Haumia and her good friend Phoenicia, were at their usual Friday night spot, Short’s Tavern and Dance Emporium. It was Haumia’s turn to play wing lady. The two guys they’d been dancing with weren’t bad looking. They were also acceptable in the conversation department. Unfortunately for them, they relied too much on their bodies and assumed charm. Flirting wasn’t a skill they’d spent much time learning, that and being polite. They were there for one purpose and Haumia had given Phoenicia the bathroom sign.

“Haumia, what’s wrong with Jevon? Peter seems good.”

“Girl, they both only want one thing tonight. If that’s what you want, be my guest. I’ll be quiet when I come home, just in case.”

“Okay, but answer my question, what’s wrong with Jevon?”

“He only wants to do the vertical mamba. He hasn’t asked me one question above a fifth-grade level. That might be where his actual education stopped.”

“You’re still pinning over that idiot Mark?”

“Not pining, but one good-looking, suave playboy who cheats is enough. I want to know something about the next guy. Beyond his preference in condoms and his assumed ability about his stamina.”

Phoenicia looked at her friend. “Okay, which guy here do you think is cute?”

Haumia’s eyes scanned the bathroom. “Well…”

“Common girl, give. I can tell you about him. I’ve been going here for a year longer than you.”

“Okay, he’s on the other side of the bar from us, say ten o’clock.”

“The kind of average guy with the better-looking friends? He’s in a red with black pipping polo shirt?”

“That’s him. He’s not average and why hasn’t he flirted with anyone? Oh, he’s friendly, cheek kisses for the ladies, welcoming handshakes, and a few hugs with back pats for some guys. He’s popular but not with anyone. No ring that I saw, and a few ladies flirted, but he showed minimal interest as best.”

“His name is Matt, don’t know his last name. Let’s go, Jack, our friendly bartender will know.”

The ladies went to the bar. Haumia nudged her friend and gestured to the dance floor. Peter and Jevon were dancing with two other girls and using the same moves on them.

“Oh well, looks like you were right.”

“Ladies, glad to see you’re both back. What would you like,” asked Jack.

“A pink lady for me and a Long Island Iced Tea for Phoenicia,” Haumia said.

Phoenicia smiled when Jack brought the drinks.

“Is the guy in the red polo with black trim, Matt?”

“Yeah, Matt Caruso. What do you want to know, Phoenicia?”

“Is he married or have a significant other?”

“No on both. As for your next question, he’s not. That I know of there are two ladies he’s dated in the past here tonight. He’s also a good friend, so if you’re looking for a one night, please look elsewhere.”

Haumia was watching Matt, trying to figure him out, when she asked, “What’s the drink he has and what does he do?”

“Kombucha and cola. He’s a financial planner and a CPA.”

“He doesn’t drink alcohol?”

“Only on his first drink, he calls it a K and C.”

“Does he dance?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Haumia got up and walked over to Matt.

“My name is Haumia, I’ve seen you at this bar stool for the entire night and well, that’s not healthy. Would you care to dance with me?”

“Pleasure to meet you, Haumia, I’m Matt and I’d enjoy that very much.”

“Great.” As she took his hand, leading him onto the dance floor.

The two danced for about a half-hour, The Hustle, Cupid Shuffle among them. It ended with a slow dance, which they slid into without hesitation. The culmination of the light flirting they’d been doing. About halfway through, Matt kissed her on the lips, to which Haumia smiled. When the song was over, she kissed him. They headed to the bar.

“There’s an empty booth, care to sit there?”

“Of course.”

“That was enjoyable. The most I’ve danced here at one time. Matt, you’re a good dancer.”

“You did ask, and it would be rude to have said no. Would you like something to eat or drink?”

“Sure, what did you have in mind?”

“Some potstickers and shrimp scampi, order what you want to drink.” He waved for a waitress and ordered when she arrived.

“So, if I may ask without being rude, your name, Haumia, is very unusual. Where is it from and what does it mean? Oh, what do you do?”

“I’m a bit of a mongrel. My mom is a Pacific Islander, Polynesian. It’s the name of one of their goddesses. Something about food or fertility, my mom wasn’t sure. I’m half Polynesian and a quarter black and white, from my dad. My last name is Johnson. I’m an RN at the hospital, been there eight months now. What do you do?”

“You mean Jake didn’t tell you?”

Haumia’s eye got bigger.

“Relax, I’m not mad. I’m flattered that you would ask him. My cousin Paul Caruso and I run a financing company. We help people in need. You’re also a good dancer, better than I am. When is your next night or day off from work?”

“Today is Wednesday, so tomorrow or Monday night.”

“Then would you care to have a date on Monday night?”

“Sure, what do you have planned?”

“Heard of the Iroquois Maiden?”

“Yeah, that a boat that takes tourists around the lake. Heard it’s popular.”

“It is, it’s a dining boat that goes out on the lake for a three-hour trip. It’s never found any uncharted islands.”

She looked at him.

“Never mind, bad joke. It has dinner and dancing. No dress code. Sound like fun?”

“Of course, dinner and some dancing would be fun. How do you want me to dress?”

“Let’s go with semi-formal and since I asked, I’ll pay. I’ll get you about six.”

“Sounds good.”

They spent another hour talking about their time at college and jobs, holding hands for most of it. They exchanged numbers before he drove her home, as Phoenicia wasn’t at the tavern.

“Haumia, thank you for an enjoyable evening.”

“You’re welcome, Matt.”

They leaned into each other and kissed, their tongues connected and danced. Matt moved a hand, its fingers lightly tracing her neck until they reached her ears. They traced both lobes as he kissed the front of her neck several times. She hummed at this.

Her hands moved, one ran its fingers through his hair, the other graced his cheek, as they kissed.

This is enjoyable, but why hasn’t he made any move to go further?

Their kissing took a break which she used to run a finger over his lips, which he licked. Then he held her hands with his.

“Haumia, I enjoyed tonight, and I like you. I can’t wait until Monday night to see you. I promise I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Did I do something wrong? No, he’s sincere. I can tell from his eyes. Can’t say I expected this.

“Matt, I feel likewise. You are a most unusual guy and yes, I’m looking forward to Monday night as well. Would you walk me to the door?’

“I’d be honored.”

They spent another ten minutes kissing before she went in, and up the stairs to her apartment.

Where Phoenicia didn’t wait for the door to close.

“That bad of a night, huh?”

“Not at all, Phoenicia. Matt is a gentleman, which to you is a rare thing and maybe a few evolutionary levels above your type.”

“Funny, ha-ha. So, he didn’t want to fuck you, or you didn’t want to fuck him?”

“Matt and I have a date for Monday night. We’re having dinner on the Iroquois Maiden. Is that good?”

“Don’t know if it’s good, but it isn’t cheap. If he didn’t get the hint in the car, you’d better have the smuttiest outfit you have, for Monday night.”

“I’ll do no such thing. We’re going semi-formal and since inquiring and simple minds want to know, Matt is an exceptionally good kisser.”

“Okay, I’m sorry, Matt might be a gentleman and didn’t want you to think it would be a one-night stand. Did you want a one nighter?”

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if he pushed it in the car. Right now, Matt’s a mystery. Says that he and his cousin run a financial company that helps people. I want to know more about him. I’ll start Monday night.”

The next night, about eight, her phone rang, and Matt’s name came up.

Great, he did say he’d call.

“Hello Matt, how was your day?”

“It was good, though a little better now. Was your day okay, Haumia?”

Awe, that’s sweet. “I’m glad you called and yes, it was a nice day off. What’s up?”

“Well, do you like ice-cream?”

“Yes, I do, why?”

“I’ll bring some over with all the extras.”

“That’s wonderful, how soon?”

“Be there in half an hour.” She put her phone on the table

“You want me to skedaddle,” Phoenicia asked with a wink.

“That’s up to you, but I’d better get a pot of coffee on. We have anything that goes with ice-cream?”

“That all depends on how you want to eat the ice-cream, doesn’t it? We do have a few bananas and some strawberries.”

“Interesting suggestion. Are you making it from personal experience?”

Phoenicia looked at her friend and smiled. “Yes, and if my mind serves me right, you were there.”

The two laughed.

“I’ll head out and be back about eleven, make sure you’re in bed by then and not alone.”

Matt rang her buzzer about twenty minutes later and she buzzed him in. Matt had two small bags with him, which he placed on the kitchen table.

“There, now…”

Matt turned around and found his mouth covered by Haumia’s as they shared a deep kiss, then several kisses.

“That was a very enjoyable way to say hello, Haumia.”

“Yes, it was, and I also thought it more enjoyable. Now, shoes by the door.” It also broke the tension and helped you relax.

“If we say hello again, the ice-cream might melt. So, let me make you what you want.”

“Oh, goodie, a personal waiter and I don’t need to tip.”

“I don’t expect a tip, only pleasant company with an attractive and personable lady. Now, what would you want? I make a mean banana split.”

Haumia laughed. “That sounds great, make two then. I’ll get us some coffee. How do you like yours?”

“Milk and two sugars, thank you.”

“I’ll see what’s on tv.”

“Okay.”

A few minutes later, Matt handed her a banana split, his coffee was on the end table.

“Anything, in particular, you’d like to watch?”

“I love swashbucklers and comedies, but your place, so I’ll defer to you.”

“Decisions, okay, ever seen a movie called “The Princess Bride?”

“Nope. Heard of it, that’s all.”

“Good, that’s what we’ll watch.”

They finished their ice-cream and coffee. Haumia leaned against Matt, his arm around her shoulder. She held that hand.

“That’s Peter Faulk,” Matt said.

“Shh, no talking until the movie is over,” she said and kissed the fingers of the hand she was holding.

A little after the first kiss in the movie, Matt leaned in and kissed Haumia.

“Seemed like a good idea,” he said

“It was,” she replied. “Let’s finish the movie before we have any more good ideas.”

“As you wish.”

Haumia rolled onto his lap and smiled up at him.

His eyes, one blue, the other green. Should I? Would he?

“Kiss me.”

They kissed, each kiss was more passionate, longer. She raised and sat on Matt’s lap, their arms enwrapped, her around her waist and hers his neck.

“Turn the tv off and come with me to my bedroom.”

Matt turned the tv off, then took Haumia in his arms and kissed her, whispering in her ear.

“I’ve no protection with me.”

“I do, in my room and I’m on the pill. Thank you for saying that.”

She led him to her bedroom, turned on the light, then closed the door. Their kissing resumed as their hands, removed clothes.

He’s tense right now, nervous. Well, our first time and I did make the first move. I’ll help.

She reached over and turned off the light. Her kisses were slower, softer but longer. She ran her tongue over his lips and kissed his nose. Her hand found his hardening cock and smiled as she slipped her tongue into his mouth.

Not bad, had some bigger and a few smaller. He’s nervous, but his kisses still have the desire and passion, I even see a slight glow of desire, from his eyes.

She took his hand and led him to the bed. Matt removed her bra and squeezed her hard nipples, which evoked a hum from Haumia. Her hands had pulled down his briefs and were fondling his hard cock.

“Matt, I’ll set the clock for 4 am so that I can get ready for work. I’ll say that as good as you look in clothes, you do look better without them.”

“Thank you and well, you are the most beautiful nymph in the world.”

“And how many nymphs have you’ve been with?”

As her arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed his lips.”

“So far, only one. Are you their queen?”

“No, but thank you for such sweet flattery.”

She moved her leg between his and slid it against his cock.

“That feels nice. Kiss me, explore my body and I’ll explore yours.”

The two spent time doing just that. Haumia soon discovered that Matt would need some care, lest he comes before she wanted.

Him first, then me.

“On your back so I can enjoy that enticing hardon you have. Then you can return the favor.”

She wrapped both her hands around his manhood and gave it a few twists.

I’d say seven inches and thicker than I thought it would be. I’m sure it’ll feel good.

She removed her hands from his cock and caressed his thighs as she gave light kisses to his quivering shaft.

“That’s hot. Your hands feel nice, but those kisses…”

Her mouth enveloped the head of his cock. Her tongue treated it like a maize ball used to practice boxing. His hips arched and his breathing got faster. She quickly moved a hand to the base of his cock and squeezed at the right spot. She puckered her lips and blew on his cock.

That helped and, in a few seconds, I’ll resume my exploration.

She licked the tip and ran her tongue down his shaft to his balls. Used one hand to lightly squeeze while her tongue swirled the base of his bulging cock. She began the return trip up when she heard Matt quietly say,

“Too soon.”

She felt it coming fast and placed his cock in her mouth and sucked on it and he blew a load. Five good blasts and two smaller ones. Haumia, took it all in as she swallowed. Then after making sure he was empty, gave his cock a few kisses.

That was one of the biggest, if not the biggest load I’ve ever had a guy give me. I’m impressed.

She kissed her way up his chest and neck before they locked in a sexy long bout of kissing.

“Your turn,” Matt said. He moved between her hips, using his hands to caress her thighs. His tongue searching her vagina.

This is a different approach.

Matt continued with his exploration, yet Haumia was shocked and disappointed. Despite his obvious eagerness to please and desire to bring her to an orgasm. Matt’s skills at oral weren’t in the ballpark when compared to his skill at kissing and using his hands. He didn’t catch the hints when she moved her body or arched her back. She never said anything. After about twenty minutes, Matt’s stamina was good, she faked an orgasm. Matt brought his face up and kissed her neck, his hands felt like feathers on her skin.

How can a guy be so good at this but so bad at oral? I still want that cock inside me.

Her hand slipped between his legs, finding his hardening shaft. His fingers found her clitoris and pleasured her.

His hand knows what to do, not like his kissing but better than his oral skill well lack of any oral skill.

After several enjoyable minutes, she said.

“I’ll put the condom on you. Then you use that stone-hard shaft to pleasure me.”

She looked at him and saw his happiness. He moved in and kissed her. She rolled the condom down his hardon and got on her back. She’d become very moist from his fingers and his sheathed cock slid in and out then back. Not too hard and he did well in not putting his weight on her. Yet ineptitude could be an explanation. Simplistic another. It was easier for her to have some control over his motion and his kisses felt like small static charges wherever he touched her, which was almost erotic and sensual.

For about five minutes he did his best to pleasure her before he filled his condom. They cuddled for a while then cleaned up. They kissed and caressed each other.

He likes me, that much I can tell, but I’m not sure about him. Oh, I’m attracted and do like him, but his borderline sexual ineptitude is a concern.

Matt kissed her and fondled a breast when the alarm went off. Haumia returned his affections.

“Haumia, thank you for last night. I enjoyed being with you and look forward to Monday night. Perhaps you could spend the night at my place if you want.”

“Matt, thank you for a pleasant evening and I liked the gentle way you woke me up. Maybe, I would like to see your place.”

They kissed at the door and he left.

Phoenicia came out of her room as the door closed.

“Okay tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“You’re not smiling, yet you’re not happy to see him leave. Was it a good time?”

“Yes, we both had a good time.”

“There’s a but in what you said. No overnight bag for Monday?”

“I’d don’t know. I mean I’ll have one, but I might not use it.”