So Someone New and I went on our third date. We didn’t have sex. Almost, but we didn’t. But I can 100% wholeheartedly tell you that I CANNOT keep my hands off this guy. It was pathetic. I was a pathetic, horny little mess. He loved the attention and said as much, but even I know that the behaviour I displayed was very unlike me.
We met (an hour later than agreed) and went for a quick coffee and a piece of cake. Then we did some shopping for lunch ingredients, took a casual stroll back to his new place (he bought a house, immediate improvement from penniless Jock), he showed me around, made me pastrami sandwiches and cups of tea, and then well and truly smooched the pants right off me on his couch.
There was kissing. So much kissing. Then he was running his hands up and down my body, pulling me on top of him and sneakily sliding his hand up my shirt. It was a bit awkward, don’t get me wrong, but the good kind of awkward. Sexy awkward, if that even makes sense? A bit bumpy and grindy and with a few slips and falls along the way, but all sexy and passionate, with both of us totally caught up in the moment.
He stood up and pushed me towards the bedroom, and once we were in there, he started to peel off my clothes. My top first, then my bra, then he turned me around and pushed me back onto his bed, taking his shirt off at the same time. It was a bit like a movie moment. Cringey, maybe, but fucking hot. Down came my jeans, my underwear not far behind them and he was down to just boxers, gyrating against me, getting ready for the kill….
“I’ve not got condoms!”
FUUUUUUUUCK! Well, didn’t he just ruin the mood? I didn’t take the condoms I had because I was trying so hard not to sleep with him too early on, and I also assumed he would have some ready. It’s not like we didn’t already have a conversation about safe sex and condoms and stuff. I was actually really annoyed that it felt like MY responsibility. Couldn’t he have just grabbed some? It’s not like he doesn’t work in an actual town centre full of shops every day or anything. (He does.) Eye roll. Sigh. Humph.
I was already completely naked by this point, so he started to head south, licking, nibbling and flicking his way around my breasts and stomach in ways I was seriously impressed by. Fingers inside me, tongue around me, it wasn’t long before I started to feel my legs shake. He made me come. Someone New made me come for the very first time. Afterwards, as I lay there shaking and watching his eyes glide all over my exposed body, I freaked out. Just a bit. Excusing myself, I ran straight to the bathroom for a few seconds to try and compose myself. I don’t know how I feel about my body these days. We were both completely sober and it was the first time I’d slept with someone sober for the first time in a very long time. Not only that, my body is different now … and I still don’t know how to feel about it. I thought losing all of that weight would make me feel a million times better in my own skin, but I still feel ridiculously uncomfortable when I’m completely naked. And especially when I’m completely naked with a man like him. When I say he’s handsome, I mean he’s ridiculously handsome. Disney Prince handsome.
When I came back out of the bathroom again, he told me I was beautiful. He told me that I had a beautiful body and that I tasted good. It made me feel good. He makes me feel good. Especially when I physically see how aroused he gets by me. And let’s just have a quick chat about his penis for a moment. It does have a pretty pronounced bend in it, to be fair, but I think I might love it. It’s got some serious girth to it, and it’s just the perfect length. He’s not circumcised (even though I thought he said he was), and he really does produce a lot of pre-come. And he comes even more! Because … yes, I did that stupid thing that you’re not meant to do: I went down on my knees and made him come with my mouth and hands even though we didn’t have condoms. I fucked up. We might not have had sex, but I certainly fucked up. Hands held up, I’m dumb. Don’t follow my lead.
I CANNOT wait to fuck this guy, though. Really fuck him. If he thinks my hand and mouth skills are great, he’s gonna have a whale of a time when he gets to actually fuck me. And he really couldn’t compliment my oral skills enough. By the time I was finished with him, I was wetter than I think I’ve ever been, and I teased him just a little by letting him have a little feel because that’s the kind of thing I like to do.
I think it’s pretty safe to say I’m going to fall in love with Someone New if we keep going the way we’re going. And I think it’s safe to say he feels the same. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other; it wasn’t all just me being hands-on and needy. I’m glad we haven’t slept together yet because it means we have so much left to look forward to, although we definitely crossed a few lines today. But I can’t wait to feel him inside me. I can’t wait for him to feel how much I clamp around his cock as I come around it. I just can’t wait to fuck him. That’s all. I just want to fuck him. I’m heading straight to the shops tomorrow to buy hundreds of condoms and I’m going to put them in every coat pocket and handbag, just in case. We are not going to have a sexless repeat of date number three, that’s for sure. I’ll explode.
So yeah, we didn’t have sex. Maybe I AM the fourth date girl after all?