The stunner at the party
Expecting nothing but a common family get-together for my friend’s anniversary, wonder who this attractive blonde with the big naturals might be. To convey appreciation, intentionally place myself right next to her for the group shot.
My friend’s mother later introduces her as her friend’s daughter: Isn’t she beautiful?
"[factually] Absolutely." Looks like late-twenties, is actually in early thirties. Tell myself to move fast. Turns out her father never bothered to get to know her.
Her mother, sixty-something, soon tries to switch to a sexual topic with me. Deflect smoothly, but seems rather unstable character-wise and would later seek revenge for me not being interested.
Though women with problematic father-relationships often turn out being particularly attracted, feel I’m being uninteresting. Despite deep diving, our conversations often fade quickly with no apparent way to start another. Also there’s my friend’s brother with his cocky humor and entertaining remarks that get everybody laughing - or rolling their eyes. Keep thinking that I don’t really fit into this environment, considering my differing lifestyle.
At a short break to the toilet, decide I have to
. Back inside, resort to a technique that helped before: Tell her what I like - something about the party, about the moment - anything to get into yet another conversation. (Jesse Charger’s hack for when one runs out of things to say)
Then back to deep diving: Ask about how she ended up in her first job (at a sex shop!). Mentions the rather basic education she went through.
Finally a big surprise: Tells me she’s worried I might think low of her for not having much to offer. Reassure that I thoroughly enjoy her company.
Later explains how good she feels around me, for being so genuinely interested and how she’s not at all used to experiencing this. We end up holding hands, or holding her in my arms … for extending periods until it becomes our default.
Tells me that every
woman at this party would devour me if I let them. To prove her point she directs herself at the blonde angel to my right, the cocky brothers girlfriend, asking her if she’d do me. Her remark and smile are sure confirmations. I realize that that girl having had her hand slightly touching my butt all along probably hadn’t been as incidental of a touch as I had assumed.
Girl’s mum gets more frustrated and drunk, enters into drama, wants to separate us, reminds the girl of her boyfriend and how much he likes her, that she shouldn’t commit the same errors she had committed herself and the like. She is becoming aggressive. Luckily the entirety of party guests recognizes her as the problem. It’s really just jealously, not true care for her daughter. Tries to tool me with a question. Deflect by saying that I really am not in the position to interfere in anything between her and her daughter. Girl whispers her appreciation for how well I managed that attempt.
As for the boyfriend, she had already told me of his existence. I had asked her plans for the next day and she had to mention him: Well, it’s not that I’m alone …
Knew this was nothing to worry about by how long she tried to keep the fact to herself and her tonality when bringing it up.
Mum falls of the bank. People insist on getting her a cab. She insists on not leaving without her daughter. The girl had agreed to spend the night with me, but I finally figured it better to have her accompany her mother. If nothing else, it would prevent collecting justifications for her hate.
Late at night, everybody’s gone. The mother is around the corner, waiting for her ride. I’m here with the girl and we end up kissing. Her lush tongue feels so juicy and she’s not afraid to shove it into my mouth so I can suck on it. She’s a turn-on, head to toes, and it’s not long before I have her boobs exposed, sitting on top of her bra.
Don’t want to fuck her right there. Better to give her time to consider instead of having her wake up with sore feelings of regret. Invite her to visit me another day.
She makes the effort to free an hour and a half, which we spend taking sun and cuddling at the lake.
Again, she probably had come over with different intentions and back at my house she wants to enter inside instead of taking her car to leave right away, but I don’t feel it’s right at this moment either.
Besides reacting to a status of hers, we don’t keep contact, but months later, at Christmas, she would be the only girl sending me warm greetings.
- It was my friends party, and some moment I even pointed out to him how I felt a bit bad for spending so much time with her instead of being talking to him, but I had decided to put myself first more often. Luckily he didn’t seem too bothered anyway.
- At some point, this will continue.