"True," Sarah smirked and followed him towards the entrance of the cafe, pausing only briefly to retrieve her own heavy winter coat from the rack, pulling it over and around herself, joining him outside.

He looked up at her, able to properly size her for the first time now they were outside and it seemed she was doing the same, a quiet moment passing between them as they looked one another over.

The top of his head came up to her shoulders, conveniently, at least for him, putting her full swell of her breasts at just below his eye level. With her build, being taller and thicker than his, she seemed practically amazonian in proportion, making him feel smaller than he actually was.

"Shall we?" he said with a smile, offering her his arm which, with a smirk, she took, looping her own around his and glancing around.

"This way," she said, gently tugging on his arm as she urged him down the street.

He walked with her, finding himself smiling a little, enjoying her company and the pleasant warmth of their bodies so close together as they walked, just the right amount of intimacy.

"Can... I ask another question?" he asked, breaking the silence as they walked.

She looked down at him, smiling a little and nodding, "Sure?"

"...Even if it's a little weird?"

She grinned, looking ahead, "Those are the best questions."

He hesitated despite her agreeing, "So, like... How do you, you know?"

"What?" she asked, glancing back down at him.

He shrugged, "You know."

"I really don't," she nudged him playfully as they walked, smiling, "Come on, out with it?"

He bit his lip, "...Jerk off?"

She let out a soft laugh and gave his arm a soft affectionate squeeze, "Asking the real questions now, hm?"

"Well you said I could ask anything." he said a little defensively, but with a softness to his tone.

She giggled a little, "I don't, I just go on dates with cute boys like you and see where it leads."

He blushed brightly, which only caused her to laugh more, squeezing him again, enjoying his discomfort.

He walked alongside her, his arm looped with hers and found himself in a position he seldom came across, he was on the back foot, Sarah taking the lead it seemed, causing him to blush and feel uncertain as to whether or not she was teasing or being honest. He had, after all, come out here with the almost express intention of getting some action, how difficult would it be to believe that she had come out with the same intentions? The good girl vibes he'd gotten from her profile, with her warm friendly smile and freckle speckled cheeks seemed, increasingly he thought, to mask a not so innocent side to her.

They arrived at the, he thought, hilariously named, 'Centaur of Attention' and stepped in through the wide framed door into the familiar sensations that came with, Jason knew, any club, the scents of people and alcohol, the club thrumming to a beat that he'd heard before, but couldn't name, the crowd, to his surprise, a pretty even mix of human and centaur, the space inside dominated by a mainly vacant dance floor in the middle, ringed with tables, booths and the ever present bar.

He looked up at Sarah who was smiling, nodding her head a little to the beat of the music before glancing down at him, catching his gaze, her eyes sparkling, "Hey! Wanna grab us some drinks if I find us a seat?"

"Yeah, sure! What do you drink?" He asked, raising his voice over the thumping of the music, unbuttoning his coat.

She pursed her lip a little thinking even as she looked around, giving the club a cursory glance to see if she could locate any obvious gaps, "Uh, I'll just have a Canterbury Ale to start?"

He nodded and smiled, "Yeah sure," he stepped away from her, glancing back only for a moment, giving himself a wide-angle view of her, strangely admiring of the equine figure under the gown draped over her.

He tore his eyes away from her, making his way towards the bar, finding one of the spots reserved for humans, a few steps leading him up so he could rest his elbows on the smooth polished surface of the bar where he set about the age old contest of trying to catch the barman's eye, a challenge, given he was peaking over the edge of the counter practically like a child, stood next to a nine foot centaur guy, his palms on the counter and his arms straight as he peered forward.

Jason glanced the massive centaur over, quick and simple, sizing him up. He furrowed his brow a little glancing back to where Sarah was, making her way to a table that was just being vacated. If she was a bottom, like he hoped, surely she would go for someone like this guy, not him.

However, if she was a top-...

"Fuck, Jason! Hey! I thought you weren't coming!" Jason blinked, his train of thought derailing at speed as he turned, surprised to hear his name, from a familiar voice, no less.

"Shit, Paul! Hey! What're you doing here?" he asked, grinning as he clasped his hand with Paul's, "Feels like forever since I last saw you!" It had in fact probably just been a couple hours.

"Pff, enjoying the break from me huh?" he chuckled, grinning back, "And what do you mean what am I doing here? I said the team was coming here for a drink! Isn't that why you're here?"

Jason peered around the club, his eyes going wide as he spotted Sarah at her table, glancing around he found his team, mercifully not right next to her, practically on the other side of the club, "Ah, I knew you were going clubbing but I didn't know here! No, I'm here with my date!"

"Oh, no kidding? Which one is she, no wait! Let me figure it out!" he laughed and peered around the room, "This should be easy... Is she, oh, fuck!"

"What?" Jason asked, raising his eyebrows at his friend and co-worker.

"There!" Paul pointed across the club, right at Sarah. Jason opened his mouth, his brows furrowing, genuinely surprised that Paul had so easily picked out his date, "She's the one! She's the cute waitress here I was telling you about before!"

"No shit?" Jason responded, "She's also my date."

Paul turned to him, his eyes wide, surprise on his boyish features, "You're kidding?"

A voice by Jason's shoulder cleared his throat, "You ordered?"

Jason turned back to the bar, a mid-sized centaur peering across at him, questioning, "Oh er, no, can I get a Canterbury Ale, two pints and a Jack and coke, single?" The barman nodded and Jason turned his attention back to Paul, who had a grin on his face, "What's with that look?"

"You're on a date with a centaur! And a hot one too. Is she uh, you know?"

Jason glanced back towards Sarah, who was watching him curiously, doubtless wondering who he was speaking to, "She uh, yeah."

Paul chuckled again, "Ah well if you're walking funny on Monday I'll know why."

Jason laughed too and nudged him, "Ass."

"Hey, it's yours on the line tonight buddy," Paul smirked.

"Oh yeah? Your girlfriend letting you top again?"

"Pff, not bloody likely."

They shared a laugh and Paul grabbed his drink, seemingly having been served before Jason had arrived at the bar, "Hey, if the date goes bad come over and join us yeah? Don't just get all sad and bounce."

"Aye, I will, cheers Paul."

"Cheers Jason," Paul smirked, raising his glass as he stepped down from bar to make his way back towards their team.

Jason watched for a moment as Paul rejoined the group, biting his lip, wondering for a second whether or not he would point out Jason or Sarah, but he was pleased to see not, Paul just rejoined the conversation without so much as a nod his way.

Jason smiled. He was good people.

He turned back to the bar just as the centaur placed down a two-pint stein of Ale and a glass of Jack and coke, the two glasses looking comically different in size when placed side by side. He fished in his coat pocket and drew out his debit card which he booped against the proffered device, the contactless card quickly and simply making the necessary payment.

Carefully, biting his lip and trying not to spill any he collected the two-pint stein in one hand and his slender glass in the other, the muscles on his arm carrying her drink straining a little as he made his way back towards her.

Successfully he placed the drink down before her, smiling as he climbed up into the seat opposite where she stood, "Hope two pints is your regular size!"

She smirked and nodded, lifting the stein with a worrying ease in one hand, leading him to wonder just how strong she was, taking that first satisfying sip, "Mm, It is, thanks, so um, a friend of yours? I think I've seen him here before."

"Heh, yeah, pretty much my best friend, though I work with him too, he brought the work crowd out for drinks."

She nodded curiously and smiled, "I saw him pointing at me?"

"Ahha, yeah," he sipped his drink before continuing, "he was actually telling me before that a cute centaur was working here and he wanted to show her off to me... Turns out that was you, didn't know you worked here?"

She laughed a little, "Ahh I see, that makes sense I suppose. He seemed nice! Full of smiles."

He bit his lip for a moment, watching the way she so casually held up the stein he had struggled with, like it was nothing to her, "That's just not fair," he said with a grin.

She smirked, raising an eyebrow, "What isn't?"

"I struggled to carry that stein and there you are, well, just holding it," he said, laughing softly.

She laughed, shrugging casually and lifting the stein to her lips, taking another deep drink, as her head tilted back slightly he couldn't help but glance down, admiring the fullness of her breasts against her shirt, straining to meet him.

"It's not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise," she giggled.

He glanced back up and laughed too, sipping his drink.

They soon fell into conversation, talking about drinks, about how much more it took to get a centaur wasted than a human because she likely weighed more than four times what he did. They talked about films, music, sport, their interests surprisingly aligning quite well, they enjoyed the same musicians, genres of film and, to their delight as they got in a new round, found out they had even once been to the same gig a couple of years back.

They refilled their drinks a couple of times and the club began to liven up, the dance floor becoming busier as the volume of the music began to sneak upwards, drowning out conversation leaving only the loudest shouters to continue to talk.

To hear one another Jason and Sarah had been forced to lean across the table, bringing themselves quite close to one another, allowing him to better admire her gorgeous features, the fullness of her lips, the depth of her eyes, the accentuating wonder of her freckles.

Lazily as they talked, one hand clasped around her stein, her other toyed with a lock of her glorious sunrise orange hair, fingers twirling the wavy length.

As they tried to discuss the race they had both watched that night gone, a song started to play that they both recognised as being the artist they had seen separately together at the gig.

In a long swig, Sarah drained the remaining two-thirds of her current two-pint of ale and set it down with a thunk and a content little sigh, her expression turning into one of glee as she registered his stunned expression with how quickly she had drained her glass.

"Come on!!!" she shouted over the swell of the beat, "come dance with me!"

He stared at her for a few long moments, mouth open, feeling his mind buzz with the alcohol from however many drinks he'd had, he looked down at his half-empty glass, then up into the hopeful face of his gorgeous centaur date.

"Why the hell not?!" he shouted back and she grinned, watching as he downed the rest of his own, feeling the whiskey settle in his stomach as he stood, taking a step towards the dance floor, his eyes glancing over to where Paul had been, no longer, apparently him and his team had bounced, much to his relief, not, he was happy to feel, because he was ashamed of his date, but because he would be ashamed of them seeing him dance. Not that he was any bad.

They hit the dance floor, the various centaurs, humans, men and women alike making a space for them without ever acknowledging their presence in that way people tend to do when ignoring what's around you brings the potential of being stepped on by a literal tonne of centaur, and they began to dance together.

Slowly at first, their movements quickly came to match the beat of the music, syncing with it and one another, the world seeming to fall away leaving just the two of them together with the music dictating their moves.

He kept it simple, nothing fancy, but her dance was feminine, practised and astoundingly graceful, something he hadn't expected from someone effectively with two left feet.

He stared at her, marveling in her simple unadulterated beauty, her eyes closed, her body swaying, feet stepping to the music, her waist gyrating as her hands traced up her sides to be held above her head, her hair with a wild edge to it as she opened her eyes, half-lidded, smirking at him, her cheeks flushed with colour, her expression sultry, desirous.

The tempo to the music changed with the song, so lost in her vision of beauty he almost stumbled, her hand reaching out to catch him, laughing as she steadied him, her eyes shining in the multi-coloured lights that flooded the dance floor, her skin shining with a little sweat.

"Hey! Wanna get out of here?" she shouted, biting at her lower lip, a needy expression her gaze.

Swallowing he nodded and she gave him a little squeeze, taking his arm once more in hers as they started to walk, albeit a little unsteadily from the dance floor towards the exit, her grip on him a little more possessive than he remembered it being on the walk over, not that he minded in the least, of course.

As they stepped outside into the cold of the evening he hardly felt it, warmed as he was by her company and the alcohol flowing through him, he left his coat unbuttoned as he walked alongside her, not paying attention to where his feet were taking him, following her lead.

"S-so," he said, a little loudly, voice unadjusted from the yelling he'd had to do to be heard over the din of the club, "back to yours?"

She looked down at him, a sparkle in her eyes as she nodded, "Mmhm! We're gonna have some fun, you and me."

He blushed some and glanced back at the horse part of her sceptically, but even guessing at what she might have in mind, he found himself excited, not afraid, he wanted to explore her, to learn, to experience, to, he was surprised to find, make her feel good.

He swallowed as they walked, her hooves clipping beside him as they made their way through the streets, his heart beating a little faster, his senses a little heightened, he felt the thing he'd been missing with so many of his previous dates, a spark, a tiny little flame of romance.

He could hardly believe he was thinking about it, about them, as a couple, but when he thought about tonight being just a one night stand, it made him worry.

"Hey, uh, this is gonna sound weird," he said, stumbling a little as he walked, blushing a little, he didn't realise how much he'd had to drink.

"Not getting cold feet on me are ya?" she grinned, moving her hand from his arm around his waist, like he was hers.

"No! No, I, I just, you know, really like you, is all... I mean..."

She laughed a little, her fingers squeezing into the softness of his waist slightly, "Oooh so you're an affectionate drunk?"

He blushed brightly, feeling a little annoyance well up in him for not being taken seriously, "N-no!" he hesitated, "Well, yes, but, I mean it, I like you. Like like."

Her laugh faded into a curious smirk as she glanced down at him, trying to read into him, "Mm... Well I like like you too, Jason. Now how about we stop worrying about stupid stuff like that and get you home to enjoy a face full of horse dick. We can save all those words for the morning when we're sober."

He opened his mouth to respond, but the words, 'face full of horse dick' swept through his mind. He really would have something to talk to Paul about, he realised in an odd moment of clarity.

"Here we are."

He blinked, pulled from his thoughts and glancing around, realising he wasn't quite sure where he was, but not caring, he was at Sarah's.

He hadn't known what to expect when it came to centaur housing, he had expected it to be huge rooms and sprawling single story complexes, so he was surprised to find that it was an especially tall building, the windows on the exterior indicating that each floor was maybe twice the size of each standard floor he was used to.

He'd seen buildings like this around before but never really thought anything of them, he'd never considered, or noticed that they were centaur apartments.

On the inside, he felt comically small. Where the club and cafe had at least been tailored for both humans and centaurs, in here it was strictly the latter, everything higher, taller and bigger, it felt like being a child again.

He must have been staring as he felt Sarah take him by the hand, "Come on!" she urged, tugging him along with a smile.

They waited for a lift at a row of four, another amenity he hadn't expected and was given a surprised look by another Centauress as she stepped from the lift, making for the exit to the building.

He smiled meekly and followed Sarah into the huge elevator, designed to be able to accommodate, it seemed, two of the much larger Centaur's there was enough room for Sarah to comfortably turn around in.

As the lift started to slowly rise, painfully slow he turned to Sarah, another question pressing at his mind, "So, like, what do you do if there's a fire? Is there like, a-mm!"

She had rolled her eyes as he had started to speak, her hands moving under his arms and in an instant she had lifted him up into the air, his feet hanging off the ground as she took a step forward, pressing him into the mirror on the far wall of the lift, her lips pressing tight to his.