Your post reminded me of this true incident in my youth, when I was dating this really “hot babe” who had told me very directly that she never had sex with a man, on the first date, and I told her that I respected that, and her.
But, as the evening wore on and we both discovered that we were very much sexually attracted to each other, she finally started to cry in my arms (we were seated on her couch, fully clothed), and when I asked her what was the problem, she told me that she really wanted to be intimate with me, but she couldn’t violate her rule about no sex on the first date.
I said, “Listen, would you please excuse me for about half an hour? There is something super-important I need to do, and I’ll be back in about 30 minutes, OK?” She got a puzzled look on her face, and cried a little more, thinking that she was never going to see me again, but I gave her my word-of-honor (which I have never broken to anyone), that I would return in around 30 minutes.
I went to a bar to have a soft drink and a sandwich, and after I had been there for 15 minutes or so, I telephoned her and said, “When I left your house, our first date ended, so when I come over there, our second date will begin, right?”
She laughed and said, “You’re right! I’ll be naked when you get here!”
We spent our entire “second date” over the course of a weekend.