We were having a BBQ with a group of friends over, and despite living an hour away, he was persistent that it wasn't a big deal and that I was totally worth it! When did I want him?? I checked with my hubby and he said, "tell him to come right now!" I was like OMG wow!! So I gave him my address and lo and behold, he texted me he was on his way. I got so excited I was jumping out of my skin! And he actually showed up! I walked out the front door and met him on the driveway and he kissed me on the lips immediately. I had had too much to drink and should've just kept kissing him but stupid me was worried we'd be seen (we had vanilla friends over) so I took him by the hand out to greet everyone. He was so nervous but he said I made him feel so comfortable right away. I pulled up a chair for him next to me. My friends are awesome; everyone just chatted away and drank BUT my tennis partner was insistent--"How is it you two know each other???" She must've pressed that question three times. We both innocently just said how we are both musicians and have mutual friends, etc. She wasn't buying it. I love her to death as a friend but don't trust her with my secret love life so I just kept insisting we had mutual friends, etc. I knew he was nervous and uncomfortable--everyone there was twice his age--but he seemed to just be at ease as everyone was so nice otherwise. He didn't drink anything, and we'd all been drinking for about 8 hours then someone poured me Tito's in my wine glass and that got me drunker quick. BUT not so drunk I wasn't fully aware of all the fun I was about to have with my skinny guy upstairs!
After maybe 15-20 min, I said to him, "Hey, want a tour?" even though I'd given him a tour of the house when he first arrived LOL He loved our music room with all our guitars and equipment. I asked him about his guitars--he said he had 13--one for every year he'd been playing. That was impressive!!!
He was so polite and just the nicest guy I'd met in a long time. He was Mickey but better. I loved his nerdy glasses (and told him so) and this otherwise total metalhead. Skinny black jeans, cut off shirt, gauged ears and full of tats. A ballcap on backwards. His hair was up in some sort of messy thing, but I'd remembered from his profile pic that it was waist-length. I couldn't wait to see it down. And I couldn't wait to see his 9-inch dick up close and personal. He'd send me a pic, it was amazing--him laying down holding it---damn what is it about these little guys with big dicks???? ;)))
We walked upstairs hand-in-hand. I led him to our bedroom and we took all our clothes off. He wasn't the frantic, ripping them off type of guy. He just methodically took everything off, and I did the same. I was pretty drunk and I get very lovey-dovey. He took my face in his hands and kissed me so softly and lusciously, not hard and desperate. Just very loving. He was passionate and every move was soft and sweet. He was so delicious. I can't stop thinking about when he was on top of me and let his hair down. It fell to the side like a beautiful waterfall, tickling my arm and face so seductively. He was so skinny and tiny, not tall like his pic at all. Our bodies fit so perfectly together. Like Mickey, I could put my arm around his waist completely and hold him tight while I was on top fucking him. It was so awesome. We fucked for about 2 hours, and he came inside me. No condom. We discussed it earlier--we are both clean and have been tested.
After he came we laid there naked, talking (about WHAT I have no idea but I know it was deep) and we were really connecting. I had to pee and I was sad and disappointed that he took that as a cue he should leave! I didn't want him to!!!! I said, 'no please stay I just have to go to the bathroom" but he was worried about how late it was getting--he has a young son and needed to pick him up in the morning. Sadly he got dressed them and so did I, and I walked him downstairs and out to the driveway and we kissed and hugged goodbye. I went back in the house, up to our bedroom, and my hubby was laying in bed in Jordan's place, naked with a big hard dick waiting for me. He fucked me so hard, he was so turned on by me and my new boy and came fast. I knew I wouldn't be able to walk the next day. Two big dicks in one night.
He was so cute, he texted me when he got home, and told me, "you have such a loving soul and are easy to talk to." He said something about me having "broken down my walls a bit" and how he "keeps that part of me hidden." So I got the feeling we really did connect and that I would see him again, that maybe, he would become a bigger part of my life.
But I haven't heard from him since. I know, it's only been a day, but I texted him yesterday morning the pic my friend took of us and this simple text, "Thx again for driving over. It was great meeting you. Have a great day with (his son's name)." with a heart smiley face. AND I sent a Snapchat of just me after showering and all looking pretty with a "hi". Nothing. So...this is making me very uneasy. I'm worried I came on too strong. So, here I am again, pulling back and waiting to see what my new guy does. Sigh.
And BTW J. is completely AWOL. Two weeks now, not a peep. I have all but forgotten about him with my new crush Jordan. Time will tell.
Happy Monday everyone!