After what seems like the 3 longest days of my life, my 2nd date with Sporting Goods is finally here. I have been contemplating whether I want to sleep with him or not. I guess it's not really do I want to, but should I? Still undecided, I pick out an outfit that's covered up on top ("I'm a good girl and don't sleep around") and tight on the bottom with high boots ("But I can be a bad girl if you want me to"). I head to my usual dance class and sneak out early so I can take a quick shower and pretty myself up. On my way to meet Mr. SG at the movie theater (conveniently located right by my apartment), my heart is racing and I feel like I'm about to explode. I spot him from outside and I pause to catch my breath. He is so hot. I am still in disbelief that this handsome man is here for me and we're about to spend the rest of the evening together. Just me and him. Then I remind myself that this is the type of guy I deserve and he should be thankful to be with ME tonight.
I walk in and give him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. SG already has the tickets ready and we engage in some small talk. I would tell you what movie we're seeing but it really doesn't matter. We walk into the theater and I am disappointed that he doesn't choose the dark corner spot. Frankly, I just want to make out with him and have no interest in the movie whatsoever. The first half of movie we make little comments in each other's ears, but there's not much touching. Our body language, however, says otherwise. We're both leaned in towards each other. At one point, he's rubbing his hands due to the frigid temperature in the theater (why do they do that, btw?). I start rubbing his arms and he grabs my face and kisses me. It literally melts me in my seat. I am grinning from ear-to-ear and I can see he's the same at the corner of my eye. For the rest of the movie, SG either has his hand on my leg or is holding my hand. I'm liking how this movie is ending.
We head out to grab a drink and stop in at a random wine bar. After 3 glasses of wine, 4 beers, and pleasant conversation, we are basically kicked out by the staff as they start to put away the chairs and turn on the lights. SG and I walk out holding hands and then suddenly he stops, I turn around, and he says "Come here" and pulls me in for a kiss. There we are, 2 almost-strangers who met randomly at a bar barely 2 weeks ago, in a passionate embrace, making out in the middle of NYC. I love these moments because I don't think about anything else. Suddenly, we're interrupted by a cab honking. SG starts walking towards it and asks, "Are you coming with me?" I grab his hand and say, "No, you're coming home with me." It is freezing and windy and I tell SG that I want to make us some tea.
We head up to my apartment and I start boiling water. SG takes a quick tour of my studio and as I head towards my kitchen, he grabs me and lifts me up as I straddle him. We make out passionately and he gently puts me down on my bed. He then rips off my boots and starts taking off my top and my bra. The teapot starts whistling and I have to interrupt our session and turn off the stove. I quickly rush back and we resume in full force. We strip each other down and SG already has a condom handy. I like a man who is prepared but also, rather presumptuous, don't you think? Before he puts it on, I reach down for a feel. SG is BIIIIG. Not as long as Magic Stick, but definitely the biggest girth I have ever encountered. And what makes me even more ecstatic is that he is as hard as a rock. I let go so he could put the condom on. SG penetrates and I am haaaaaappy. I do, however, take several breaks because his cock is a little too much to handle at times. During those breaks, I lean back and admire SG's manly physique. He may be younger than me, but he has a mature sexual prowess about him. He also likes to do a little biting and spanking. It's always the quiet ones who are freaky in bed!
We finally tire each other out and SG spoons me. I ask him, "I thought you didn't want too many notches under your belt?" SG responds, "I don't like sleeping with people I know I don't want to see again." And then he says, "I have a confession. I really just came up for tea."
After SG leaves, I realize he's left his scarf. So, I text him, "left your scarf genius." He responds, "Yeah, the old leave behind gives me a good excuse to see you again."
I can't stop smiling and miss him already. So, I stalk his Facebook profile until I'm cross-eyed.
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