I was giggly as a school-girl and on cloud 9. I hope he calls! He called, about a week or so later, like he said he would. Once he went back to take care of that court thing. He called on a Sunday, asked if I wanted to go out that night. I was hung over from the night before and had to work the next morning, so I told him it wasn't good for me. I suggested mid-week, around Wednesday I'd be available, and to try me again then. He called on Thursday, sorry dude, I told you Wednesday, I've already ordered Chinese take-away & Survivor is on. But I am available on Friday. He says ok, call me if you want to go out, I tell him no, YOU have to call ME if you really want to see me. He called, we agreed to meet later that night at the bar where we'd first met and then take the night from there.
I showed up looking good. Real good. It was obvious by the attention I was getting from the men in the bar & the glares from the women. He wasn't there yet, so when some other guy offered to buy me a drink, I allowed it, with the explanation that I was there to meet another guy and if he showed up I would be taking my drink and joining him. Ok, here's your beer. In a little bit #2 showed...but he brought back-up, just in case I hadn't been there. He didn't want to look like an asshole being stood up. I didn't bring back-up. He looked scared. His friend admitted to being there as back-up and that on their ride from where they'd gone, back to here, #2 had thought he'd lost my number and was in a panic over it. He pulled over on a major highway, cars whizzing past at 75 mph, just to search for my phone number. It was safely stashed in his wallet. I laughed, as #2 stood, embarrassed. As he should have, I'm worth it. His friend was grinning at me & then at him & then back at me again...she's all yours, good luck!
We drank...a lot. Talked and talked about everything and nothing. Laughed. It was great! It was obvious the attraction was mutual. In my mind it was purely sexual...there was that silly glimmer of hope that he'd be "the one". Even though I would never admit I even considered "the one" existed...for anyone. Last call. I wasn't done, he wasn't done. But he was living on someone's couch & I wasn't about to bring him to my place. My kids were there. So we drove to where he was staying and sat in my car, talking, flirting and listening to music. I had promised myself I would NOT have sex with him that first night. He asked if he could kiss me. YES, PLEASE! It was great. I had butterflies in my stomach & was all shaky and nervous. We made out. He seemed just as nervous as I, even a little more. I let him feel me up. I climbed over the console and straddled his lap...let him know how sexually progressive I was and what was to come for him. He liked it. A lot. I could tell. Then I told him good night and to get out of my car, I'd sobered up enough to drive home. Call me...soon...if he wanted more. I think he was dumbfounded. He hesitated, but I assured him I was serious. He got out of my car and looked over his shoulder at me numerous times as I started up my car and drove away. I was exhilarated!!! What power I had over men!!!! I would make him want me so badly, he wouldn't be able to think about anything else. And I'd stuck to my promise to myself...I hadn't had sex with him!!!! Yeah, yeah, passionately kissing, feeling boobies & fingering my pussy was not sex!!!
He called the next day and night. Many times. He called from a number I didn't know, he was at a party at someone's house and they had a land line. He didn't want to be there, but he owed his friends who he was living with and they had no car. All he wanted was to see me again, to be with me. I felt I'd won!!! Won what?!?!? It was such a game to me. Silly deranged me.
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