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Hey y'all.
This is an FR that took place Saturday night involving me and an old female friend who i'd gone ghost on for about a year and a half.
The Backstory:
Nearing two years ago, I'd made the choice to drop out of university, to get priorities in order and start actively pursuing my goals. While @ uni i'd tried in vain to game and fuck the subject of this FR (we'll call her Lucy), in one of my classes.
I'd managed to make out with her, suck her breasts and draw her out on a date (she'd even drove an hour and a half to pick me up from my house at the time) and was certainly in to me back then, but even with the 4 lays on my belt, I was sexually aggressive, but lacked finesse and experience and tripped over myself. I ended up being slotted in a safe friend position, while she dated a guy more attractive and edgy than I at the time. To make matters worse, I dug myself further into the friend zone when I tried and failed to cut her off. As she had become so entrenched in my immediate social circle, I feared the social repurcussions, and allowed her to be a friend.
Back then I was young, immature, hyperactive, slighly neurotic and a little too nice. However, one of my skills with females has always been my ability to draw them out emotionally in ways most men can't (through deep diving and genuine interest and such), and while this would be great if I had the seduction skills back then, I was never brave enough to finish and so the younger me had a huge circle of good looking girls that considered me their best friend but nothing more (often they'd confess how much they liked me after some distance grew between us). And so, I reluctantly became Lucy's 'best friend' to my own internal disapproval.
I strategically set out to increase the distance between us, and when I finally dropped out of school (and Facebook
) I dropped out of her life completely, always with the knowledge that when and if our paths did cross I would be sexier and more suave, and would capitalize on her shock and excitement. Dropping out of uni was probably one of the best decisions i've made to date.
A word of advice to to the less seasoned on here: If you find yourself in emasculating situations, or simply situations that subvert your core values and motives, GET OUT IMMEDIATELY; they can do damage to your personal image and self esteem, that can take a very long time to fix.
Backstory to Saturday night:
A mutual friend (Teralyn) of mine and Lucy's, a stud lesbian mind you, invited me out to her b'day party at a bar in town. I RSVP'd, though I would be going alone and with the huge chance that I would know nobody else their besides her (i'm actively forcing myself into situations that stretch my social comfort zone). I also had a strong feeling Lucy would be making an appearance. I planned ahead of time to go dressed to the nines and my game plan, given my gut was right, would be to capitalize on her curiosity, excitement and nervousness at seeing me, by being suave and letting her come to me, then conveying interest with physical touch, coupled with light, playful banter.
Saturday night:
I get to the bar fashionably late and am greeted by Terralyn. Her party is there seated and the bar is small and mutual. I settle in. Terralyn tells me Lucy will be there and how Lucy flipped out when she heard I was coming. I grinned an evil grin internally. Around an hour and a half passes and Terralyn assures me (without my pressing mind you) that Lucy is definitely coming, she only lives across the street, and she's not sure what's taking her so long. It's almost as though she was trying to hook us up. I make a joke about Lucy's hair and make up and girly girls. Also while at my table there's a milf sitting opposite me, late 30's, not hot, who is giving me some hungry glances over the top of her wine glass. I'm unaffected, smiling inside due to the validation (I have hot girl tendencies lmao), and it got to the point where she stares into my eyes after downing her drinl and waves sheepishly to me. With a suave devilish smile and squinted eyes I ask if she's alright, in my deep voice, and like a shy girl she gives a nervous smile and nod and looks away. I wasn't into her so I retreated back into my own world bopping and quietly singing along with the music.
Lucy enters, about two hours late and passes me as she heads towards the birthday girl. They exchange words, and then our eyes meet. She looks surprised, waits a little, still talking to Terralyn and then comes over to me, she grips me in a hug and I tell her to pull up a chair - "as if my big ass will fit" and she's right the space I point to is tiny. It's too bad all the chairs at my table are taken. O well, seating will sort itself out.
She asks where to put her jacket and I point to the coat rack at the back. She leaves, and I nurse my drink and wait, plotting. Out of nowhere, everyone at my table leaves, freeing a chair beside me.
Lucy returns and tells me to move across so she can have my seat. I don't budge and motion that she pass in front of me (between my knees and the table). The stupider me might've moved but not now.
She's stubborn so I stand, grab her hand and lead her in front of me to the chair beside me. Her ass is as phenomenal as I remember - big and framed by wide hyper-feminine hips (my absolute favourite), topped off by a small waist and flat stomach (thick white women FTW!). She's in black skin tight leggings, and a black, see-through lace top with nothing but her bra beneath it. She settles down beside me and we get reaquainted.
My vibe is relaxed, I'm casually sprawled in my chair, and amused by the music and ambience of the place.
It is my intent to write myself off as a friend by indicating sexuality with touch and avoiding the BF zone by emphasizing my scarcity.
I get her talking about herself, and what she's been up to over the years, and she keeps mentioning how she forgot how I was, how I looked and how i talked, and told me that I'm completely different to how I used to be. I say "really?" and she nods her head wide-eyed as if the change was really drastic. I could've pressed here, and said is that a good or bad thing, but i assumed it was good and let the convo flow.
All the while I have my hand across the back of her chair, incidentally touching her. When I caress I notice her move subtly away from my touch so I cease but keep my hand there anyway.
My goal was to touch her alot to ramp up the sexual tension between us, and it was working. She was preening her hair like a motherfucker, so I knew she was attracted, and instinctively I caressed and played with her hair casually also.
One interesting observation is that when I called her out on the preening - I told her she'd have no more hair left at the rate she was going - she seemed not to be conscious of it, and played it off as her having "straightened it" (LOL chick logic..).
I touched her face when she mentioned a recent lip injury that was causing her to talk funny and ran my fingers across the skin below her mouth while I inspected it, and gripped the nape of her neck in a dominantly sexual way while I pulled her to my ear so as to hear her over the music. I'd indicate for her to lean in too when she spoke and she would.
She mentioned how it's been 8 years since she last saw me (it's been about 2) so I mock her math, and she mentions how back then we were young and lost. Blah blah blah, I realize i don't really listen to details, mostly just subcontext and emotion.
She leaves for a drink and on her return I pay her a genuine compliment in a way only i can - with a playful diss for good measure. I say,"despite your fucked up lip, you look really good" with a mischievous smile and droopy eyes (is it me or is it really hard to convey personal body language in words?). She eats it up.
The music gets intense and for a while we've been the only people in the bar sitting. Everyone else is on the dance floor.
I get up to go dance and tap her on the knee to follow. She does.
I dance a bit as does she, and then I grab her gently but firmly to grind with me. She resists, as only a woman should, but I proceed anyway, and she backs up into me.
When I was younger I would've been overeager, but I'm gentle now and warm her up, then I leave her on the floor and head for the washroom.
On my return she asks where I went. I said to take a piss, and she grabs my hands and asks if I washed them. I nod yes, then smile and wipe my hands across her face playfully anyway. I leave and take a seat as I was getting bored of dancing.
She comes to sit down and asks if I want to go outside to the patio to smoke. I dont smoke but can do with the fresh air, plus I'm buzzing and want to socialize.
The patio's closed we go out front, with some of the other girls, and as they smoke I chat up and get chat up by some of the girls. It's too cold out for me so I go back inside (all of this breaking circle i'm doing is to indicate that i'm not following her around, i'm here to amuse myself not bask in her energy as the younger me did). I chill.
Fast forward I head back onto the dancefloor, she follows and in the crowd she grips me from the side in an embrace as that says she can't believe she's with me, as though she lost me and found me again.
I stay amused with the music and the live band but I casually (Casual - word of the night) reciprocate by embracing her with my arm. Then I ease up and go sit down.
I return to the floor again after some time and she makes a lame joke suggesting I applied cocoa butter to my skin while I was away, and how I always smell like cocoa butter. I laugh it off as she's a really silly girl in general ,and caress my face as if to say cocoa butter is the secret to this glorious face, wench, punctuated by a shit eating smile.
I keep dancing. She asks me to go outside with her again and I decline (bitch it's cold outside, I'm dancin), she whines and mentions how it's a song nobody knows and so is the "perfect opportunity" (lol for what?).
I give her my back, preoccupied with the band and she heads out with one of the girls . I head to the front of the live band and dance with the bday girl and her girlfriend for a while.
Throughout the night I couldn't help but notice that at certain moments on the dancefloor, in my peripherals I'd catch Lucy staring at me with those big puppy dog eyes of hers...
She legit looks like a powerpuff girls when she does it.
I return to her and begin grinding on her again. I have my left hand on her shoulder and my right on her hip at the edge of the 'V' that leads down to her puss.
She moves my hand from here so I put it at her side and begin to rub my hand up and down it as I gyrate against her. She moves my hand from her shoulder and I begin caressing her sides with both hands.
Caressing her back as I wind up my waist, I put my hand back at the v and now she puts her hand over my hand as though she likes it. I put my left hand at the 'V' now and feel for her other hand. She puts it there too. We continue for a while and then I let go and dance beside her alone.
I check my watch and realise I need to be leaving. I have the last train to catch. I tell her, and she mumbles something in protest. I say bye to the birthday girl and return to Lucy. She grabs my hand, and awkardly sticks her neck out to kiss me on the cheek. I bid her goodbye and tell her to text me. She says determinedly and wide eyed " no, YOU text me", almost with a look of desperation, to which I simply respond "we'll see", (i'm legitimately busy at the moment, and I've set this frame the whole night).
I make my exit, and tell the girl at the door to have a good night, she's got a warm smile as she tells me to take care.
The next afternoon I text her - " Hey L, it was nice running into you last night. Let's make some time to chill properly before life gets in the way."
Shortly after, she replies, shortly - "I know !!!!. Give me a shout when your around the university mr."
I don't reply, and get on with my day.
In retrospect I think I messed up by not having her invite me home. She only lived across the street, and I'm certain she would've said yes.
If not that I should've at least had her walk me outside, manhandle kissed her, slapped her on the bum and told her "you can go back inside now" (I'm a mischievous devil, after all).
This would've set a blatant frame for our next meet.
My verdict:
All is not lost. My goal is to fuck her and I know I can do that, it's just when to go forward with it. I've been busy this week and also thought hitting her up within a few days of seeing her after not keeping contact for 2 years, seems a little thirsty.
Ideally I should've pushed and fucked her that night, but in light of the next best thing I think I'll pick a day to go downtown, nonchalantly text her that I'm coming into town the night before and, given her schedule's free, we should grab a bite or drink.
From there, I'll get her talking about herself, her day, and ramp up the eye contact, touching and teasing.
Emphasize adventure and troublemaking, and make a push to go back to her place on the pretext that I've never seen it before/watch a movie/ etc. - bedroom - manhandle kiss - escalate - fuck.
What do you guys think? How should I proceed? How should I go about turning this into a fatass lay?
Thanks,
Topcat
This is an FR that took place Saturday night involving me and an old female friend who i'd gone ghost on for about a year and a half.
The Backstory:
Nearing two years ago, I'd made the choice to drop out of university, to get priorities in order and start actively pursuing my goals. While @ uni i'd tried in vain to game and fuck the subject of this FR (we'll call her Lucy), in one of my classes.
I'd managed to make out with her, suck her breasts and draw her out on a date (she'd even drove an hour and a half to pick me up from my house at the time) and was certainly in to me back then, but even with the 4 lays on my belt, I was sexually aggressive, but lacked finesse and experience and tripped over myself. I ended up being slotted in a safe friend position, while she dated a guy more attractive and edgy than I at the time. To make matters worse, I dug myself further into the friend zone when I tried and failed to cut her off. As she had become so entrenched in my immediate social circle, I feared the social repurcussions, and allowed her to be a friend.
Back then I was young, immature, hyperactive, slighly neurotic and a little too nice. However, one of my skills with females has always been my ability to draw them out emotionally in ways most men can't (through deep diving and genuine interest and such), and while this would be great if I had the seduction skills back then, I was never brave enough to finish and so the younger me had a huge circle of good looking girls that considered me their best friend but nothing more (often they'd confess how much they liked me after some distance grew between us). And so, I reluctantly became Lucy's 'best friend' to my own internal disapproval.
I strategically set out to increase the distance between us, and when I finally dropped out of school (and Facebook
) I dropped out of her life completely, always with the knowledge that when and if our paths did cross I would be sexier and more suave, and would capitalize on her shock and excitement. Dropping out of uni was probably one of the best decisions i've made to date.A word of advice to to the less seasoned on here: If you find yourself in emasculating situations, or simply situations that subvert your core values and motives, GET OUT IMMEDIATELY; they can do damage to your personal image and self esteem, that can take a very long time to fix.
Backstory to Saturday night:
A mutual friend (Teralyn) of mine and Lucy's, a stud lesbian mind you, invited me out to her b'day party at a bar in town. I RSVP'd, though I would be going alone and with the huge chance that I would know nobody else their besides her (i'm actively forcing myself into situations that stretch my social comfort zone). I also had a strong feeling Lucy would be making an appearance. I planned ahead of time to go dressed to the nines and my game plan, given my gut was right, would be to capitalize on her curiosity, excitement and nervousness at seeing me, by being suave and letting her come to me, then conveying interest with physical touch, coupled with light, playful banter.
Saturday night:
I get to the bar fashionably late and am greeted by Terralyn. Her party is there seated and the bar is small and mutual. I settle in. Terralyn tells me Lucy will be there and how Lucy flipped out when she heard I was coming. I grinned an evil grin internally. Around an hour and a half passes and Terralyn assures me (without my pressing mind you) that Lucy is definitely coming, she only lives across the street, and she's not sure what's taking her so long. It's almost as though she was trying to hook us up. I make a joke about Lucy's hair and make up and girly girls. Also while at my table there's a milf sitting opposite me, late 30's, not hot, who is giving me some hungry glances over the top of her wine glass. I'm unaffected, smiling inside due to the validation (I have hot girl tendencies lmao), and it got to the point where she stares into my eyes after downing her drinl and waves sheepishly to me. With a suave devilish smile and squinted eyes I ask if she's alright, in my deep voice, and like a shy girl she gives a nervous smile and nod and looks away. I wasn't into her so I retreated back into my own world bopping and quietly singing along with the music.
Lucy enters, about two hours late and passes me as she heads towards the birthday girl. They exchange words, and then our eyes meet. She looks surprised, waits a little, still talking to Terralyn and then comes over to me, she grips me in a hug and I tell her to pull up a chair - "as if my big ass will fit" and she's right the space I point to is tiny. It's too bad all the chairs at my table are taken. O well, seating will sort itself out.
She asks where to put her jacket and I point to the coat rack at the back. She leaves, and I nurse my drink and wait, plotting. Out of nowhere, everyone at my table leaves, freeing a chair beside me.
Lucy returns and tells me to move across so she can have my seat. I don't budge and motion that she pass in front of me (between my knees and the table). The stupider me might've moved but not now.
She's stubborn so I stand, grab her hand and lead her in front of me to the chair beside me. Her ass is as phenomenal as I remember - big and framed by wide hyper-feminine hips (my absolute favourite), topped off by a small waist and flat stomach (thick white women FTW!). She's in black skin tight leggings, and a black, see-through lace top with nothing but her bra beneath it. She settles down beside me and we get reaquainted.
My vibe is relaxed, I'm casually sprawled in my chair, and amused by the music and ambience of the place.
It is my intent to write myself off as a friend by indicating sexuality with touch and avoiding the BF zone by emphasizing my scarcity.
I get her talking about herself, and what she's been up to over the years, and she keeps mentioning how she forgot how I was, how I looked and how i talked, and told me that I'm completely different to how I used to be. I say "really?" and she nods her head wide-eyed as if the change was really drastic. I could've pressed here, and said is that a good or bad thing, but i assumed it was good and let the convo flow.
All the while I have my hand across the back of her chair, incidentally touching her. When I caress I notice her move subtly away from my touch so I cease but keep my hand there anyway.
My goal was to touch her alot to ramp up the sexual tension between us, and it was working. She was preening her hair like a motherfucker, so I knew she was attracted, and instinctively I caressed and played with her hair casually also.
One interesting observation is that when I called her out on the preening - I told her she'd have no more hair left at the rate she was going - she seemed not to be conscious of it, and played it off as her having "straightened it" (LOL chick logic..).
I touched her face when she mentioned a recent lip injury that was causing her to talk funny and ran my fingers across the skin below her mouth while I inspected it, and gripped the nape of her neck in a dominantly sexual way while I pulled her to my ear so as to hear her over the music. I'd indicate for her to lean in too when she spoke and she would.
She mentioned how it's been 8 years since she last saw me (it's been about 2) so I mock her math, and she mentions how back then we were young and lost. Blah blah blah, I realize i don't really listen to details, mostly just subcontext and emotion.
She leaves for a drink and on her return I pay her a genuine compliment in a way only i can - with a playful diss for good measure. I say,"despite your fucked up lip, you look really good" with a mischievous smile and droopy eyes (is it me or is it really hard to convey personal body language in words?). She eats it up.
The music gets intense and for a while we've been the only people in the bar sitting. Everyone else is on the dance floor.
I get up to go dance and tap her on the knee to follow. She does.
I dance a bit as does she, and then I grab her gently but firmly to grind with me. She resists, as only a woman should, but I proceed anyway, and she backs up into me.
When I was younger I would've been overeager, but I'm gentle now and warm her up, then I leave her on the floor and head for the washroom.
On my return she asks where I went. I said to take a piss, and she grabs my hands and asks if I washed them. I nod yes, then smile and wipe my hands across her face playfully anyway. I leave and take a seat as I was getting bored of dancing.
She comes to sit down and asks if I want to go outside to the patio to smoke. I dont smoke but can do with the fresh air, plus I'm buzzing and want to socialize.
The patio's closed we go out front, with some of the other girls, and as they smoke I chat up and get chat up by some of the girls. It's too cold out for me so I go back inside (all of this breaking circle i'm doing is to indicate that i'm not following her around, i'm here to amuse myself not bask in her energy as the younger me did). I chill.
Fast forward I head back onto the dancefloor, she follows and in the crowd she grips me from the side in an embrace as that says she can't believe she's with me, as though she lost me and found me again.
I stay amused with the music and the live band but I casually (Casual - word of the night) reciprocate by embracing her with my arm. Then I ease up and go sit down.
I return to the floor again after some time and she makes a lame joke suggesting I applied cocoa butter to my skin while I was away, and how I always smell like cocoa butter. I laugh it off as she's a really silly girl in general ,and caress my face as if to say cocoa butter is the secret to this glorious face, wench, punctuated by a shit eating smile.
I keep dancing. She asks me to go outside with her again and I decline (bitch it's cold outside, I'm dancin), she whines and mentions how it's a song nobody knows and so is the "perfect opportunity" (lol for what?).
I give her my back, preoccupied with the band and she heads out with one of the girls . I head to the front of the live band and dance with the bday girl and her girlfriend for a while.
Throughout the night I couldn't help but notice that at certain moments on the dancefloor, in my peripherals I'd catch Lucy staring at me with those big puppy dog eyes of hers...
She legit looks like a powerpuff girls when she does it.
I return to her and begin grinding on her again. I have my left hand on her shoulder and my right on her hip at the edge of the 'V' that leads down to her puss.
She moves my hand from here so I put it at her side and begin to rub my hand up and down it as I gyrate against her. She moves my hand from her shoulder and I begin caressing her sides with both hands.
Caressing her back as I wind up my waist, I put my hand back at the v and now she puts her hand over my hand as though she likes it. I put my left hand at the 'V' now and feel for her other hand. She puts it there too. We continue for a while and then I let go and dance beside her alone.
I check my watch and realise I need to be leaving. I have the last train to catch. I tell her, and she mumbles something in protest. I say bye to the birthday girl and return to Lucy. She grabs my hand, and awkardly sticks her neck out to kiss me on the cheek. I bid her goodbye and tell her to text me. She says determinedly and wide eyed " no, YOU text me", almost with a look of desperation, to which I simply respond "we'll see", (i'm legitimately busy at the moment, and I've set this frame the whole night).
I make my exit, and tell the girl at the door to have a good night, she's got a warm smile as she tells me to take care.
The next afternoon I text her - " Hey L, it was nice running into you last night. Let's make some time to chill properly before life gets in the way."
Shortly after, she replies, shortly - "I know !!!!. Give me a shout when your around the university mr."
I don't reply, and get on with my day.
In retrospect I think I messed up by not having her invite me home. She only lived across the street, and I'm certain she would've said yes.
If not that I should've at least had her walk me outside, manhandle kissed her, slapped her on the bum and told her "you can go back inside now" (I'm a mischievous devil, after all).
This would've set a blatant frame for our next meet.
My verdict:
All is not lost. My goal is to fuck her and I know I can do that, it's just when to go forward with it. I've been busy this week and also thought hitting her up within a few days of seeing her after not keeping contact for 2 years, seems a little thirsty.
Ideally I should've pushed and fucked her that night, but in light of the next best thing I think I'll pick a day to go downtown, nonchalantly text her that I'm coming into town the night before and, given her schedule's free, we should grab a bite or drink.
From there, I'll get her talking about herself, her day, and ramp up the eye contact, touching and teasing.
Emphasize adventure and troublemaking, and make a push to go back to her place on the pretext that I've never seen it before/watch a movie/ etc. - bedroom - manhandle kiss - escalate - fuck.
What do you guys think? How should I proceed? How should I go about turning this into a fatass lay?
Thanks,
Topcat
