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Timothy’s Terrible Prompt Stories - 52. No Prompt: Third Date Part II
By the time we finished our main course, and were ready for dessert, the restaurant had become filled. Our waiter was now Alfredo’s youngest son, who was about five years older than me. Victor was very handsome with his short black curly hair and I used to have a small crush on him. That was three years ago and before I met Eric. Now blue eyes and blond hair were my favorite look on a guy, and I only had eyes for my boyfriend.
Eric and I talked, laughed, shared food and even touched briefly, mostly hands and a few foot nudges. We had barely noticed our surroundings, but now I looked round hoping to catch Victor’s eye. Apart from families with kids we were the youngest people dining, although there were some couples in their early twenties. To me it felt safe rather than awkward; even if anyone didn’t approve of us being a couple, they would be unlikely to express their views in a loud or violent manner. My mom convinced me La Dolce Vita would be a good place for an official date, and so far she had been right.
“What do you recommend for dessert?” Eric asked.
“Tiramisu is the classic sweet, but it contains coffee and alcohol, so I prefer gelato – Italian ice cream,” I replied. “They have twenty different flavors, all of them great.”
“Ice cream sounds good. What’s your favorite apart from vanilla?” We both chuckled at the reference to Rob and Jazz teasing us in the park. In hindsight, their jokes had been pretty funny.
Just then Victor caught up with us and began clearing the last plates. “Would you like to order dessert, signori?”
“Yes please. Two gelato with three scoops: Vanilla, pistacchio and stracciatella for me,” I told him, making an effort to pronounce the two latter the Italian way, which earned me a wink.
“And you, signor? We have different cioccolata flavors, mostly dark chocolate, four kinds of nuts, including chestnut, and of course sorbetto with various fruits.”
“Blueberries?” At Victor’s nod, Eric went on. “I’ll have that, please. Chestnut ice cream sounds great, and I’d like vanilla too.”
“Frutti di bosco, castagna and vanilla. Va bene, and would you like coffee or perhaps cioccolata calda?”
“Hot chocolate sounds good, right?” I asked Eric who nodded enthusiastically.
Once Victor had returned with dessert, I decided to bring up the matter I had postponed earlier.
“I’m pleased you don’t have to go home tonight, but how did you persuade your parents?”
He shrugged. “My dad suggested it, but I have the feeling Rob may have talked them into it. However, I think the main reason is you’ve impressed them. And I had to promise not do anything I didn’t want to, or you didn’t approve of.”
I raised my eyebrows at him, and he blushed. “My Dad said he knew all about teen hormones and the futility of forbidding us to have some kind of…you know. But they would cut me a deal and accept sleepovers in return for a promise to be sensible and take things slowly. When I told him what you said about us having the rest of our lives, he added the bit about listening to you.”
Digging my spoon into the vanilla ice cream on my plate, I thought about the implications. Reminding Eric about his promise to Mr. Perry would be a rather unromantic way of keeping him from pushing me about sex. And to be honest, his eagerness was rather flattering, and the thought of us naked in bed tempting. On one hand, I didn’t want to misuse the trust our parents placed in us by allowing us to sleep together. On the other hand, I definitely wanted to suck my boyfriend’s cock, and maybe slowly didn’t mean no sex at all?
“Penny for your thoughts, Nel,” Eric said, and I looked up at him. To gain some time I slipped the lump of ice cream into my mouth. Mmmmm, delicious as always.
Eric mimicked my gesture and made appreciative noises when the blueberry sorbetto melted on his tongue. He scooped up some more and held the spoon out to me. “Wanna try? It tastes wonderful.”
I leaned forward and let him put the spoon between my lips. Our eyes locked, and for the next ten minutes we were silent while we fed each other samples in between tasting our own ice cream and drinking hot chocolate. By the time we were done, my hard-on was leaking in my briefs. Fuck, I wanted those lips on mine and that tongue exploring my body.
Glancing around to make sure no one was within earshot, I whispered, “I think it’s time to go home. Slow and sensible doesn’t mean denying ourselves completely, right?”
“I agree. And just so you know, I think spending the night together is about more than just....” Eric left the rest of the sentence unsaid, knowing we both understood his point.
“I’m glad we understand each other, and I’m sure we can work something out with the Prom too. But let’s not worry about that now.”
The satisfied look on Eric’s face told me he felt he had won both rounds. In his own quiet way he was as determined and stubborn as Rob, and they shared the same cute smirk when things went their way. I wondered if they inherited that from Mr. Perry together with the blue eyes and blond hair.
“It’s a good thing we’re walking back,” my boyfriend told me.
“Because of all the food we’ve eaten?”
“Partly, but also because I think we both need to cool down a bit. I never knew ice cream could be such a hot dessert.”
“Well, Alfredo did warn us.” We both chuckled over his ‘Italian food is perfect for amore.’
I caught Victor’s eye as he walked past us with plates for the table behind me, and he nodded to show he knew we were ready to go. Suddenly, I realized with no bill I didn’t know how much to leave as a tip, but then I decided $30 would be appropriate.
Before Victor returned, I managed to place the tip under my plate, so he’d be able to see it sticking out. However, it was Alfredo who came to ask if we were satisfied with our meal. We both assured him we had enjoyed everything immensely, and Eric added he would tell his parents to visit. Alfredo beamed at us and escorted us to the exit where he wished us a ‘Buona serata!’ I saw Victor hovering in the background, smiling at us, before he hurried over to clear the table for the guests waiting at the bar.
“What does buona serata mean?” Eric asked as we walked along the wine shop next to the restaurant.
“Something like have a nice evening.”
“I don’t think we need to worry about that. It’s been wonderful so far. Thank you.”
“Thanks, babe. I’ve never really enjoyed going on a date before. I would always be unsure how to act and what to talk about, but with you everything is easy. Even not talking is OK, rather than awkward.”
As if to show he understood, Eric took my hand without saying anything, and we walked towards the park in companionable silence. There was a bit of chill in the air, even though the time was only around eight-thirty. We both zipped up our jackets after entering the park and walked along chatting, but without holding hands. It would probably have been OK, but my mom’s admonition about ‘Better safe than sorry’ lingered in the back of my mind. Even though I was perfectly capable of protecting my boyfriend, unless we encountered a whole bunch of bigots, it would destroy the wonderful mood.
There would be plenty of time for holding hands, kissing and other stuff later.
Somehow, I imagined you having a Gelato moment. 
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