Valentine Date
Story Codes: M/F, Consensual




Valentine Date
by Natasha Pichette


"I don’t care how nice he is Maria, I am not going on a date with some stranger,” Serena scowled at
her sister; her long auburn hair falling loosely across her face.  

“For crying out loud Serena, you haven’t gone on a date since David left you,” Maria replied, placing
her hand on her hip and giving Serena an annoyed look.  “You’re not getting any younger, you need
to get out there and live a little again.”

“You’re insufferable you know that,” Serena replied, throwing her hands up into the air.  “Fine, if it will
make you happy, I will go on one date.  But if he turns out to be a jerk I won’t let you live this one
down.”

“Don’t worry, he’s a great guy,” Maria said,  pushing away from the wall and pulling her cell phone out
of her pocket.  “I’ll call Devon and let him know right away.”  She looked at Serena, her cell phone in
her hand.  “You know, I had thought you would give me more of a hard time with this.  I’m really proud
of how you are doing Serena.”

“Yah, yah, I have heard it all before,” Serena said, rolling her eyes.  “Just make the damn phone call
before I change my mind.”

“You’re not going to regret this, I promise,” Maria said, smiling as she turned her back on her sister
and dialled the phone.  “Hey Devon, its Maria…”  Serena tried to get closer to hear what Maria was
saying but her sister waved her away and walked out of the room, the phone to her ear.

Serena stood there stupefied.  Had she really just agreed to go on a date with a total stranger?  Ever
since David had left her she had been hiding in her own little world, strong on the outside but falling
apart on the inside.  She hadn’t even attempted to try to date again due to being scared of being hurt
again.  It wasn’t until now that the divorce had been finalized that she had started to feel a little like
herself again, going out with the girls more and starting to enjoy life.

She had never really been on a real date before, having met her husband in high school and marrying
him right after they were out of college.  Her friends always told her that she had been crazy marrying
the first man she ever dated, but, she had been in love and euphoria of it all didn’t allow her to think
clearly, that is until it cleared and she found herself alone again 10 years later.

Sighing she looked towards the doorway where her sister and disappeared and shook her head.  
“What have I gotten myself into?” she thought to herself, fighting the urge to tell her sister that she
had changed her mind.  She knew her sister only wanted the best for her and when she really thought
about it, Maria was right, she did need to get out more and move on with her life.  Who knows, maybe
this guy would turn out to be as great as her sister said he was and she would end up having a fun
evening after all.  What did she have to lose, other than her boring life as it was now.

“He’ll pick you up Friday at eight,” her sister’s voice pulled her from her revelry and she felt a sudden
nervous feeling in her stomach.  She felt like a teenage girl who was just asked on her first date.  She
giggled which caused her sister to flash a confused look.

“What is so funny?” Maria asked.  Serena looked up at her and smiled.

“I feel like a teenager again,” she replied.  “I have no clue what to say or do on a date and what should
I wear?”  Maria returned her laugh and nodded towards her room.  “Come, I think I have something
that would be perfect.”

Serena sat nervously in the living room, her hands brushing away imagined wrinkles from the skirt of
the black dress she had borrowed from her sister.  She had been sceptical when Maria had brought
out the dress but once she put it on she was pleasantly surprised with how good she looked in it,
though it was a lot sexier than what she had ever worn before.  The low cut neckline of the dress
dipped dangerously revealing more cleavage than she was comfortable with, but, her sister wouldn’t
give her any peace until she had agreed to wear the dress.  She had already started to head upstairs
to change twice, only to be headed off by Maria and her stubborn glare, she finally gave up the idea
and ended up fidgeting nervously as she waited for eight o’clock to roll around.

She almost jumped at the sound of the doorbell, glancing at the clock.  Eight o’clock exactly, if there
was anything to be said about this guy, it was that he was definitely punctual.  She quickly made her
way to the door and pulled it open.

“Hi, I’m Devon,” he said smiling, his bright blue eyes instantly drawing Serena’s attention.  Serena felt
an attraction to him, though she had just met him.  She stood speechless, holding the door, unable to
take her eyes off him.  “I am assuming you are Serena.”  The sound of Devon’s voice pulled her from
her revelry and she smiled.

“Yes,” she replied, holding her hand out to him.  “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“I believe the pleasure is all mine,” Devon said, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss it
softly, his smile seductive and playful.  “I must be the luckiest man on earth to have the pleasure of
spending the evening with a gorgeous woman like you.”  Serena blushed and pulled her hand away,
her heart beating in her chest.  What was it about this man that made her quiver inside and made her
feel like a schoolgirl again.

“Ah, I see you two have met,” Maria’s said as she walked came out of the kitchen wiping flour off the
front of her shirt.

“What happened to you,” Serena said, laughing at her sister.  “It looks like the flour container
exploded all over you.”

“I was trying to bake a cake for my Valentine’s supper tonight with Michael,” Maria replied, brushing
her cheek and leaving a trail of flour across it.  “I am afraid it is not going well.”  She glanced at the
clock.  “If I hurry I can buy one at the store before he gets here.  You two have fun tonight.”  Grabbing
her keys Maria slipped past Devon on the front steps and hurried towards her car.

“I see Maria is as crazy as ever,” Devon said, his eyes sparkling with laughter.  “Shall we go, I have
made reservations at Chez Moi for 8:30.”

“Yes of course, just let me get my coat,” Serena said, grabbing her dress coat from the rack beside
the door as she slipped into her boots.  She smiled as Devon took her coat from her hand and helped
her slip it over her shoulders, shivering at the feel of his fingertips as they brushed along her neck as
he adjusted the collar of the coat.  Locking the door behind them, she followed Devon out to his car
and slid into the passenger’s seat, amazed again at how much of a gentleman he was, holding the
door open for her and tucking her coat in beside her to ensure it did not get caught when he closed
the door.

“I hope you like the restaurant I chose,” Devon said as he backed the car out of the driveway and
drove towards the restaurant.  “It is one of my favourite places, though I don’t get to go there very
often with a beautiful woman like you.”

Serena blushed again at his words.  He had her entranced already and the date had just begun.  
Serena wasn’t sure if she was feeling this way because of him or if she was just caught up in the
euphoria of someone treating her so well.

“I am sure the restaurant is great,” she replied, looking over at him.  She took a moment to truly study
him as he drove, looking away quickly as he turned to glance at her, pretending to look out the
window.  They rode the rest of the way to the restaurant in a comfortable silence, pulling up in front of
the restaurant just before eight thirty.

“How are you this evening Mr. Mcknight,” the valet said politely as he took his car keys, flashing a
smile at Serena.

“I’m very well,” Devon replied, extending a hand to Serena to help her from the car.  Serena stood to
get out of the car but slipped suddenly on a patch of ice, falling forward into his arms.  

“Oh how clumsy of me,” she said, straightening herself up and looking away to hide her
embarrassment.  Devon slid his arm through hers and smiled.  “You can fall into my arms anytime you
want,” he whispered into her ear as he led her into the restaurant, sending a shiver down Serena’s
spine.  Once inside they followed the hostess to their table.  Devon pulled out a chair and waited until
Serena was seated before he took his seat.

“So, tell me a little about yourself,” he said smiling at Serena across the table.  “Maria has told me a
little bit, but, I would love to know more about you.”

“There is not that much to tell,” Serena replied.  “I'm sure Maria has told you that I am recently
divorced.”

“Yes, she had mentioned that,” Devon said, reaching across the table and taking her hand.  “Maria
never mentioned what line of work you were in.  What does a beautiful woman like you do for a living?”

“My, you are quick with the compliments,” Serena said laughing softly.  “Don’t get me wrong, I love it.  
As for what I work at, it is nothing glamorous.  I teach music at the local high school.”

“Do you play music yourself, or just teach it?” he asked but was interrupted as the waitress
approached to take their order.  Once they were alone again, he turned back to her with a smile.

“I play the flute and piano,” Serena replied to his previous question, feeling herself start to relax
around him.

“Beautiful and talented,” he replied as he took as sip of his wine.  “It must be my lucky night.”

“What do you do for a living?” Serena asked, leaning towards him, her dress falling open a little more
to reveal the top of her firm breasts.

“I’m a doctor at the children’s hospital,” he replied, his eyes glancing appreciatively over her breasts
before locking with her own.  “It is a tough job sometimes, but, I find it rather fulfilling.”

“I can certainly imagine,” Serena replied, sitting back in her chair as the waitress placed her order in
front of her.  “Wow, the service is fast here.”  Devon laughed and nodded his head.

“That is one of the reasons why I love it here,” he said, picking up his fork and taking a bite of his
food.  “Do you like horses?”  

“Well that is a random question,” Serena said, laughing softly as she took a bite of her food.

“I have arranged a horse drawn sleigh ride for us around the park after dinner,” Devon replied, his
smile making Serena’s heart skip a beat.  “I hadn’t thought to ask Maria ahead of time if that was even
something you would enjoy doing.”

“It sounds lovely,” Serena replied.  She couldn’t help thinking to herself that this man was too good to
be true, that she would wake up any minute now and find it was all a dream.  She even reached
beneath the table and pinched herself just to make sure she was not asleep.

The rest of the meal passed quickly, their conversation revolving around their various hobbies, likes
and dislikes.  The more Serena learned about him, the more enamoured she became.  It was dark
outside and fresh snow had fallen when they left the restaurant and drove to the park where the horse
drawn sleigh was waiting for them.  The night had cooled immensely and Serena found herself grateful
for the fur blanket that was placed over her lap as they began the ride around the park, not to mention
the warmth of Devon’s body as he pulled her against him in the sleigh, his arm draped over her
shoulders.

“I always loved the sight of fresh snow on the trees,” Serena said wistfully, snuggling up against him.  
“Don’t you think it is beautiful?”

“Not as beautiful as you,” Devon replied, smiling down at her and making her giggle.  

They rode in silence, enjoying the beauty of the night and the scenery of the park under the
moonlight.  They passed a group of high school kids building snowmen and having a snowball fight.  
Serena ducked just in time as an errant snowball flew out of the dark.  Serena couldn’t help laughing
at the comical, startled look on Devon’s face as the snowball struck him in the shoulder.

“Oh you think that is funny do you?” he replied, a twinkle in his eye as he motioned for the driver to
stop the sleigh.  He climbed out of the sleigh and scooped up a handfull of snow.  Serena let out a
playful shriek when she realized what he was about to do and climbed down the other side of the
sleigh, crouching down to pick up a handle of snow herself.

She peered cautiously over the sleigh and was met by a snowball hitting the front of her coat.  She
laughed and ran around the side of the sleigh, throwing her snowball and catching Devon in the arm
with it before ducking down to pick up more snow.

“You know, this means war,” Devon called out, his laughter evident in his voice.  “You can’t hide from
me forever.”

Serena peeked around the sleigh to find him standing with his back to her.  Her snowball hit him
square in the back before she took off running across the snow covered lawn.  “Catch me if you can,”
she taunted him, her laughter resounding in the cool night air.

“Get back here you little minx,” Devon replied, taking off after her.  His long legs made it easy for him
to catch up to her in no time and he tackled her.  They fell to the ground together, laughing
hysterically and rolling around in the snow, each trying to pin the other.  Finally Devon managed to pin
Serena and looked down at her, a smile on his face.

Serena’s chest heaved heavily as she fought to catch her breath, the warmth of his body pressed
against her made it easy for her to ignore the cold snow pressing against her back.  She stared up
into his dark eyes, studying his face.

“You caught me,” she said, breathlessly, the sudden lustful look on his face taking her breath away
even more.  “What are you going to do with me now?”

“This,” Devon replied, leaning in and kissing her softly, his warm lips pressed against hers sending
shivers down her spine.  She sighed softly and kissed him back, her tongue sliding along his lips.  She
almost groaned in disappointment when he pulled away and stood up, offering her hand.  She took his
hand and climbed up out of the snow, shivering as a cool breeze brushed over her wet clothes.

“I had planned on us taking in a movie after this,” he said as they climbed back into the sleigh and
headed towards the car.  “But, I think we need to get you dried off before you catch a cold.”  As if in
response to his words, Serena shivered again and snuggled against him in an attempt to get warm.  
“How about we watch a movie at my place instead?  I have a fireplace and hot chocolate.”

“How can I resist hot chocolate?” Serena said, leaning in to kiss him softly.  “I would love that.”  She
was grateful for the heater in the car as they made their way to his place, but her wet clothes kept her
from gaining very much warmth from it.  The drive to his place only took a few minutes and soon they
were pulling up in front of a modest two story home.

“Let me find you something dry to wear,” Devon said as he led her into the house.  “Have a seat in the
living room, I will be right back.”  Serena took a seat on the couch, sitting on the edge so as to not ruin
the cloth with her wet dress.  She looked around as she waited, taking in the tasteful decorations and
family pictures that littered the room.  Noticing a picture of a woman on the mantle of the fireplace, she
walked over and picked it up, taking a closer look.

“My sister,” Devon’s voice startled Serena and she placed the picture back on the mantle quickly.  

“She is very pretty,” Serena replied turning back to him with a smile, noticing that he had taken the
time to change out of his wet clothes as well.

“I know these are not very glamorous, but, it was all I could find,” he said, holding out a pair of jogging
pants and a t-shirt.  “The bathroom is the first door on your right.  Just leave your wet stuff in there
and I will throw them in the dryer once you are done.”

“They’re fine, thank you” Serena said, taking them from him and hurrying to get changed.  Once she
had stripped off her wet clothes and slid into the jogging pants and t-shirt, she finally felt herself start
to warm up.  Her bare feet made barely any noise as she returned to the living room to find that Devon
already had the fireplace going and the lights had been turned down low.  He smiled at her as she
entered the room.

“Have a seat, I will just go and throw your stuff in the dryer and then we can start the movie,” he said,
turning towards the bathroom.  He returned a minute later and sat down beside her on the couch,
picking up the remote.

“Oh, I almost forgot the hot chocolate,” he said, jumping to his feet again.  “Can’t forget that.”  Serena
giggled at the sudden nervousness that seemed to have fallen over Devon.  She watched him rush
from the room and then return a few minutes later carrying two steaming mugs of hot chocolate.  She
smiled at him as she took her cup.

“I hope you don’t mind, I took the liberty of choosing which movie to watch while you were getting
changed,” he said, sitting beside her once again and turning on the T.V.  Serena smiled when she
saw which movie he had chosen.  She had told him what her favourite movie was while they were at
the restaurant and she was pleased that he had remembered.

“I don’t mind at all,” she replied, putting her hot chocolate down on the coffee table and cuddling up
beside him.  She smiled as she felt his arm slide around her, pulling her closer to him.  They sat in
comfortable silence as they watched the movie, the fireplace crackling invitingly beside them.

“I am really having a good time tonight,” she said suddenly, looking up at him with a smile.  “I have to
admit, when Maria asked me to go on a date with you, I was sceptical and originally said no.  I am glad
that she talked me into it.”

“So am I,” Devon replied, leaning in to kiss her softly.  Serena returned his kiss with more passion,
feeling her body start to respond at his gentle touch.  She shivered as he brushed her hair away from
her face and held her cheek as the kiss deepened, her tongue sliding sensuously against his.  She
moaned softly against his mouth, her hands sliding slowly down his back.

“Serena, you are an amazing woman,” he said, breaking away from their kiss and looking into her
eyes.  “I have never felt this way about anyone ever before.”  Serena felt herself melt at his words, a
warm feeling spreading through her and down between her legs, her pussy suddenly throbbing to life.

“I feel the same way about you,” she replied, leaning in to kiss his neck softly, drawing a soft moan
from his lips.  She shivered as she felt his hand slide up the front of her shirt and brush against the
bare skin of her stomach.  It has been a long time since she had been with a man and she found that
the simplest touch of his hand was arousing.

Moving her lips from his neck, she nibbled on his ear, drawing another moan from his lips.  Her hands
slid down his chest as she slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, her warm lips trailing a path down his
chest to his nipple, causing him to gasp as she took it in her hot mouth.

“Oh Serena,” he managed to say, his breath catching in his throat.  He slid his hands further up her
shirt, his thumb brushing over her nipple causing her to moan softly against his skin.  Serena looked
up at him and smiled, pulling her shirt off over her head to reveal her firm breasts.  He looked up at
her in surprise, his eyes reflecting the desire he felt for her.

“Are you sure?” he whispered as she returned to trailing hot kisses over his skin.  He could feel his
cock hardening with each touch of her lips against him.  He licked his lips and shivered at the lustful
look that Serena gave him as she nodded her head.

Laying her gently onto the couch, he kissed her neck softly, his hands massaging her breasts, her
soft moan sending shivers down his spine.  She slid her hands down his back and around the front to
undo his belt, arching her back as he leaned over and took her nipple in his hot mouth.  The heat
between her legs became more insistent as she felt his hard cock pressing against her leg through his
pants.

He slowly kissed his way down her bare stomach and slid his hands into the waist band of her pants.  
He stared deep into her eyes as he pulled her pants down slowly, revealing her quivering pussy.  
Smiling at her, he lowered his head and ran his tongue slowly over her clit, making her squirm beneath
him, a passionate moan escaping her throat.

Undoing his pants, she slid her hand inside and around his cock, making him moan in return and
press his body against her.  He quickly removed his pants and moved between her legs, his knee
opening her up to him.  She moaned at the feel of his hard cock as it pressed against her thigh.

He paused before entering her, his hard cock throbbing as he leaned over and kissed her again, his
tongue playfully sliding against hers.  She moaned and arched her back towards him, wanting to feel
him deep inside her.  Kissing her passionately, he slid into her, drawing a groan of pleasure from her
lips.  Her pussy tightened instantly around his cock as she moved her hips against him, drawing him
deeper inside her.

He moaned as he began to thrust into her, her hips moving in rhythm with his.  She wrapped her legs
around his waist and pulled him against her.  She moaned as she felt him brush against her clit,
sending waves of pleasure through her body.  She could feel her orgasm begin to build as she felt his
cock begin to throb deep inside her.

The sudden tightening of her pussy as her she came pushed Devon over the edge.  Their cries filled
the room as they reached climax together, Serena arching wildly beneath him as her orgasm surged
through her body, his fervent thrusting sending her over the edge again and again.

Devon collapsed against her as their orgasms finally subsided, trying to catch his breath.  He groaned
at the sensitive feel of his cock as he pulled out of her, shuddering at the pleasure it brought him.  

“That was amazing,” he said softly when he finally managed to catch his breath.  Serena could only
manage a slight nod in reply, her body still singing with the pleasure he had given her.  Smiling she
sat up on the couch and leaned against the back, her breasts heaving as she finally caught her
breath.  She looked over at Devon with a mischievous on her face and moved to climb into his lap, her
hot lips trailing along his neck.  The date had gone better than she ever imagined, but, the night was
still young.


Copyright© 2015 Natasha Pichette


Natasha has had an interest in writing since her high school years, but, has only recently submitted
any of her work to be published online.

Natasha is a Canadian born author currently residing in North Bay with her sister and brother and her
three cats.



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