another full glass.
I nodded. “But I'm changed now mate,
you know that.”
“ I
know, I've watched you morph, it's been painful.” He laughed again.
“ Hey
fuck you. I can talk to women. They just need to be interesting. I
dunno, maybe you enjoy dating old Ditsy Daisy with a PhD in make up
but I'm looking for something a bit more than that.”
“ You
old woman you. You sound like a fucking chick.”
Shit,
I kinda do. “Whatever
mate. I'm just looking for a girl with a bit more up top, not just
between her legs.”
“ Yeah
well, we'll see how long all this lasts. I see a return to form in no
time bro.”
“ Think
what you like mate. Don't forget you were the one who told me to
start dating girls properly in the first place.”
“ Come
on bro, I'm kidding. Seriously, good for you – you've finally found
someone to cuddle up to during those long lonely nights.”
“ Watch
your fucking tongue.” My tone was suddenly serious.
“ Whoa
whoa, easy. Seriously, I'm just kidding.”
I laughed in his face, my scowl
breaking down. “Had you for a minute huh! Pussy.”
“ Hey
fuck you.” He walked off to grab another bottle. “Well, all I can
say is good luck with it all. You've had it easy so far. When you
actually get to know a chick, you realize how fucking crazy they
are.”
“ I'll
take my chances.”
The truth was I had literally no idea
what I was doing. I'd never dated a girl, never actually spent any
time with a girl I liked. It was totally foreign territory, and I had
no idea how to navigate it. Emily though, she was cool. We'd been
getting along well, I enjoyed her company. We went for dinner as she
said and I made an effort, booking us into a decent place in town,
even wearing a shirt. She chuckled at the sight of it, but I think
she appreciated it all.
“ I
dunno, guys wear shirts on dates right?” I'd said to her when she'd
well, kinda laughed in my face.
“ Some
guys do, sure. Not everyone though. I think maybe you should be part
of the latter.” She was only being playful, and was right, it
didn't really suit my look. “I think you look great wearing what
makes you comfortable. Like the other day in the park.”
Sure, I'll just wear ripped jeans and a
black vest to a restaurant.
She
was so much more proper than me, I just found it odd that she liked
me, that she liked what I wore. Her mom was a therapist she told me,
and earned a fair amount of money. She was at college, studying
marketing or something. To think, me at dinner with a clever,
wealthy, college girl. Fucking
crazy.
By the time I'd told Brad it was late
August, and we'd been seeing a lot more of each other. I didn't know
when to make the move, when to swap into my natural role. She must
have thought I was nervous or something, shy to kiss her. In the end
it was her who had to make the move, moving in to kiss me after our
third date. I felt like a total pussy, having this innocent little
college girl make the first move.
By the forth date I learned that she
wasn't that innocent after all. I guess there was a reason she liked
guys like me. We weren't exactly the shy and retiring type, and she
knew it. She'd told me her mom was away with her new partner for the
weekend so I went round hers. She had a massive country house, way
too big for just two people. After going there I never wanted to take
her to my flat, it was a real piece of shit by comparison.
She
was much kinkier than I thought she'd be, disappearing as we watched
a movie and then walking back out a few minutes later in some sexy
lingerie. I felt a switch go in my head when I saw her, turning my
primal urges back on. Hell
yes, this is my territory now.
I had some of the best sex of my life
that night. I think it helped that I actually liked her as well, it
made everything more intense. From that point on it was all go, red
lights everywhere. Back of the cinema, check. Club toilets, sure.
Hell, we even got it on in a quiet section of her college library.
There
I nodded. “But I'm changed now mate,
you know that.”
“ I
know, I've watched you morph, it's been painful.” He laughed again.
“ Hey
fuck you. I can talk to women. They just need to be interesting. I
dunno, maybe you enjoy dating old Ditsy Daisy with a PhD in make up
but I'm looking for something a bit more than that.”
“ You
old woman you. You sound like a fucking chick.”
Shit,
I kinda do. “Whatever
mate. I'm just looking for a girl with a bit more up top, not just
between her legs.”
“ Yeah
well, we'll see how long all this lasts. I see a return to form in no
time bro.”
“ Think
what you like mate. Don't forget you were the one who told me to
start dating girls properly in the first place.”
“ Come
on bro, I'm kidding. Seriously, good for you – you've finally found
someone to cuddle up to during those long lonely nights.”
“ Watch
your fucking tongue.” My tone was suddenly serious.
“ Whoa
whoa, easy. Seriously, I'm just kidding.”
I laughed in his face, my scowl
breaking down. “Had you for a minute huh! Pussy.”
“ Hey
fuck you.” He walked off to grab another bottle. “Well, all I can
say is good luck with it all. You've had it easy so far. When you
actually get to know a chick, you realize how fucking crazy they
are.”
“ I'll
take my chances.”
The truth was I had literally no idea
what I was doing. I'd never dated a girl, never actually spent any
time with a girl I liked. It was totally foreign territory, and I had
no idea how to navigate it. Emily though, she was cool. We'd been
getting along well, I enjoyed her company. We went for dinner as she
said and I made an effort, booking us into a decent place in town,
even wearing a shirt. She chuckled at the sight of it, but I think
she appreciated it all.
“ I
dunno, guys wear shirts on dates right?” I'd said to her when she'd
well, kinda laughed in my face.
“ Some
guys do, sure. Not everyone though. I think maybe you should be part
of the latter.” She was only being playful, and was right, it
didn't really suit my look. “I think you look great wearing what
makes you comfortable. Like the other day in the park.”
Sure, I'll just wear ripped jeans and a
black vest to a restaurant.
She
was so much more proper than me, I just found it odd that she liked
me, that she liked what I wore. Her mom was a therapist she told me,
and earned a fair amount of money. She was at college, studying
marketing or something. To think, me at dinner with a clever,
wealthy, college girl. Fucking
crazy.
By the time I'd told Brad it was late
August, and we'd been seeing a lot more of each other. I didn't know
when to make the move, when to swap into my natural role. She must
have thought I was nervous or something, shy to kiss her. In the end
it was her who had to make the move, moving in to kiss me after our
third date. I felt like a total pussy, having this innocent little
college girl make the first move.
By the forth date I learned that she
wasn't that innocent after all. I guess there was a reason she liked
guys like me. We weren't exactly the shy and retiring type, and she
knew it. She'd told me her mom was away with her new partner for the
weekend so I went round hers. She had a massive country house, way
too big for just two people. After going there I never wanted to take
her to my flat, it was a real piece of shit by comparison.
She
was much kinkier than I thought she'd be, disappearing as we watched
a movie and then walking back out a few minutes later in some sexy
lingerie. I felt a switch go in my head when I saw her, turning my
primal urges back on. Hell
yes, this is my territory now.
I had some of the best sex of my life
that night. I think it helped that I actually liked her as well, it
made everything more intense. From that point on it was all go, red
lights everywhere. Back of the cinema, check. Club toilets, sure.
Hell, we even got it on in a quiet section of her college library.
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