I've had an on-going sexting relationship with this guy for some while now, even when I was in a relationship. I thought it was innocent fun and thoroughly enjoyed classics such as "You look so hot in that skirt, I just want to pull it up and bend you over right now," or "I want to press you up against a wall and kiss you all over, you're so sexy." I love attention (what girl doesn't?), especially when it comes from a hot guy. So this guy comes back into the picture and I shall call him, Nooner (you'll see why in a bit). He's a much younger man who acts older than most guys my own age. Tall, all-American good looks, shaggy dirty-blond hair, a strong manly nose matched by a strong pair of eye brows. Dresses in T-shirts and jeans, and for special occasions, button down with skinny tie. Always smells like soap. Nooner carries himself like a man but still has moments of boyish charm that could literally charm the pants off any girl.
It's a weekday around lunch time, Nooner IM's me and see if I'm free for lunch. Sure, we've hung out before, so it didn't seem anything out of the ordinary. We get together for lunch at a casual bar in my hood. We first have some necessary small talk, and then it's the "How's your boyfriend?" topic. I tell him that we broke up, and he seems a little perked up. More attentive. Then, Nooner tells me that he's still with his girlfriend. Bummer.
After lunch, he walks me back to my place, and kinda lingers around, "What are you up to now?" I respond with, "Come up for tea?" "Sure." We kind of awkwardly hang out on my sofa/bed before I get up to actually make some tea. Let's face it, he's not up here for tea, but I still have to make it, right? As I fumble around to find where I've stashed the damn tea, he's making small talk once again. I can feel the sexual tension in the air, but it's like this big sexual elephant. The big sexual elephant that is jacking off but everyone is ignoring.
We drink our tea and I'm holding onto mine like it's a shield. Now we're talking about our sexting history. He admits that he feels sexual tension, "If only you didn't have such an incredible ass." I love getting my ass complimented, I've worked hard on that baby. I'm starting to feel hot and tingly and I say, "Maybe we just can't be friends, or be alone." "Maybe..." he responds. Nooner and I stare at each other in a way that is half admiration, half eye sex. I put my tea (shield) down. He puts his arms around my waist and draws me closer. Our nose touch and we enjoy this moment. He's caressing my back and the top of my ass, and I'm running my fingers through his hair. "OMG, is this really happening? Are we about to fuck?" I think to myself.
Then it happens. He kisses me tenderly, I kiss back, and then each kiss after that gets progressively more porno-like. Before I know it, we're both breathing heavily, and his hand is grabbing and rubbing my entire body like a blind man touching a woman for the first time. We roll around my bed/sofa and he starts to work his hands underneath my shirt and bra. Time check: 1:15pm.
We roll around some more and he starts to take off my pants. I suddenly realize I haven't exactly "groomed" myself if ya know what I mean. Having been in a relationship for 5 years, there are somethings that you just don't think about anymore. So I jump up and pull up my pants and say, "Stop. Stop. We can't do this." That gave him ammunition to dominate me even more by grabbing me and throwing me on to the bed while he takes down the straps of my bra and starts sucking on my nipples. Ahhh, that feels damn good. But, I know this is as far as it'll go, so I collect myself and turn to him to say, "You should go back to work and think about things. Then you can either come back after work or not."
Sure, I'm playing the morally-torn girl when all I'm really worried about is getting a quick shave before 6pm. Nooner agrees to my plan and kisses me goodbye.
Sometimes foreplay is just what a girl needs at lunch.
That night, I go to dance class to clear my head and I get a missed call from Nooner. No message, no text. I'm curious what he decided to do, but I figured I wasn't desperate enough to know.
So, I go home and watch youporn.
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