Story Title: Weird Fun
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My sweetheart was an outgoing person – that was partly what drew me closer to her. Yet, she consistently shocked me in the room – even following a half year together, she thought of ideas that constantly confounded me. Similarly as I suspected, I realized her alright to know her cutoff points, she would crash through them.
“Tom, would you be stunned in the event that one of my friends engaged in sexual relations with you?” my better half asked me.
Well that pretty much knocked my socks off.
It was provocative, I assume, not truly having the option to figure her best course of action, yet it frequently meddled with my psyche.
I guess I should give you a little setting. I met my sweetheart at University – I go to a fairly well-known English University, and she’s here as a foreign student. For sake of a label, her name is Candice, and she’s American, from New York. She’s actually quite short – I’m six two and she’s only about five two – but breathtakingly pretty with long blonde hair and really nice blue eyes.
I met her shortly after we started – I knew her in our group of friends living in this one apartment block – and she flirted with me outrageously before a friend tipped me off that she was after me. I was just being English, I suppose, hopelessly poor at picking up the signs – I didn’t have a clue she was after me.
Anyhow, hearing this rumor, I spent a little more time around her in social situations, and we ended up one night back at her place, fairly drunk. I casually complained that my back was aching slightly – I’d been playing soccer that afternoon – and she offered me a backrub.
I took off my shirt and sat on the floor in front of her. There was some TV show on at the time – I forget which, but it might have been Frasier – and I remember really not concentrating on it as she massaged my back. Her touch was electric, and her perfume had me hooked. Every now and then she would squeeze the muscles in my shoulders, and her face would come close to one or other of my ears. I heard her soft breathing, and a slight tremble in it, as though she was nervous. It certainly wasn’t cold in there, so that was all it could be. For me, that confirmed what my friend had suggested – she was interested in me.
I spent a while just trying to think what to say to her. Naturally, I’m a very shy person – it’s in my genes, really. After a long while, my backrub came to an end. It was the nicest I’d ever had. I felt defeated, because I didn’t know what to say, and I made my apologies and said I had to go.
She stood in her doorway and said, “Aren’t you gonna thank me?”
She was standing slightly indignantly, with her hands on her hips. I realized that I hadn’t thanked her for an unusually long backrub – I’d been in a daze ever since she first touched me.
I don’t know what came over me – I saw her standing there, looking at me with those wonderful blue eyes – I felt a little shock at having forgotten my manners, I didn’t want her to think I was an animal – but completely against my own nature, I didn’t say a thing, just walked over to her and kissed her, full on the lips, running my fingers through her silky hair, reveling in the soft but exhilaratingly warm contact between our mouths and the intoxicating aroma of her perfume.
After a while, we broke apart. I looked at her and it was all a little much for me – my head was spinning. I apologized and told her I’d see her tomorrow. As I left, she was completely dumbfounded, staring after me in a daze of her own. It had been quite a kiss. The natural chemistry that occurred between us was something I’d never experienced before.
The next day I felt weird. I knew instantly as soon as I woke up that I had made a serious mistake walking away from her like that. What if she thought I didn’t like her after that kiss? The reality was that before that kiss I had thought she was really good-looking, but perhaps a little out of my league – then after the kiss I was besotted. I spent all day in lectures thinking about that moment, regretting my early exit.