You made your way to the front door without much a hassle. Greeting you there would be a girl who could made your heart pound as fast as a drum solo. She wore a tattered Metallica tank top that exposed some of her bare chest. Her pants, if they could be called that, hung on by a thread as holes of all sizes would be all over them. Her right arm was covered in a sleeve tattoos. She was perfect.
“Hey there.” You said in that raspy voice that you ever so loved.
“Hey.” Hers was much more feminine, but not enough for you to tell she meant business. “Luna Crawford?”
“The one and only.” You grinned.
She would size you up as you had done to her. “Megan Thompson.”
The two of you hit it off perfectly. After some grub at the pizza place in the mall, you both shopped a little and got some near threads for your guitar back home, an amp for her, and a few new t-shirts to fuck up. You even went to the tattoo shop in there and got your own sleeve to match hers.
Megan and you had a lot in common, liking the same bands and songs, it was freaky. About two hours into the date, Megan took your hand and lead you into the back of an upcoming clothing store where she snagged a job at. Before you knew it, the two of you were making out and the next, undressing one another. After half an hour of fucking one another, you cuddled nude to Megan, listening to one of your favorite tunes in an earpiece.
“Well, I’d call this a pretty fuckin’ good first date.” Megan said, lying next to you while keeping her head on your shoulder.
“Yeah. Pretty fuckin’ nice.” Was all you could muster. The music was taking your mind away from things as that rocker babe inside of your head was rockin’ out to the song.
Megan laughed and hugged you a bit. “Man, that dating site knows how to match people. Almost like we were made for each other huh?”
You paused. Dating site? You hadn’t been on anything like that? Not without being drunk of course, but you sure as hell weren’t signed up for anything. A kiss from Megan would interrupt your thoughts as you pushed it into the back of your mind and made out with her again. It wouldn’t be long before...