Daisies, you loved daisies and there they were propped up on the table, under the moonlight on the balcony of Casa Del Roja, fanciest restaurant in town.
This is awkward, you were thinking this would be a one-night stand, in your defense you were blindfolded from your apartment to the location and when he said, put on something nice you figured a tank top with cargo pants filled with condoms in each pouch would suffice.
Sounds degenerate but you knew how one-night stands were and the aftermath thereof, you even packed some lube and sanitizers in case things got extra raunchy.
The world could use more people like you may be less women would get pregnant.
Awful outfit aside, the night was turning out magical, you never knew how sweet Carson was, he was actually interested in you as a person and not ogling at you like a stripper with a favor to offer.
Every outing you've had in the last month ended up with a dick in an orifice of some kind.
You're not sure how to proceed, Carson was gentle, a stark contrast of his father, the one and only outing you had with that ogre was so jarring it felt like writing in a paper of broken glass.
"Tell me more about your dad…", you spilled that right in the middle of a pleasant conversation almost as if you were trying to sabotage this great night.
"Contrary to public opinion, he was not all bad, after the missus died, a piece of him died too"
"Luther was a good guy??", you spurt out in disbelief, "and he had a wife"
That can't be right, that pussy eating baguette was the last person on the planet to even be considered a decent human being.
"He used to take my mom out on dates, I even have pictures", you were frozen for a moment as Carson slid out his iPad from his backpack which he insisted on bringing for some odd reason.
They weren't exactly digital pictures but rather screenshots of photographs that Luthor must've taken of his late wife.
The style and cadence felt like she was a model, not just any model but one that had captured his heart.
Luthor was never the guy to do anything romantic not even open the door for a lady as a courtesy so in the back of your mind you wondered if Luthor was pulling strings to control this date, so he can get back together after getting fired.
"My mother had endometriosis and couldn't give birth, which shocked the doctors that handled her pregnancy", you noticed the tears welling up in his eyes, he was about to flood the dam, and you only looked with a dead smile. Usually, guys would act miserable just to get a little sympathy sex from you, was that his plan? Well, you did owe him. Sort of.
Carson shuffled off his feelings and went back to being the charmer that he was, you wanted to believe it was all an act just to sleep with you, but he kept acting like that wasn't happening.
"You want to come back to my place for a night cap?", you asked cutting through a story he was now telling about some weird stalker he had met in med school.
"Oh, sorry I can't, I actually have a scheduled autopsy after this", he said guiltily. Looking at his watch and back to you.
"So, no blowjob then", you said jokingly with a slight chuckle at the end, but you noticed something, he froze, he didn't laugh along or throw some dry retort, he was genuinely stunned.
And as a leopard stalking her prey, you leaned in cupping his hand on the table and whispering the question.
"You ever done it in a restaurant before?",
Left Carson befuddled sputtering out his lobster and coughing.
You saw this as opportunity to hop under the table and work your magic on his genitalia, Carson was the kind of guy you were used to teasing just not making a move on him but seeing as he might end up helping out with a possible abortion or semen cure for you, you decide to see what having a doctor on a pussy retainer would feel like.
Carson cleaning up himself looked so innocent and adorable, which was weird because he towered over you at 6ft3, he'd make a great globetrotter if he had the slightest bit of interest in basketball.
You figured you could torture the poor thing at a later date, after all he wasn't forcing a sex appeal nor trying to turn you on, after hanging out with every single horn ball known to mankind you felt like you could breathe at this pace.
Ever had a girlfriend, Car? you asked as you twirled your wine glass slowly in your right hand, your eyes fixated on Carson's painful smile.
"Sadly no, back in high school, everyone thought I was gay" he said with an air of disappointment.
"Were you?" your interest peaked
"Haha very funny, I was grinded on by a sophomore when I first got on campus" he vented, "apparently he thought I was a girl because of how petite I was"
"You were petite?"
"Puberty took its sweet time"
"Did you like it?"
"Being bite sized?"
"Being grinded on"
You noticed a smile spread across his face
"I was shocked"
"Good shock or bad shock"
"There's good shock?"
"I mean Yeah?"
"Well, I wasn't sure what to do with that"
"Call him behind the cafeteria and let him bend you over?"
"I'm not as bold as you"
"But if you were, would you??
"I don't know"
"What if I bought a strap on and then maybe you and me could give it a go, or do you only want a dick with a soul"
"Would that heal whatever is broken inside you?", he asked quietly, soft quiet and sweet.
You both have been taken shots at each other even though you were being vulnerable.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that", he said quickly when he realized you stayed quiet.
"It's ok, I'm kind of a jerk"
Here he was bearing a possibly embarrassing image to you and your instant go to was gay jokes.
The evening cascaded into a long walk back to your apartment and silence that could only be found in the vacuum of space.
"You want to come inside?", you asked with a sly smirk.
"For coffee?"
"No… I was offering you come inside my pussy"