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I've got a thread going about this girl, I'll call her Lauren, in the Texts and Calls section. This is a report of our first time alone together earlier today.
This was our fourth time hanging out. We went for a walk and I got physical with her early on. Grabbed her butt, then a bit later pulled her close to me and wrapped my arms around her. She responded really well and it felt completely natural. She agreed to come back to my place (well, a friend's place; I'm cat sitting).
Seated on the couch after I gave her a glass of water, she gives me these puppy dog eyes, pats the cushion beside her and says, "Don't be afraid." She knows what's going down. I hop on the couch next to her and wrap my arm around her...
It was like pulling teeth to get her to get her to come my way. We've been working on this for two weeks. Today I finally said, "It's my pet peeve to always go to a friend who never comes my way. If we were going to hang out again, you're gonna have to do the traveling." Finally she admits she's afraid of the train. It's not safe, she says. I tell her she needs to get over that because it's not serving her to hold onto this fear. She knows I'm leaving town tomorrow for a long trip, and senses I'm running out of patience with her. She finally says she's coming.
She gets off the train and says she is mad at me and how there were all these black men who looked dangerous on the train. I told her I wouldn't say that to most people. "I'm safe," I said, "And I'm not judging you. But other people might not take that stuff so well."
After walking for a bit I invited her back to my place. "What are we going to do?" she asks. She's told me she likes cuddling and it's the first thing that pops into my mind.
"Cuddle. And kiss, maybe," I say.
When we finally get to the crib, I'm relaxed and in my element. I kind of realize little by little she's anything but. My friend is into leather and drag and is a slob. There are wigs all over the place, a bubbler on the coffee table...and then he's got this Hello Kitty toaster. She asks about the toaster. "It's a pink toaster. Is it a girl?"
"No, Matt is not a girl. I think his niece gave it to him," I say.
Pointing at a key light on a high-up shelf, she asks, "Is there a camera up there?" She stiffens up when I touch her. She keeps looking at the windows just above the couch we are on. "The blinds. People can see us." She stiffens up even more as I close the blinds. I prepare to pounce. Her eyes get big and she says, "We don't have an agreement yet."
I'm like, "What agreement is that?"
She says, "You know."
So finally she asks if she can take her shirt off. I take her and put her on my lap so she's straddling me. She just sits there. "You get on top of me," she says. She tries to lie down on her back, but I don't let her. "Come on," she says, trying to lie down again.
"This is how it's going to be," I say. "We are not doing that right now. Just sit her like this for a minute." She literally just sits there.
"I don't want to kiss," she says, "You know, because of the virus. But we can do other things." She tries to lie down again but I still don't let her. She is totally squirming but I am quite content just staring at the two little nipples peeking over the tops of her bra cups and gliding my hands over her abdomen. Finally we kiss a little and I ask, "Do you want me to go down on you?" She says yes. "And then it will be my turn?"
"Yes," she says.
I go at it for a while and I can tell she's into it but not going to come. She's also not touching me at all and doesn't take any of my clothes off. But she says, "How did you learn how to do that?"
"Well," I say, "An old girlfriend taught me. She had an ex who did it like this."
After five minutes or so my finger came out bloody. She gasps and says, "why am I bleeding?" I know she just had her period because we texted about that, so I don't think anything of it. But she is so surprised that I am compelled to ask her, "Are you a virgin?" Finally, she admits she is a virgin.
I can only imagine what is running through that little 26 year-old Coptic head of her's. I know she got a kick out of being eaten out by me, and I am pretty sure she sees me as the guy she's going to settle for losing her virginity to. Lauren reminds me of an ex-- my last relationship, actually-- who, when hooking up, would always take it upon herself to go from sitting to lying down, or, if we moved from another room into the bedroom, to lie down on her back on the bed. She'd stare to one side and basically avoid eye contact while I was fucking her.
This girl-- the ex-- had two boyfriends and fucked plenty of dudes before she met me. I know because she told me and I know she was a party girl in college. I started giving her shit about how she just goes "someplace else" when we screw, and she would giggle sheepishly, actually, maniacally, in response. I realized she didn't want any distance between us because she was insecure about her breasts. She's beautiful and has really nice tits-- not big but not tiny-- great tits. Why doesn't she know this already? Why does she go numb when she's being intimate with a guy? We made a lot of progress in two years but even at the very end of the relationship, her favorite was to be on her back. She just wanted to be plowed. Jesus.
Back to Lauren. It's rare that a girl doesn't go for your dick when you touch her. Even the ex I was just talking about did that. After I ate her out, I told her to touch it and take it out. "It's really big," she says. But she wouldn't grab it. But she's still got this eager energy going. So I ask her, "Do you want to have sex?"
"Yes, I do," she says. So I take her in the bedroom and take the rest of my clothes off. I put a condom on. She's lying there-- stiff as a board. I get on top of her and kiss her a little on the neck. She's just so stiff! I'm thinking, "She's not ready for this. She wants me to be in love with her. Way too much internal dissonance for my tolerance." So I pull back and I say, "We are rushing this. You're not ready for this." She seems relieved and says, "Yes, we are not ready. It's too soon."
We lie there for another minute and I offer to eat her pussy more and she says she'd like that. She liked it but she wasn't going to come so I stopped after a minute or two. I asked her if she would use her hand on me. She shook her head and said, "I am tired and hot."
We got dressed and I walked her back to the train. I was handsy with her on the walk and she said she had fun. I told her I think it was good what we did. "You've made it all the way up to the point of having sex without actually doing it. Next time you will know exactly what to expect, and maybe you'll be ready to go all the way."
I'm thinking about her now (obviously). It would be so easy to just fall into my next relationship with this one. Life is so much better with a girl around. What's the point of resisting my desire to go monogamous with her?
This was our fourth time hanging out. We went for a walk and I got physical with her early on. Grabbed her butt, then a bit later pulled her close to me and wrapped my arms around her. She responded really well and it felt completely natural. She agreed to come back to my place (well, a friend's place; I'm cat sitting).
Seated on the couch after I gave her a glass of water, she gives me these puppy dog eyes, pats the cushion beside her and says, "Don't be afraid." She knows what's going down. I hop on the couch next to her and wrap my arm around her...
It was like pulling teeth to get her to get her to come my way. We've been working on this for two weeks. Today I finally said, "It's my pet peeve to always go to a friend who never comes my way. If we were going to hang out again, you're gonna have to do the traveling." Finally she admits she's afraid of the train. It's not safe, she says. I tell her she needs to get over that because it's not serving her to hold onto this fear. She knows I'm leaving town tomorrow for a long trip, and senses I'm running out of patience with her. She finally says she's coming.
She gets off the train and says she is mad at me and how there were all these black men who looked dangerous on the train. I told her I wouldn't say that to most people. "I'm safe," I said, "And I'm not judging you. But other people might not take that stuff so well."
After walking for a bit I invited her back to my place. "What are we going to do?" she asks. She's told me she likes cuddling and it's the first thing that pops into my mind.
"Cuddle. And kiss, maybe," I say.
When we finally get to the crib, I'm relaxed and in my element. I kind of realize little by little she's anything but. My friend is into leather and drag and is a slob. There are wigs all over the place, a bubbler on the coffee table...and then he's got this Hello Kitty toaster. She asks about the toaster. "It's a pink toaster. Is it a girl?"
"No, Matt is not a girl. I think his niece gave it to him," I say.
Pointing at a key light on a high-up shelf, she asks, "Is there a camera up there?" She stiffens up when I touch her. She keeps looking at the windows just above the couch we are on. "The blinds. People can see us." She stiffens up even more as I close the blinds. I prepare to pounce. Her eyes get big and she says, "We don't have an agreement yet."
I'm like, "What agreement is that?"
She says, "You know."
So finally she asks if she can take her shirt off. I take her and put her on my lap so she's straddling me. She just sits there. "You get on top of me," she says. She tries to lie down on her back, but I don't let her. "Come on," she says, trying to lie down again.
"This is how it's going to be," I say. "We are not doing that right now. Just sit her like this for a minute." She literally just sits there.
"I don't want to kiss," she says, "You know, because of the virus. But we can do other things." She tries to lie down again but I still don't let her. She is totally squirming but I am quite content just staring at the two little nipples peeking over the tops of her bra cups and gliding my hands over her abdomen. Finally we kiss a little and I ask, "Do you want me to go down on you?" She says yes. "And then it will be my turn?"
"Yes," she says.
I go at it for a while and I can tell she's into it but not going to come. She's also not touching me at all and doesn't take any of my clothes off. But she says, "How did you learn how to do that?"
"Well," I say, "An old girlfriend taught me. She had an ex who did it like this."
After five minutes or so my finger came out bloody. She gasps and says, "why am I bleeding?" I know she just had her period because we texted about that, so I don't think anything of it. But she is so surprised that I am compelled to ask her, "Are you a virgin?" Finally, she admits she is a virgin.
I can only imagine what is running through that little 26 year-old Coptic head of her's. I know she got a kick out of being eaten out by me, and I am pretty sure she sees me as the guy she's going to settle for losing her virginity to. Lauren reminds me of an ex-- my last relationship, actually-- who, when hooking up, would always take it upon herself to go from sitting to lying down, or, if we moved from another room into the bedroom, to lie down on her back on the bed. She'd stare to one side and basically avoid eye contact while I was fucking her.
This girl-- the ex-- had two boyfriends and fucked plenty of dudes before she met me. I know because she told me and I know she was a party girl in college. I started giving her shit about how she just goes "someplace else" when we screw, and she would giggle sheepishly, actually, maniacally, in response. I realized she didn't want any distance between us because she was insecure about her breasts. She's beautiful and has really nice tits-- not big but not tiny-- great tits. Why doesn't she know this already? Why does she go numb when she's being intimate with a guy? We made a lot of progress in two years but even at the very end of the relationship, her favorite was to be on her back. She just wanted to be plowed. Jesus.
Back to Lauren. It's rare that a girl doesn't go for your dick when you touch her. Even the ex I was just talking about did that. After I ate her out, I told her to touch it and take it out. "It's really big," she says. But she wouldn't grab it. But she's still got this eager energy going. So I ask her, "Do you want to have sex?"
"Yes, I do," she says. So I take her in the bedroom and take the rest of my clothes off. I put a condom on. She's lying there-- stiff as a board. I get on top of her and kiss her a little on the neck. She's just so stiff! I'm thinking, "She's not ready for this. She wants me to be in love with her. Way too much internal dissonance for my tolerance." So I pull back and I say, "We are rushing this. You're not ready for this." She seems relieved and says, "Yes, we are not ready. It's too soon."
We lie there for another minute and I offer to eat her pussy more and she says she'd like that. She liked it but she wasn't going to come so I stopped after a minute or two. I asked her if she would use her hand on me. She shook her head and said, "I am tired and hot."
We got dressed and I walked her back to the train. I was handsy with her on the walk and she said she had fun. I told her I think it was good what we did. "You've made it all the way up to the point of having sex without actually doing it. Next time you will know exactly what to expect, and maybe you'll be ready to go all the way."
I'm thinking about her now (obviously). It would be so easy to just fall into my next relationship with this one. Life is so much better with a girl around. What's the point of resisting my desire to go monogamous with her?
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