Last Night's 3rd Date With "Red", & A Little Selfishness Maybe?
It took me 4 days or so to convince red that I had NO intention of trying to get my friend have a 3-way with her and her cousin. We’d chat on the phone and she’d be cool, but would become distant when I’d try to lock down plans. After bringing up the 3-way thing 4 or 5 times she finally caved. I picked her up last night and we went to dinner. She wasn’t as bubbly and vibrant as she had been our last 2 dates. I knew it was the 3-way thing and inside I became a little annoyed. Like—we’ve had 5 conversations about this shit, GET OVER IT ALREADY.
After each having 2 glasses of wine, her distrust and my impatience quickly transformed into the great time we had the last time we saw each other. She told me that she’d been married before, in her later teens and what a terrible mistake it was. She said, “I married this alcoholic asshole. I was young. I don’t think I’ll ever get married again, I just don’t see the point in it”. Hearing that was a little disheartening. It’s not she’s the one, but right then I told myself—this probably won’t work in the long run. Kind of like, if you wanted kids and your date said, “I don’t ever want children”, it would probably be a deal breaker.
After dinner she invited be back to her place. On the way in she gave me the ol, “My place is a little messy”,—I know, I know. She lived in what seemed to be a converted garage, in the back of a little house in Santa Monica. We walked in and she turned on the light –
Holy-Fucking-Filth-Batman!
Her place was DIR-TY! Clothes were everywhere, and I mean everywhere. Dirty dishes and cups were piled sky high in the sink and all over the countertops. Every flat surface was completely covered with papers, mail and make up. I had to pee so I asked her to use the bathroom and almost gagged when I walked in. The inside of the toilet was brown and hair covered the toilet seat and sink. The mirror had what seemed like months of toothpaste splat on it, and there was NO soap. God it was gross. I was a little confused, like—does she think her place is presentable? I dunno, maybe it’s me. I just cannot stand a dirty place. I’m way too metrosexual for that shit.
I was disgusted. She offered me a drink and I almost said no because I was afraid to use drink out of one of her cups. An hour later we were totally cuddled up on her couch and a little buzzed. I went in for the kiss and it was on. Within 5 minutes I had her totally naked and went down on her. My knees were on the floor and I was totally bent over and uncomfortable. She was completely shaved, and her body was really amazing. There was something about her big red hair and pasty pale skin that was such a turn on!
I was really into it and couldn’t wait to fuck her! After 5 minutes I leaned up and we began kissing. I asked her if she wanted to have sex and she said she’d rather hold off, which was totally cool with me. I’m not the pressuring type. I stood up so my crotch was level with her face as if to say—ok, well since I did you could you do me please? She didn’t take the bait and pulled me down onto the couch instead. She was totally naked, and I was totally dressed. She didn’t trying to take off my shirt or pants or make any serious moves. I was kind of like, wtf?
We kissed for a few more minutes and then just kind of stopped. I was kind of annoyed. I ate her out and she didn’t do a damn thing back. Why’d she even let me go there then? I thought of it as a little selfish. I didn’t need to fuck her or anything, but like, if you’re going to get totally naked and let me eat you out at least do something in return. Touch my pee-pee or something, make me feel like you appreciate the fact that I took you to a $65.00 dinner and then ate you out.
We cuddled (her still naked and me still dressed) and she fell asleep on my shoulder within 10 minutes. I slithered out from under her, grabbed my keys and locked the door on the way out. Not sure what to do next with her, or if I should do anything at all… ?
3 months ago
