The Perfect Date by Egglime

An adult stories – The Perfect Date by Egglime

I have more than 20 stories in my drafts dating back months ago and this mindless smut story, which I just started writing the day before yesterday, is the first one finished.

Please send help : /

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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, watching people play. Or at least, they appeared to be watching. In reality, they were 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 like them, Stacy and Austin made an instant connection. They were both quiet people — from 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 had the same classes. 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 sensitive.

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

Still, he knew there was something 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 looked like the perfect poster girl for the perfect poster family — like one of those celebrity family magazines his mom browses through.

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

Surprisingly humble, straightforward. Amazingly intelligent, if a little sheltered.

She had rich parents who were actively present in her life (you’d be surprised how rare that is).

And she dressed well too. 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.

More than that, she gets along with everyone. And he means everyone. If you needed something from a club or a faculty member, she’s 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 was only until a few months later when they themselves started to catch on. It was during Independence Day. Red, white and blue colors decorated the campus just as much as crowds did.

Trying to get away from all the excitement, the two found themselves working together on a project in the library.

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, Stacy 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 joke.”

She shook her head.

“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.

“I don’t.”

Stacy looked down, visibly disappointed, “Oh…”

“I like you a lot.”

She stared up at his eyes again before rolling 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 a month 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. “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.

“That’s okay, Tin. We should go. Everyone knows these claw machines are a scam.”

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