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The Date
3/7/2005 12:29 pm Last Read: |
The date I finally settled on a nice form-fitting pink & black striped sweater, swing skirt and a pair of cute-but-sensible Mary Jane pumps. My date called upon arriving in my neighborhood, and so I hopped on downstairs. My knee has been going back and forth between constantly uncomfortable to intermittently irritating, so I had to relinquish the purely cute aspect of the outfit and take my cane along too. J. called again to advise he had arrived, was downstairs, thought he was in the driveway of my neighbors house, and told me to look for the Caddillac. (ahem.) At the bottom of my stairs, I looked beyond the gate to see a pearlescent white Caddillac lounging with the plump insolence only a Caddy can muster. He'd gotten the right driveway after all, it seemed. My first thought was OK, hes cuter than his photo. Which is always a nice surprise. We were mulling over dinner choices, and decided to go to the Market / Castro area. My eyes started bugging me almost immediately the pollen count must be bad, I thought, just as J. sneezed, rubbed his eyes and complained about his contacts I should have worn my glasses he sighed, but, you know. Yeah, I know I laughed and told him Id had the same thought. I guess I had better get used to that kind of mental overlapping, since we chare the exact same birthday. I was aware that I was feeling a bit warm, and I wondered if I was having some sort of allergic reaction, or something was going terribly wrong and I have some sort of new type of hot flash?!?! What the hell . Um .does your car have seat warmers? I asked tentatively You know it, sweetheart the only way to fly. He laughed. I was relieved Well, thank goodness, because it was either that or I was having some sort of ass attach, and I wasnt sure how I could bow out gracefully with that as an excuse! We wound up going to Chow for dinner. It was hopping, but the service was alert. We chatted along the usual Getting to know you front, and I blathered about rehearsals and how the were kicking my butt. J. manages a bar in SF, so we swapped stories about working in bars, crazy customers, and the like. I worked in a few bars back in NY and in LA, so I was familiar with some of the crazy politics therein. The conversation was comfortable, relaxed and despite my initial nervous impulses, I felt pretty good. One of the best indicators of how well Ill get along with someone is how they handle conversational lulls. It makes some people wiggly, and they feel the need to fill in those spaces with fluttery chatter. This was not the case, and it was a relief to be able to pause over the meal, breathe for a moment, and relax. The first big Moment Of Truth in the evening came when the check arrived. Now, I dont make any assumptions any more, and call me old fashioned, but I do appreciate a gentleman buying dinner. Believe me, I have run into a far lot of men who either balk or make a Big fucking deal about how it is a double standard, blah dee blah. I had one guy whod asked me out actually say to me that he doesnt go out on dates with women any more, he will only jump right to negotiating play. It wasnt worth it, he explained, because he was taking all of these women out, spending all of this money, and not getting anything in return. !!! If that is your position, that you ought to be getting something in return, you probably have just solved the riddle of WHY you werent getting anything in the first place. Geeze. But I digress. J. broke out the plastic the moment the check hit the table, and shooed me away when I moved for my purse. So, that was A Good Sign. H asked if I wanted to wander over to a little cozy neighborhood bar nearby for a drink, and I was up for that. To my surprise, this was one of these maverick smoking bars, and I know I wouldnt last too long. J. suggested, after a round, that we go over to one of his favorite dive bars over in North Beach, and though I thought parking would be impossible, he assured me he had the serious parking karma. When you drive a big Caddy, I guess youd better! I had to laugh when we got over to this place it was on the edge of Chinatown more than North Beach, a tiny place populated entirely by middle aged Chinese guys, and one woman, all chatting it up and watching some incredibly racist 1940s era Cowboy & Injun flick. I teased him about his choice of bars he laughed and said Hey, when you just want to chill and be guaranteed that no stupid tourist or dumb drunk frat boys are going to interrupt your night, this is the way to go! A casual arm draped around my shoulders when we got back in to his car, coupled with his fingers curling around the nape of my neck were pretty solid signs that the evening was going well, if the previous relaxed time hadnt been a sufficient indicator. There was the whole shy flirty My place or yours dance, and I steadfastly refused to make it my place, since it looks as though someone took my rooms, turned them upside down, shook it, and replaced it before anyone knew what was happening. He assured me that he didnt care about such things, but I assured him that I did, and so I decided to hop upstairs, grab a few things, and wed go over to his digs in the East Bay. My roommate was in the process of taking the trash out when I got back. Where are you off to, Miss Thang? he of course wanted to know Date waiting downstairs were going to his place, most likely to fool around and such. My roomie of course needed to check this out, so he scrambled downstairs with the garbage before I could cut him off. Ooo, you got the pimpin white boy in the big ass Caddy in the driveway you go girl!! I giggled like an idiot, and shooed my roomie away as he took his sweet time loading the trash into the curbside cans. He is cute!! Enrique opined. J. waved at us from his window, I smacked my roomie and hobbled back over to the car. My roommate thinks youre cute. I advised J. he said he was flattered. We got back to his house and were greeted by one of his cats. I had a moment of guilt, and then I remembered that I had remembered to feed my guys before I left that evening, so it should be OK. He, like me, has 2 cats who are littermate brothers. Yet another coincidental commonality very interesting!! We cruised on past his roommate who was watching TV, and went to his room to relax. After engaging in a few um attitude-adjusting treats, there was some kissing. It has been a while since Id had a nice leisurely make out session, and I much appreciated the sensuousness of it, the feeling of someones fingers on your neck, murmured compliments on the texture of my skin, and other things The kissing lead, as it often toed to a more intimate and naked sort of wriggling amongst the pillows and blankets on the bed, and J. leaned down to whisper in my ear and ask if I was going to be a good girl for Daddy And, of course, what little girl can say no when Daddy asks so nicely? Daddy seemed to very much like it when I pulled his cock as far into my mouth as I could he said my breasts were gorgeous, and made me shiver all the way inside when he nibbled and sucked on them. That was good .really, really good then he bit down, harder and harder on them, and ooo, Daddy that hurt and then his hand was around my neck and I couldnt breathe, I gasped for air and his fingers got tighter until I couldnt take it anymore and the pain exploded in my pussy I an came, really hard. Daddy wanted to come too now his cock was down my throat and then I dont know how much longer but he was coming, hot and sticky and sweet in my mouth lips throat and I licked until he stopped coming, and sank back down on to the bed, breathing really hard. There was more kissing, then there was sleeping. This morning J. drove me in to work, and as we were kissing goodbye, one of my friends from the office walked by the front of the car. I waved, and as I was saying bye and agreeing to chat this week about getting together again, she pause don the sidewalk. I wanted juice, so we walked across the street as J. drove off. So, who was that?! she asked. My new friend J. Hes cute! she said, thought on first glance shed thought he was one of the guys from the PR department, and she was about to bust out laughing when she saw us kissing right in front of the office. So, when did this get started? she queried. Um last night. I said slyly. She laughed out loud, gave me the high five and wanted all of the gory details. And so, here I sit, wondering what happens next will he call? Will I break down and call if he doesnt call in a reasonable time frame? I am pretty confident that we are compatible on many levels and I think hed be someone who would make a Very Good Friend. And that is a Very Good Start. xoxo ~Mollena  Mollena
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3/7/2005 9:06 pm |
mind if I just live vicariously through you for a night or so lol very very well written and sounded like you had one hell of a good time, not to mention a nice lil romp hey everyone has needs Im just glad you got yours and he got his and it's alllll good! The only way out is TRUTH ~Sara 
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3/8/2005 1:55 pm |
HE WILL CALL. BUT u SHOULD SEND HIM A NOTE TOO. I AM GLAD IT WENT WELL. I AM NOT AN EXPERT ON SUCESSFUL RELATIONSHIPS, BUT ONE THING I AM LEARNING IS TO APPRECIATE THINGS AS THEY ARE AND NOT MEASURE BY SOME STANDARD OF WHAT I THINK THEY SHOULD BE OR WHAT I WANT. GOOD LUCK !!! "DO WHAT YOU CAN WITH WHAT YOU HAVE WHERE YOU ARE." T. Roosevelt
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 3/8/2005 4:25 pm |
Aghhhhh. I can't stand it.(pant, pant) If it was 1 tenth as good as you wrote. oooooooo keep us old fuddy duddies posted will ya? For newcomers and not so newcomers. Arm yourself with knowledge
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3/9/2005 12:27 am |
I certainly shall keep you posted. Although the posting would seem to be of a non-eventful nature as of now. I don Mollena
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3/9/2005 6:33 pm |
You are also fabulous in photos. And have a real way with words. Send him a thank you note (just one, now) tell him the alt world is sitting on the edge of its seat waiting waiting waiting For newcomers and not so newcomers. Arm yourself with knowledge
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