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There are some nights where, for whatever reason, a sense of purpose comes over you, and you find yourself going after the things you want against the smallest of both internal and external resistances. It is as if you are in a dream, and it is only when you "wake" a period of time after that you return to how you were and question how such a night felt so easy and why on Earth such nights can't happen more often. And yet there is nothing more real than the dream.
I met Kristine at my country club pool bar. I had seen her before, but never really acknowledged her until I sat at the bar and had her serve me. I caught her looking at me as I sat down, and quickly look away blushing. It was pretty subtle, but thankfully I caught it. A sense of excitement came over me, and I carefully started checking her out. Exactly my type. Long, flowing dark brown hair, striking eyes, adorable smile, nubile body. I later found out she has the same exact ethnic heritage as the girl I was obsessed with that led me to discover GC, except where that girl had Irish blood, Kristine has Italian.
I open her by asking how old she is, and my tone is implying she isn't old enough to be behind the bar. I get her laughing, and she admits she is 22, a year and a half older than me lmao. I keep talking to her, but play it cool as she is running around doing work. There is this 40 something guy who apparently is one of her regulars, and he keeps trying his hardest to talk to her. I bide my time, say far more interesting stuff when she comes by, and at one point finish the guy's sentence for him and steal the conversation away, which Kristine later told me she was glad I did haha... Anyway I knew she liked me; I could see it in her eyes. So I finished my meal, waited for Kristine's manager to be distracted and the regular to not be looking, and asked if she was single and that we should hang out sometime. She says she is and punches her number in, telling me she doesn't know if she's allowed to do this. I tell her she can just say she's looking at my cat, then I laugh at the thought of me having a cat. I can just imagine the damn thing clawing at the water bowl while I stare off in the distance all day (LMK if you got the reference
So I text her that night, she gives an enthusiastic reply, and the next day we start talking. Right away I'm framing her as a seductress, and not telling her about myself:
We set it up, but it was like 5 days later cuz we were both busy, and she ends up cancelling. I play it cool, and the next day she texts me at night asking when I head back to college and that she knows nothing about me. I tell her when, and keep playfully holding back other information saying shit like "It's good for intrigue" which she gobbles up.
We reschedule, and this time I keep texting her after over the next two days, just being playful and chase framing her to great effect. At one point she complains why we couldn't have met sooner. I eventually start interpreting stuff she says as sexual, which is a big hit, and keep teasing her. That night things get sexual:
...At which point she starts sending me dirty pics, telling me that she wants me to know what I'll have waiting for me when i'm back in town.
This was the moment in my mind where I started to lose my cool. You see, I really liked this girl so far, and she reminds me SO MUCH of that girl I lost back in HS, and here she is basically telling me she is sold on me. But we'll get back to that.
We keep sexting, and the next day we are being super flirty all day long. Our date is set for Saturday, and it is Thursday, but things are soooo hot. I see her at the CC when I go to workout, and we have this great vibe going. And that night as I'm in bed texting her I got an idea...
I'm staying at my dad's over the summer. He is super strict, despises the concept of sex before marriage, and would disown me if he ever caught me again doing what I do. He was upstairs in his room, awake talking with the latest of his misfires with women. But the fan was on... which I tell Kristine after maneuvering the convo to how both of our parents are strict. It goes like this:
I tease her a bit more, then she tells me she is tired so if she makes the drive i better make it worth it. I tell her I owe her for ln (forgot to mention this. The night before, thinking id see her that weekend, I came 4 times in one hour thinking about the pics she had sent me, which I insinuated to her the next day, Thursday. Yeah, I was super horny, and the next day pretty depleted. But when the iron is hot, its hot...) and that she has to promise to be quiet. I then send her my address.
I crawl around the house, quiet as a whisper, and get some cologne and condoms before going out a basement window to wait for her outside. When she arrives 5 mins later, I show her where to park where my dad won't possibly see. Already there is a level of intimacy between us that is special... I spontaneous kiss her midsentence and then lead her to the window, where I go first and then gallantly help her down, all while touching her as much as possible hahaha... such a gentleman.
I pick her up and carry her to an adjacent room with couches that's on the other side of the house from my dad's bedroom. I'm kissing her like there's no tomorrow, just totally elated at the feel of her in my arms. I give her lots of foreplay, and there's lots of talking and callbacks to jokes made in our texts and giggling by both of us. I'm just bewildered at my fortune. Already I feel like I'm in love with this girl. Get her bra off with one hand, bite at her neck, smother her jawbone, stroke her long brown hair, breathe in her ear, nibble at her tit, finger her pussy, then eat her out, and kiss her like there's no tomorrow all the times between. She blows me, and for the first time since i think high school I grab her and 69 with her. I then take her to the ground, spread a blanket out, don't bother with the condoms, and fuck her tight pussy. I'm unable to cum though, probably due to the previous night, so after I exhaust myself I hold her and we talk.
Once I get hard again, we switch positions and I make her cum hard twice. She is all doe eyed and holding me and all my walls are just falling down. I still can't cum, and this time we talk longer and she finally starts getting some info out of me between kisses. I take her again, and she is begging me to cum in her, and I want nothing more in the world. I make her cum really hard, and it almost triggers me, but not enough. Once again we hold and kiss each other, and it is getting late, almost three. But I am determined, and give her everything I have, and I feel her cum again and this time nothing can hold me back as I explode in her. If there was ever a moment to be trapped in for all eternity...
...
We cool off and after more kissing and holding I help her out and back to her car. I give her the most passionate kiss goodbye, promise to text her, and off she goes. She texts me when she gets home. That night I can't sleep, tired as I am. My mind is racing with memories and desires and promises.
The next day I can't stop smiling. And yet insecurity creeps in, and all of the sudden I'm afraid of chasing her and making sure everything is perfect and if I'm just a rebound. The night before she had told me that she had just broke it off with this guy she had been all but living with, and I suspected this had something to do with how receptive she had been. I love sex, don't get me wrong, but to me the ultimate victory is to completely win a girl's heart. It is my greatest motivation, and my greatest weakness. I don't drink, smoke (ever), use tobacco (ever), don't do anything people might consider a vice. I don't even drink coffee. I'm not a glutton, no longer watch porn, have cut back heavily on gaming. Women have always and may forever be my one weakness. With most girls, I'm fine, but when I meet someone like Kristine I can't settle for anything short of adoration and it mucks it up 9 times out of 10.
So, I've been doing my best to keep my cool and not chase, but something feels different. I'm using more effort than is needed, forgetting to be a challenge at times, and my lack of abundance of girls of Kristine's quality is starkly clear to me. She is my favorite type of girl. I saw her at the club on Friday while working out, and things were good, but Saturday the night of our first date she ended up stuck at work past midnight and by that time I had already gone to sleep depressed that she didn't get off earlier.
So it's been an experience. Lots of feelings I remember all too well from the girl who broke my heart have resurfaced. This is the first time I've allowed myself to text a girl pre-sex as much as I did. She is leaving on a trip Thursday, and gets back this Sunday. I leave the next Saturday. I want to cement the conversion, but things aren't as certain as they should be. Ugh... I made her cum 5 times the night I saw her, my attainability was plenty, and this is Ambiance we're talking about. It baffles me that she's not breaking my door down in her fervor to see me again. Such neediness...
Hope you all enjoyed. Comments as always are much welcomed.
I met Kristine at my country club pool bar. I had seen her before, but never really acknowledged her until I sat at the bar and had her serve me. I caught her looking at me as I sat down, and quickly look away blushing. It was pretty subtle, but thankfully I caught it. A sense of excitement came over me, and I carefully started checking her out. Exactly my type. Long, flowing dark brown hair, striking eyes, adorable smile, nubile body. I later found out she has the same exact ethnic heritage as the girl I was obsessed with that led me to discover GC, except where that girl had Irish blood, Kristine has Italian.
I open her by asking how old she is, and my tone is implying she isn't old enough to be behind the bar. I get her laughing, and she admits she is 22, a year and a half older than me lmao. I keep talking to her, but play it cool as she is running around doing work. There is this 40 something guy who apparently is one of her regulars, and he keeps trying his hardest to talk to her. I bide my time, say far more interesting stuff when she comes by, and at one point finish the guy's sentence for him and steal the conversation away, which Kristine later told me she was glad I did haha... Anyway I knew she liked me; I could see it in her eyes. So I finished my meal, waited for Kristine's manager to be distracted and the regular to not be looking, and asked if she was single and that we should hang out sometime. She says she is and punches her number in, telling me she doesn't know if she's allowed to do this. I tell her she can just say she's looking at my cat, then I laugh at the thought of me having a cat. I can just imagine the damn thing clawing at the water bowl while I stare off in the distance all day (LMK if you got the reference
So I text her that night, she gives an enthusiastic reply, and the next day we start talking. Right away I'm framing her as a seductress, and not telling her about myself:
A: To be fair your regular couldnt get enough of ur attention ln
K: eh sometimes i try to avoid him because he can have a conversation forever
A: really? See i thought you'd be the type to tease him and his wallet silly
A:guess you're more innocent than i thought
K: haha maybe if it was another member;P so tell me about yourself?
A: haha how about we grab food sometime and i'll tell u whatever u want to know
A: and vice versa
We set it up, but it was like 5 days later cuz we were both busy, and she ends up cancelling. I play it cool, and the next day she texts me at night asking when I head back to college and that she knows nothing about me. I tell her when, and keep playfully holding back other information saying shit like "It's good for intrigue
" which she gobbles up. We reschedule, and this time I keep texting her after over the next two days, just being playful and chase framing her to great effect. At one point she complains why we couldn't have met sooner. I eventually start interpreting stuff she says as sexual, which is a big hit, and keep teasing her. That night things get sexual:
A: not a fun feeling
A: being wide awake at night with nothing to do...
K: i mean there's always something
A: such as...
K: i cant tell you because you might be underaged
A: prob for the best, you and i would get into trouble
A: you know I came back to CO to get away from girls like you...
K: Girls like me? Whats that supposed to mean?
A: dont play coy
A: i see through your attempts to seduce me
...At which point she starts sending me dirty pics, telling me that she wants me to know what I'll have waiting for me when i'm back in town.
This was the moment in my mind where I started to lose my cool. You see, I really liked this girl so far, and she reminds me SO MUCH of that girl I lost back in HS, and here she is basically telling me she is sold on me. But we'll get back to that.
We keep sexting, and the next day we are being super flirty all day long. Our date is set for Saturday, and it is Thursday, but things are soooo hot. I see her at the CC when I go to workout, and we have this great vibe going. And that night as I'm in bed texting her I got an idea...
I'm staying at my dad's over the summer. He is super strict, despises the concept of sex before marriage, and would disown me if he ever caught me again doing what I do. He was upstairs in his room, awake talking with the latest of his misfires with women. But the fan was on... which I tell Kristine after maneuvering the convo to how both of our parents are strict. It goes like this:
A: but... it's a big house and he goes to bed early with the attic fan on
K: oh really now?
A: not to mention he's a heavy sleeper
K: Is that so?
A: yeah in fact he's prob asleep rn...
K: what're you trying to tell me rn?
A: i think you know
A: jic you cant bear to wait
K: oh so we're doing more than dinner on Sat huh?
I tease her a bit more, then she tells me she is tired so if she makes the drive i better make it worth it. I tell her I owe her for ln (forgot to mention this. The night before, thinking id see her that weekend, I came 4 times in one hour thinking about the pics she had sent me, which I insinuated to her the next day, Thursday. Yeah, I was super horny, and the next day pretty depleted. But when the iron is hot, its hot...) and that she has to promise to be quiet. I then send her my address.
I crawl around the house, quiet as a whisper, and get some cologne and condoms before going out a basement window to wait for her outside. When she arrives 5 mins later, I show her where to park where my dad won't possibly see. Already there is a level of intimacy between us that is special... I spontaneous kiss her midsentence and then lead her to the window, where I go first and then gallantly help her down, all while touching her as much as possible hahaha... such a gentleman.
I pick her up and carry her to an adjacent room with couches that's on the other side of the house from my dad's bedroom. I'm kissing her like there's no tomorrow, just totally elated at the feel of her in my arms. I give her lots of foreplay, and there's lots of talking and callbacks to jokes made in our texts and giggling by both of us. I'm just bewildered at my fortune. Already I feel like I'm in love with this girl. Get her bra off with one hand, bite at her neck, smother her jawbone, stroke her long brown hair, breathe in her ear, nibble at her tit, finger her pussy, then eat her out, and kiss her like there's no tomorrow all the times between. She blows me, and for the first time since i think high school I grab her and 69 with her. I then take her to the ground, spread a blanket out, don't bother with the condoms, and fuck her tight pussy. I'm unable to cum though, probably due to the previous night, so after I exhaust myself I hold her and we talk.
Once I get hard again, we switch positions and I make her cum hard twice. She is all doe eyed and holding me and all my walls are just falling down. I still can't cum, and this time we talk longer and she finally starts getting some info out of me between kisses. I take her again, and she is begging me to cum in her, and I want nothing more in the world. I make her cum really hard, and it almost triggers me, but not enough. Once again we hold and kiss each other, and it is getting late, almost three. But I am determined, and give her everything I have, and I feel her cum again and this time nothing can hold me back as I explode in her. If there was ever a moment to be trapped in for all eternity...
...
We cool off and after more kissing and holding I help her out and back to her car. I give her the most passionate kiss goodbye, promise to text her, and off she goes. She texts me when she gets home. That night I can't sleep, tired as I am. My mind is racing with memories and desires and promises.
The next day I can't stop smiling. And yet insecurity creeps in, and all of the sudden I'm afraid of chasing her and making sure everything is perfect and if I'm just a rebound. The night before she had told me that she had just broke it off with this guy she had been all but living with, and I suspected this had something to do with how receptive she had been. I love sex, don't get me wrong, but to me the ultimate victory is to completely win a girl's heart. It is my greatest motivation, and my greatest weakness. I don't drink, smoke (ever), use tobacco (ever), don't do anything people might consider a vice. I don't even drink coffee. I'm not a glutton, no longer watch porn, have cut back heavily on gaming. Women have always and may forever be my one weakness. With most girls, I'm fine, but when I meet someone like Kristine I can't settle for anything short of adoration and it mucks it up 9 times out of 10.
So, I've been doing my best to keep my cool and not chase, but something feels different. I'm using more effort than is needed, forgetting to be a challenge at times, and my lack of abundance of girls of Kristine's quality is starkly clear to me. She is my favorite type of girl. I saw her at the club on Friday while working out, and things were good, but Saturday the night of our first date she ended up stuck at work past midnight and by that time I had already gone to sleep depressed that she didn't get off earlier.
So it's been an experience. Lots of feelings I remember all too well from the girl who broke my heart have resurfaced. This is the first time I've allowed myself to text a girl pre-sex as much as I did. She is leaving on a trip Thursday, and gets back this Sunday. I leave the next Saturday. I want to cement the conversion, but things aren't as certain as they should be. Ugh... I made her cum 5 times the night I saw her, my attainability was plenty, and this is Ambiance we're talking about. It baffles me that she's not breaking my door down in her fervor to see me again. Such neediness...
Hope you all enjoyed. Comments as always are much welcomed.
