Her color darkened. In her confusion, she dropped her books. When she bent quickly to retrieve them, she bumped heads with the man. Then they both started laughing.

"I guess I haven't made too good a first impression," Matt said, handing her her books.

Better than you would ever imagine! Ann thought, remembering his muscular body, his thick spurting cock.

"How about letting me make it up to you?" he asked. "Have dinner with me, will you?"

"I already have a roast in the oven," Ann said. "Been cooking all day."

"Then why don't I have dinner at your place?" he asked. "You could never eat a whole roast, could you? Unless there's someone else who's going to help you?"

"No," Ann said, looking into his eyes for the first time. "There's no one else."

"Well, now there is," Matt said with a smile.

"Yep, I guess there is," Ann agreed.

"Where do you live?" he asked.

"Right there." Ann pointed to the house across the street.

"How convenient!" Matt said. "You could go home for a… that is, you could go home for lunch!"

They walked across the street and toward the house. When she opened the door, Matt walked in and made himself at home.

"Smells great!" he said, pulling off his tie and flinging it on the coffee table. He plopped down on the couch and looked up at Ann. "How about a nice martini? Just ice and vodka. No vermouth, unless you want to make a real fast enemy." Ann laughed. "Wouldn't dream of it! One martini coming up!"

They had a few drinks, getting to know each other with small talk, and then had dinner. It had come off rather nicely for which Ann was thankful. The roast was pink and delicious, the potatoes perfect and the salad crispy and flavorful. Even the coffee tasted unusually delicious.

"Care for some wine?" Ann asked, as they walked into the living room.