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Saturday, September 03, 2005

A night with Coffee Boy

Well, dinner with coffee boy. He actually cooked, which I was mildly surprised about. He'd gone all out so we had breadsticks and a fancy lemon risotto with salmon and chocolate truffles for dessert. Normally, boys tell me they'll cook dinner, then they spend all night eating me out.

Anyway, it was quite freaking me out, like I said before. He seemed quite a bit too interested in me, in that serious sort of way. He kept telling me how beautiful my hair looked, how much my dress suited me, how my eyes look so bright which made me laugh, but probably for the wrong reasons. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice.

We took our cappuccinos with extra foam to the living room and as I settled myself into the sofa cushions, I heard him saying, "I can't wait for my friends to meet you. I've been telling them how great you are." (This is after one coffee and a sweaty dance at Velvet - I thought he was all shy!!!!).

I took this cue to jump in and break his heart. My usual spiel about how he was great, I just wasn't looking for a relationship right now etc etc and even "came out honest" by saying I just wanted to have fun at the moment. What can I say, I can't help being brutally truthful. It hasn't got me into trouble so far.

He went all quiet again, like he was thinking. Then said, "Well, can I kiss you again at least?"

And I'm never a girl to give up a kiss.

It was like high school again - we spent half an hour just making out on the sofa, his hands trying to touch my breasts, but almost too shy (adorable, don't you think).

"Can we..... I mean, I haven't had..... in like three years." He was even shy about fucking.

"I don't think that's a good idea, do you? Is it going to mess your head?" I asked, feeling strangely well-behaved and moral for a change.

"Just tonight?"

Well ok, three years was a bit long. The horrified pity in me couldn't bear not to. The sex was quiet too so I had to take control: undressing him, undressing me, going down on him in a way that shocked him (his ex had never!) and finally sitting atop him, facing him and riding him while he held hands on my hips to push me down harder.

Afterwards, as I smoked all over his smoke-free, dust-free apartment he asked me, a bit more confident now, if we could just keep doing that, even if we didn't ever date each other. I was surprised - he seemed so unlike a fuck buddy - and I didn't want him getting all loved-up on me again.

"That's a sudden change in plan isn't it?" I grinned.

"Yah. Well.... that was pretty amazing."

"Well thank you. You're cute, and I'm all for it but maybe you should think a bit more. Don't get your knickers too much in a twist. Sex is just sex for me, I don't want things to get weird for you." Oh god. It's so not like me to turn down sex with cautious advice.

"Um..." A long pause, as I gathered my things. Then "I'll call you, can?" after I kissed him on the lips and made for the door.

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