An accidental date and two fortune cookies lead to romance.
Based on a post by SandyMarl, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.
Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010
Amanda was the kind of friend who was always full of great ideas. But; Amanda was not the kind of friend who always followed through on her great ideas.
Amanda posted one of her great ideas after final exams; "Hey everyone! If you're staying in town over the summer, let's all get together for Chinese food. 2Nite at 6. Be at that little hole-in-the-wall across town, The Wok and Roll. C U there!"
I had a Tuesday lab with Amanda and shared several classes with her, so I thought I'd likely know some of the others in Amanda's circle. Perhaps it was time to stretch my boundaries with some new acquaintances, since most of my closer mates had other plans for the summer and had just left town. Starting the summer with an informal night of sharing Chinese food after finishing exams, that sounded like a great plan to start my senior year - I certainly didn't have any better ideas.
I drove up to the Wok and Roll. I arrived early, not wanting to be late, but then I kicked myself for being too early. I walked into the little restaurant, a converted small, old house and selected a table that I hoped would be large enough to seat all of Amanda's friends, once they arrived. I told the proprietress that I was waiting for a few more before we all ordered. She asked, "How many?" I said I didn't know. That earned me a dismissive glower.
I waited, checked the time, and waited. Then I doubted that I was at the right place. I rechecked Amanda's message. I was at the right place. Why am I always the fool who gets stood-up by girls that do not follow through with their plans?
While I was wondering if I should leave, the proprietress looked at me frequently as if I was up to no good. I watched an old car pull into the parking lot, telling myself that if this was not Amanda or one of her friends, I'd call it quits. I'd slink away from the hostile glare of the Chinese proprietress and order a greasy cheeseburger and a strawberry shake somewhere else. It'd be another dinner for one. It'd be my reward for my trouble and it might take the edge off the bitter taste of my gullibility.
I recognized the woman who stepped out of the car and walked through the door. She was a year behind me, she had a couple of classes with me and Amanda. I struggle with names, but I remembered her name, Rory. As she stepped inside, she looked around the vacant room with hesitation. She did not seem to see me, or at any rate recognize me sitting at the large table across the room. I lifted my arm and made a gesture that was not overly familiar, but enough of a movement to catch her eye. She looked at me, but her expression was somewhat blank and I thought I recognized some disappointment recorded in her blankness as well. I stood and stepped toward Rory and introduced myself, "Good evening, I'm Carl, one of Amanda's friends, "
Rory let the corners of her mouth turn up a bit as she brushed her wavy, light brown hair off her shoulder, "I know that," interrupting me in mid introduction. I couldn't tell if she meant that to be dismissive as if she felt insulted, or if she meant it more as 'yes, happy to see you here'.
I pulled a chair out from the large table as a gesture to seat her. She threw her elbows up on the table and waited for me to be seated across from her and then commented, "Well, quite the gentleman this evening." Again, I could not be sure if she was somehow insulted and was being dismissive of my gesture of best-intentions or whether I'd perhaps lucked into a good social start for the evening. I hoped it was the latter and planned to pretend as if that was the case, whether it really was what she was thinking, or not.
Rory swiftly threw her head from side-to-side to cast her glance around the Wok and Roll dining room and then folded her arms on the table top and asked, "How many did Amanda invite?"
I shrugged, "She seems to have invited three and I fear that the third person lost the invitation."
"The third person being Amanda, right?" Rory looked at me as if to confirm that I'd made a joke, or perhaps checking to see if I was just that clueless.
I broke into a smile, feeling it was now necessary to laugh or at least smile at my own humor. Rory then laughed with me, not at me. I continued, "If you've got better information, I'd love to hear it."
"I got nothing. Other than this is so typical of Amanda!" Rory smirked and shook her head in a dismissive gesture of exasperation at Amanda's no-show.
"They say, two out of three ain't bad. At least that's what I've always heard." I took a sideways look at the girl across from me, "And this time I'd have to agree with 'em. May I buy you dinner tonight?" I asked with what I hoped was a winning smile and not something creepy.
Rory smiled again, "Well, quite the gentleman this evening," was her answer. Rory dropped her head and looked across the large table, "What are you going to have?"
I paused, pressed my open palms together in front of my lips and closed my eyes for a moment, I then reopened them. With a deadpan expression I said, "Your name is Rory, right?" She nodded with a quizzical look. "If I am not mistaken, that is an old and venerable Chinese name from the Wu Tang Dynasty of the 11th Century. Why don't you order for the both of us?"
I could see she didn't know how to take that offbeat suggestion. She asked in an honestly confused voice, "Are you serious? Because if you are, you are mistaken."
"Oh, my apologies; did I say 11th Century? I meant to say 12th Century, thanks for catching that! However, I am most certain that Rory is a most honorable name from China."
Rory now caught my jest and pressed her palms together and brought them up in front of her lips and said, "A-so" as she nodded her head.
I remarked, "Your fluency in Japanese is making me hungry for Chinese food." I hit my hand on the table in a chopping motion and told her, "Chop chop! Order us some Chinese food, most honorable Miss Rory."
She laughed out loud and replied, "As you wish."
The dour proprietress was satisfied to finally take our order. At Rory’s request, she brought us chopsticks. "You did say 'chop chop', isn't this what you wanted?" She asked as she picked a piece of Mu Shu Pork off of my plate. She then parried my chopsticks with hers as I reached toward her meal as I tried to remove a piece of Mongolian shrimp from her plate. It was an evening of chopstick wars and a source of some consternation from the severe proprietress lurking with a jaundiced eye behind the counter.
We received our fortune cookies after I paid the tab. I offered Rory her pick of the two cookies. She selected hers and then waited for me to peel the cellophane wrapper from my cookie. Rory leaned across the table with an intent stare and cleared her throat as if she had something serious to announce. "Carl, you must follow the ancient tradition of the Wu Tang Dynasty when eating your fortune cookie. You have to read your fortune aloud to me, and you must insert the phrase 'in bed' at the end of the fortune." She tried to not break character, but I detected a smile in her eyes as she introduced this ancient Chinese custom to the end of our meal.
"What about you and your fortune?" I asked playfully indignant.
"A gentleman will not make a lady reveal her fortune, especially 'in bed'. It is a lady's prerogative to read her fortune to a gentleman, only if she so chooses. Besides, it has been an old Chinese custom since the 11th or 12th Century, the height of the Wu Tang Dynasty." Rory humphed with a coy tone.
"Okie dokie, Carl; read me your fortune." My accidental dinner date waited with a twisted pair of lips as she encouraged me to play her flirty little game.
I cracked open the cookie and pulled out the tiny strip of paper and red aloud, "A trip across the water will bring you pleasure." I put the tiny fortune into my shirt pocket.
"No! I told you how to read it right. Read it again, this time like you mean it," she insisted with a firm and devilish smile in her eyes and voice.
"A trip across the water will bring you pleasure tonight, in bed".
"Here! Let me see that!" She snatched the fortune paper from my breast pocket. "You added the word 'tonight' and it doesn't say that. What are you trying to do by adding 'tonight'?" Rory asked with a sly lilt to her suspicious voice and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
I defended myself with an indignant response, "And what my lady are you trying to do by making me add 'in bed'?"
Rory’s only response was a pause and then another humph sound, delivered in what I thought might have been interpreted as a 'come hither and try me' tone.
Rory raised a regal eyebrow and informed me, "OK, I am going to let you hear my fortune: 'Your wishes will be fulfilled under the full moon, in bed'. Carl, you understand it was my prerogative to let you hear my fortune, do you not?"
"Yes, I do understand that. Now. Thanks for sharing your fortune with me." I leaned back in my chair, enjoying a growing sense of ease around my dinner mate. I returned my elbows to the table and folded my hands under my chin, "I have a question. Rory, how good are you at interpreting someone's fortune?"
Rory shimmied her shoulders and dropped the corners of her mouth in a smug expression, "I think of myself as a gal who understands and takes opportunities for fortune when they are presented. By the way, what phase is the moon tonight?"
I took a risk. "There's a full moon out in the sky tonight," I told her with confidence. I was unaware of the moon's phase, but I assured her it was a full moon. I lucked out. I discovered later that it so happened to be a full moon that night. It was damn good luck.
She threw her long hair back over her chair and said, "A-so" in a thoughtful way. I thought I detected some mental calculations flickering behind her bright eyes.
Rory asked, "Carl, where are you going to be able to find pleasure by crossing the waters tonight?"
I said, "I am feeling fortunate this night. Would you like to marry our fortunes together? If so, I have a plan."
Rory cocked her head, and slowly asked, "What, kind, of plan?"
I responded in a matter-of-fact manner, "I have kind of a daring plan compatible with our mutual fortunes. But I must warn you, I fear we are tempting fate in a dreadful way if we don't do exactly as our fortunes dictate. I fear it'd be a terrible catastrophe if we did not follow what these cookies tell us to do. I wouldn't want to risk bad fortune. Would you?"
I could see Rory was curious about my plan. She squirmed in her seat as she folded her arms across her chest while she considered my proposition. "Would a girl be risking a bad fortune if she did not follow the advice given to her by a stale cookie at the Wok and Roll?" Her question to me seemed to be searching for encouragement; her eyes begged for a reason for her to agree to my undisclosed plan of our joined fortunes.
"You know, there is an ancient Chinese proverb; the bitterest of regrets falls not on those who try and fail; but on those who fail to try." I impressed even myself with that one. I congratulated myself, that was damn clever thinking dude. I just might be on a roll. I continued, "A good ol' American proverb might add; nothing risked, nothing gained."
It seemed like Rory didn't need all that much persuading. "Okay, I guess that old stale cookie has my best interests at heart. To not follow the advice to fulfill my wishes under the full moon might be inviting bitter regrets. Is that how I should interpret my fortune?" Rory seemed like she'd made up her mind as a confident grin crept across her lips.
I added, "This is your chance, the next full moon may not come around for a very long time. Like maybe seventeen years."
She laughed, "Don't overplay your good fortune Carl. I know I only have to wait another four weeks for the next full moon; but I agree, I don't want to risk it by waiting any longer." Rory tucked her souvenir fortune into her purse. "I'll find that someday when I clean this thing out and I'll try and remember if my fortune came true. I'll wonder, were my wishes fulfilled under the full moon?" Then she turned her head and mumbled almost out of earshot, ", in bed."
Rory sat straight and with some spunk in her voice asked, "So, how does this plan to seek our mutual fortunes begin Carl?"
I agreed to follow Rory as she dropped off her old car at her place and then she climbed into the passenger seat of my pickup. She looked over at me and asked, "So, your fortune says a trip across the water, Where do you think you will find water to cross?"
I told Rory, "Sit tight. You might have to use your imagination a little for this plan to work."
She reflected a second, then allowed, "I can be pretty good at imagining. Try me."
I drove across town and headed outside the city limits on a small county road. A few miles beyond the edge of town I said to her, "There! Did you see that?"
"No. What?"
"We just crossed over a bridge! And do you know what was below that bridge?"
In a somewhat deflated voice, she asked, "What?"
I chuckled a little, "There was a river below that bridge that we just crossed over."
"I am not impressed. Are you telling me that it brought you 'pleasure' to bring us across this rinky-dinky bridge; crossing over a river that's likely a dry one this time of year at that?"
"So, Rory, are you telling me that that doesn't count as part of my fortune for tonight?"
"Actually, I was expecting a little more."
"Glad to hear that. That was just a tease."
As we drove up the rising road about a quarter mile on the other side of the bridge, I slowed and pulled the truck over to the shoulder.
Rory asked, "Carl? Is there something wrong with the truck?"
"No," I told her, "I'm looking for a small dirt road, not much more than a rutted trail really." I flipped on my high beams and trolled slowly along the shoulder until I saw the limestone boulders off to the side that marked the spot that I was looking for. I turned off the paved road and steered onto the rutted tracks that went around the stone blocks placed to prohibit access to a rough dirt road. We bumped along for a short ways and Rory said nothing. I stopped on a small flat spot on the hillside and turned off the engine and set the parking brake.
Rory asked, "Where are we?"
I replied, "What, you don't recognize this place? This is just where the cookie told me to come tonight." I quipped, "That's the way the cookie crumbles; I think I red that in a fortune cookie once."
My mystified passenger snorted, "That was a pretty lame joke."
I acknowledged, "Yeah that was low humor. May my low humor be in contrast to your high expectations. Shall we, ?" I opened my door and met Rory in front of the truck.
I took Rory’s hand as we stepped sideways down a rough and rocky ravine below my parked truck, inching carefully down the hill in the dusk until we intersected a gravel road at the base of the slope. We followed the road for a couple of hundred feet where it disappeared into a pool of water. The full moon was just beginning to rise, illuminating the calm, dark surface of this secluded little lake. In the moonlight we could see trees fifty yards on the far side of the water.
Rory stood gazing across the small lake, turning to me she said, "I didn't even know there was a lake way out here in the country. Carl, you surprise me."
I explained, "Its existence is a guarded secret, so don't tell a soul. The lake was formed by a rancher who dammed a tributary to that river we crossed over, the one that you found to be unimpressive. The dam flooded an old limestone quarry next to the creek, making this hidden swimming hole pretty deep somewhere out beyond the shore. This tributary is named Luck Creek, and this secret swimming hole behind that rancher's dam is known to us chosen few as 'Dam Luck'." We stood in silence, shoulder-to-shoulder, peering across the moonlit surface under the humid air of an early summer's eve.
Without turning to look at Rory, I said, "Well, my lady, here is our water, just as it was foretold by my cookie. Are you a good swimmer?"
Without a hint of surprise at my question, she offered, "I've got an old Red Cross Lifesaving card in my purse. Do you need to see it?"
"I'll take you at your word. Maybe you'll have to resuscitate me if I get into trouble." And then I bumped into her hip with mine. "Did you bring your swimsuit Rory?"
"Yeah, but it is too much trouble to put it on."
My jaw dropped. I said, "Seriously, you have a swimsuit with you?"
"Didn't I just tell you it is too much trouble?" And then she returned the favor by bumping her hip into mine with a wink that I could not catch in the darkness, but she clicked her tongue audibly indicating she had just thrown me a sly wink.
I stuck my hands in my pockets and casually said "It is a pretty warm night tonight, would you care to take a little dip? You know, it'd give me pleasure if you'd swim with me across the water to those trees on the shore over there."
"Oh but sir, my clothes would get so awfully wet if I went swimming with you now. Oh my! What's a good girl to do?" I was pretty sure Rory was leading me on. I liked it.
I mused, "Come to think of it, so would mine. By golly you are damn right about that!"
"It looks like damn luck for you then, doesn't it Carl?" The clever woman standing at my side sounded as if she was about to call it quits unless I came up with a solution for her. She waited in the dark for me to make a proposal. If I was going to convince her to take a dip with me without her swimsuit, I was going to have to make a compelling case; though she just may be acting coy. If I made a reasonable offer, just maybe she'd agree to skinny dip under the full moon. Rory stood with her arms folded in front of her chest, waiting for me to make an offer that she couldn't - or wouldn't, refuse.
"Here, I have an idea if you don't mind. If you trust me, I will promise to keep your clothes dry. I'll keep them in a safe and dry place." Rory dropped her arms to her side and turned to me with a toss of her hair in the moonlight with a seductive little move. I brushed her hair back off of her shoulders and brought my hands back around behind her neck and lightly brushed her cheeks to see if she would pull away or say something to stop me. But she stood still as the moon cast its silvery light on her at the edge of the gravel road.
I moved my hands back behind her shoulders and brought her gently and slightly closer to me and I bent my head as we touched foreheads. I moved my hands down the back of her blue floral print blouse. She remained motionless, but I could hear her breath growing heavier as I slowly caressed my hand up to her breasts, while our moist foreheads remained touching in the thick air of a sultry summer evening. I poked out the tip of my tongue and made a small circle at the bridge of Rory’s nose, between her eyes. I continued to slowly move my fingers across her young breasts, feeling their firm form bound up inside of lacey cups. I detected her nipples were erect through her blouse and bra.
I continued to caress, waiting to see if there was any hint of protestation or objection to where things were going. Finding none, I inched my reach up to the top button on her blouse and worked the first button free. I moved without hesitation now down to the second button and parted her cotton blouse slightly and moved my lips down to press them to the base of Rory’s neck. She threw back her head and took a deeper breath and sighed. She breathed heavily, causing her breasts to lift up and down with each charming inhalation of the wild jasmine-scented evening air.
In undoing her third button I could now see that Rory was wearing a pale blue bra with lace covered cups, the lower half of her breasts were concealed by stout fabric, but the upper half was a gossamer lace that went low enough for me to just make out the top of her large and dark areolas.
I experienced my excitement in a very concrete fashion as I viewed her lovely breasts hidden behind her sexy bra; each beautiful curve distorted by two cute little bumps, the telltale sign of Rory’s hard, stiff and yet to be revealed nipples. With each button undone, I moved my lips lower below her neckline. With every encumbrance now unfastened, I slowly peeled back her blouse as Rory shifted her shoulders and arms to allow for its delicate removal. As promised, I folded it up neatly and made preparation to keep this item of clothing in a safe and dry place.
Rory’s khaki shorts were multi-pocketed with generously wide leg openings. Rory remained very still, offering only slight purrs as the process unfolded. I returned to caressing her cheeks and the newly exposed skin on her back with the back of my hands. I walked around behind her, kissing her shoulders ever so gently, gliding my wet lips to where her bodice once was.
I turned her shoulders so she faced me and I began kissing and licking my way down to the tops of her breasts, still trussed in her pale blue lace garment. I moved my tongue along the edge just above Rory’s bra, giving her little distracting smooches while I moved my hands to her belt.
I pulled the end out of the loops to un-cinch the elasticized belt. It was easy undoing the belt. I quickly had it dangling free, giving me access to the pair of buttons just below Rory’s navel. I was not real smooth, but after a couple of tugs and explorations to see how the two-button fastener was constructed, her waistband was also undone. I moved my hands up her sides, tickling her ribs and then around under her arms and ever so slowly brought them down to her hips. I slid my fingers under the loosened waistband, unzipping her zipper and then worked my hands back around her hips and cupped her ass cheeks with a light squeeze.
Rory’s breaths were audible and steamy, matching the steamy summer evening air. She seemed to be tiring of my slow and deliberate pace. She shook her hips as if to speed up the removal of her pants. I took the hint and pulled my hands off of her buns and gave the waistband a nudge, expecting her shorts to drop to her ankles. I was accustomed to the ease in which my own trousers fell while undressing myself. Her shorts hung up on her curvy hips; I would have to use a different approach to remove this lady's pants. I bent my knees to grab the cuffs and pulled straight down. With a little shimmy-shake from Rory, her shorts were now where I wanted then, down around her ankles.
She stepped out of her pants and stood in the moonlight in her pale blue lace bra and a pair of satin bikini panties printed with large red roses fenced in by a wide, white lace trim that hugged her waist. I stepped back and told her she looked totally fantastic in the moonlight. She quickly said, "I don't think you've seen all you want to see yet - I certainly haven't."
Saying nothing, I took her by the hand and had her sit down on a large quarried block of limestone at the water's edge. I touched both of her shoulders with my hands and twisted her around so her back was to me. I used both of my hands to unhook the three eye-hooks holding her bra in-place. I finished quick enough, but Rory teased me, "When you get really good, a girl will expect you to be able to do that in a smooth, one-handed motion."
"I'll be happy to keep practicing to improve my skills. But up until now, opportunities to develop such skills have never seemed to come my way."
"I think those opportunities might come your way if a pair of fortunes align themselves properly. Maybe tonight is just one of those fortunate nights for you Carl."
In a low voice, Rory spoke words of encouragement to me, then she hesitated as if she had something else to say. She began again in a shy voice with her hands on her knees, "So, you've never really done this before, " her voice trailing off as she looked at me with a tight smile and eyes that sparkled in the light of the rising moon.
"Well, maybe I've had a chance to cop a feel now and again. I guess I could admit to a few awkward starts, but those opportunities kind of fell apart for some reason. Me and girls have usually not connected too well, at least not up until tonight. You don't mind me saying that? Do you?"
"That's all right. I think you can safely say that Carl." Rory gave me a reassuring smile as she continued to sit up straight with her knees pressed together on her limestone seat.
I felt foolish and embarrassed after admitting to my sexual inexperience to a half-naked lady sitting in front of me. I had gotten this far with a cute girl, yet once again I'd said something and now she must be thinking I was a dolt. Just a boy. A loser who had yet to make it with a girl. This evening was going so well, then I had to go and confess my shortcomings - they were probably obvious to her by now anyway. And now, just like every time before, this good, easy fun with Rory was doomed to a failed finish. I was going to remain sexually unfulfilled forever.
Rory just sat there with an enigmatic smile looking at me with her undone bra hanging on her shoulders. I expected her to put herself back together, get dressed and ask to be taken back home. But she didn't.
The sweet and almost pleading look on her face for me to do something, gave me the gumption to speak. If I did say something maybe it'd totally destroy my evening, or maybe my words could rescue me from feeling like an inexperienced loser. Things had gone well up until this moment. I'd take my chances. "So, what about you?" I hoped my voice sounded bolder than the way I was feeling.
"I guess I'd say about the same as you. I could admit to some flirting that kind of led to some situations with boys. Yeah, they were a little bit awkward. Those situations got off to a bumpy start, never quite, "
I blurted out, "Yeah, I'll admit, you've gotten me off to a bumpy start as well." I was sure Rory would get the double entendre; I hoped my risqué joke would break the tension and offer the salvation I desperately sought.
My racy hint made Rory giggle as she dropped her gaze to look at the rigid shadow in my pants two feet in front of her face. "I think a bumpy start is a good start for both you and me this time around Carl." She grinned a shy grin as she lifted her eyes from my pants to my eyes. "Bumpy starts have not worked out so well for me before, at least not up until tonight. You don't mind me saying that? Do you?"
"That's all right. I think you can safely say that." I echoed her words to me just a moment ago back to her.
To be continued in part 2, by SandyMarl for Literotica.
