Monday, July 4, 2016

Another Go Round 1.5

The knock on the door made her jump.  They hadn't seen each other in person in a week and a half, and she wondered how it would feel to see him now.  They had a pretty serious fight, and she had said some really mean (but true) things to him.  She had really lost her temper, and he still kept coming back for more.

He was wearing the t-shirt he'd made for their first play together, a great sign.  Despite herself, she felt the ice in her heart melt towards him, and they stood in the doorway in an embrace for a long time, not speaking.

She sat in the middle of couch and he sat on the end, the indicator they had silently agreed was a good place to start.  They caught each other up on their lives, her online dating and his mis-adventures of the play and a co-worker hitting on him.  "You would have been proud of me.  I told her she was the kind of girl that seemed to want a relationship and not a booty call, and I couldn't be that for her.  She agreed with me.  Still, for a while there it was nice to be pursued."

He did his usual sideways glance, looking at her for an indication of what she was thinking.  As a friend she was proud that he had pushed a girl off after a little kissing, because he didn't need that complication while he was getting over his girlfriend.  As his lover, she was a insulted. Of course, kissing other people was in their rules as okay, so she didn't really have a leg to stand on.  She told him that it was good that he managed to keep it in his pants.

When he saw that she wasn't furious, he looked over with puppy dog eyes and asked if they were okay.  She said that he was there, but they were still a little shaky.  Things needed to be talked about, mended.  By telling her the story of how he resisted he was trying...he was doing the thing she asked, trying to change and open up to her.  She guessed that was progress, however slow.

"Hug it out?" He asked, opening his arms.  She snuggled into him and they sat for awhile, cheek to cheek, laughing about things, making jokes, generally being flirty.  There were kisses on the cheek, nose nuzzling...and she decided to go in for a kiss.

"Oh hi there!" He responded.  "Didn't you say you liked to be pursued?" She asked, a little pissed off that this was the second time he had rebuffed her when he had given her a clear go ahead.  "Can't I be bold, are we not past that damn point alreaday?" He replied "I might like you being bold...for tonight."

They started kissing and she was soft, polite.  He pulled back for just a moment, looked into her eyes for that unspoken permission, then it was him that took over the boldness.  It became clear he was still a little angry with her, and though it couldn't be considered hate sex, it was "I'm seriously irritated with you" sex.  He wrapped his hand around her throat while kissing her, but put very little pressure into it.  The danger was arousing, the action not so much.

He was aggressive, and a couple of times she had to ask him to stop the action he was performing because it began to hurt.  He was used to girls twice her height, and she told him he needed to scale back accordingly.  The arguing continued as he stopped her to ask if she liked giving blow jobs, she told him to shut up and enjoy it and all questions could be answered at the end.

They went back to making out a little, but the blow job conversation got into her head and she stopped to ask "Are you sure you want to do this?"  He looked down and gestured "He's ready to do this!"  She shook her head and said "I know he's ready....but is HE ready?"  She tapped his temple, indicating his brain.

"He'll get there." She looked into his eyes, waiting for him to realize his actions and run like a frightened animal.  His eyes stayed locked into hers, and he nodded his head slightly, indicating that he was okay.

They went back and forth on if they should use the free condoms or the ones she had bought.  She gave him crap that he was locked into having sex 12 times if they opened up the package.  He left it up to her, and she chose the free condom.  She would never get up the nerve to return that box of condoms anyway, but she'd be damned if she gave him the satisfaction of "committing" to her even that much.

He came after only a couple of minutes.  He made the excuse that it had been too long...she couldn't decide if she should feel good that she was so hot he came right away, or insulted that he kept coming right away.  The night ended without an orgasm for her, and she was left wanting more.

As she always would when it came to him.