I arrived at Kayla's house about two in the afternoon. She lived in a medium, suprisingly decent house directly beside some kind of business. The inside was slightly more messy, with the usual stuff you'd expect to see in a place heavy metal freaks live: Xbox, sloppily sitting in the floor surrounded by stacks of games. Scented candles. Cd's scattered liberally across every surface (of which the only artist I recognized was Marilyn Manson and Cradle of Filth). A little small skull, presumably from Hot Topic. Stoner couch. Stoner smoking device sitting on little table beside stoner couch.
She was nice enough when we first started talking and sat down, but it was definitely awkward. Obviously, I have no idea what was going through her head, but I knew what was going on in mine: a nonstop train of panicked, nervous thoughts, musings and observations.
For details sake, it went pretty much like this:
1- "Well, I'm here and her husband still hasn't jumped out of the closet with a hockey mask and a meat cleaver yet. This is a good sign. Or maybe it isn't. Maybe he's going to wait until we start fucking, and then attack out of nowhere."
2- "Shes hot (Ive now uploaded a pic of her at the end of this blog post). I can't believe she actually wants to fuck me. Actually, does she? Maybe shes really toying with me, and just wanted to see if I'd ride three hours plus for the sole purpose of sticking my dick inside her. I mean shit, we both know thats why I'm here. I mean, this could all be an act. Any minute, shes going to tell me I'm a pervert loser freak or some crazy shit, or worse, tell me that on second thought I'm too fucking ugly, or that she has a headache, or both. If I get that headache line, I'm going to blow my fucking brains out. Anything but that."
3- "What if this act turns out the other way around, and there is no husband, its just her but shes some satanist psycho bitch who's gonna get me naked, tie me to the bed on premise of being super freaky, start fucking me, and then right before I get off, will jam her fingers into my eye sockets, and then do all sorts of weird torture shit. Probably sever my dick with a breadknife and eat it. I'm never going to say the phrase "eat my dick again" if I live."
4- "On the bright side, shes still hot. Blah, I'm just paranoid. I need to smoke some weed, I'll be fine".
I break out what I brought, and toss it at her.
"Check it out, some pretty good stuff."
Her- "Cool. Lets smoke some."
We grab the aformentioned smoking device, and five minutes later I am in full realization that smoking weed was the dumbest thing I could do as I'm now completely fried, now with 100 percent more terror and anxiousness. I try to make idle conversation. I do okay, but probably came off retarded because she kept laughing at everything. Or maybe I was funny. Regardless, If anything, I certainly had my doors blown off.
Finally, after more small talk and eventually deciding that listening to music would be a good idea (Marilyn Manson, since some of his stuff was tolerable...'Antichrist Superstar' in case anyone cares which album), its getting later on and I know that her husband gets off work in just roughly two hours. And, even though I've tried to put the topic on the back burner throughout the first bit of my arrival, its pretty much boiling down to now or never. I can tell shes wondering if/when I'll even try anything or bring the subject up. I refuse at first, but then predictably, we hit that silence, where she looks at me with coy eyes and a tiny smile on her face. I return her smile with an unintentional resemblance to a deer in the headlights.
*Note: Before telling the next event, I need to explain something so it makes sense. One of her and her hub's rules was "no sex in the bed". Apparently, a bed is more sacred than their vows, but okay. So going there, the premise was fucking in the backseat of my car. An idea I didn't really like after getting there.*
K: So...lets see your car. I didn't get a good look at it earlier.
Me: Oh sure. Yeah lets do that.
We walk outside to my car, and get in the front seats. Silence again ensues.
K: Well, You wanna fuck me?
Me: Uhh...maybe.
K: Maybe huh? You drove all the way up here didn't you?
Me: Yeah...but...I dunno. Can I just get a blowjob or something? I'm not sure I want to actually have sex.
K: No..I don't want someone elses cum in my mouth besides my husband... (laying hand on my thigh)...but I already told you we can fuck.
*Note: I get a boner from the touch and her cum in mouth phrase. My heart goes in my throat. I can't decide which organ is throbbing harder.*
I now go into excuse mode.
Me: Well, that sucks...I wanna have sex actually, but this car is kinda cramped. And its outside, and to be honest I'm kinda uncomfortable"
*Note: I forgot some of the things said after this, so theres a slight gap, but basically it came down to my trying to get out of it until she comes up with the idea of doing it in the bedroom where theres no bed, and in the floor. Which she should've told me we could do in the first fucking place*
We go into the room. It is mostly empty, except for, I swear to God, a desk/chair combo like the ones used in elementary classes or something. Apparently, I was about to get schooled. I sit in the floor indian style. She shuts the door halfway because I'm of course insecure and nervous, and want the lights off but of course we still have to see somewhat.
She sits down in front of me, and scoots into my face.
I briefly contemplate what to do next, then think "fuck it" and lean forward. We start kissing, sloppily on my part, pretty expert and nimble on her part.
A minute or two later and she takes my hands, and places them on her ribs, and says to "have a little fun". I do, groping her all around like the clueless virgin I am while she splits time kissing me, and continuing to smile this all knowing smile.
K: Want me to get naked?
Me: Yes I do.
She pulls her black dress over her head. She has no panties or bra. BAM, there it is. And I'm in shock.
K: So, take your pants off.
*I strip down to my boxers and T.*
K: Got a condom?
Me: Uhhhhhhhhhhh...no.
*At that moment, I was so scared I was almost relieved when I remembered that I hadnt even thought of that...even though I was clearly told from the start I had to have one*
K: *pause*...I think my husbands got some somewhere.
Sure enough, she finds a pack of condoms (Unopened and untampered with, just so you know).
.........................
Okay look, Im pretty sure everyone knows what happens: I get naked, she puts on my condom for me since I'm again clueless, and we fuck. No need for intricate details, although just for laughs and my own twisted pleasure of mentioning it for God knows what reason, the moment in time it actually set it on me that I was finally getting some ass was when I heard the steady slap of my balls against her. That was fucking awesome.
Picture..
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v492/flamechampion/Pict0327.jpg
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