Soundtrack: Where Have You Been by Rihanna.
Things have been heating up between Jock and I at a pretty phenomenal rate. Text conversations have gone on well into the night and early morning, each message progressively filthier than the one before. By the time the big day came around, I basically couldn’t wait another moment longer for date number two with Jock – and what a date it was!
But first, let’s backtrack a couple of days first.
I Like Slow, Sensual Sex
That’s what Jock said to me in one text. Actually, the full quote is this:
“I like slow, sensual sex. Kissing, touching, watching the other person’s reaction as you touch them, finding out what makes them tick.”
That quote is now etched into my brain. I will remember it for weeks, months, maybe even years to come. I like slow, sensual sex…
I like that, too. Let’s fuck now.
From the moment I read that message, all I’ve thought about is riding him in his car. Fuck my third date rules. Fuck all the rules. I want him, and I don’t want to wait for him.
Or maybe I do?
Let's Go Shopping
I don’t know why he suggested shopping, lunch, and coffees for date number two, but I gladly went along with it. I love shopping. Who doesn’t love shopping? I thought it would be romantic – all holding hands and giggling in lingerie departments.
Sadly, it wasn’t anything like that.
Just like before, Jock was super respectful to the point of being ice cold. No touching. No handholding. No kissing. It confused the shit out of me. Why would he kiss me like… well, the way he kissed me at the end of our first date, if he was just going to pretend that we were basically friends on our second date? There was a hint of a bottom-back-rub from him at one point, plus a little face-touching… but that was it.
Sigh. I don’t understand men.
Or dating.
Or much, really.
Fancy a Smoke?
He asked if I wanted to park up somewhere and have a smoke before taking me home (the legal variety,) which is code for, shall we make out for a while? Of course, I said yes. Why wouldn’t I? I want to make out with this man for the rest of my life already.
I’m trying to play it cool with him, and I think he’s doing the same with me. Either that, or he actually doesn’t like me at all. I can’t work out which and keep flipping between the two. I was convinced that he didn’t like or want me, then he placed one hand behind my head as we kissed, stopping me from moving away, and I almost melted into a puddle on the seat. His other hand casually rested on my leg. Every time it moved, a little higher, then a little lower again, jolts of electricity seemed to flow from him into me.
It wasn’t very playing-it-cool of him, and he was blowing very hot and cold. It was confusing the shit out of me. It is confusing me.
He kissed me neck at one point, and I could’ve fucked him on the spot. People around or not, I wanted him. I really, really wanted him. I was essentially frozen in spot, not daring to move, because I wasn’t quite sure what I’d do if I did move – and I didn’t want to let the slut out just yet. I didn’t want to scare Jock off.
G'Night
When we finally said goodbye and I got out of the car, outside my house, I had to check that I hadn’t left a damp spot on the seat. Yes, that’s actually how wet I was. Sopping wet. Almost wet-through, but not quite… thankfully.
Maybe it’s because he’s a little bit older, or maybe we’re just sexually compatible; the chemistry between us is undeniable. Even when he’s not touching me, I can feel it. I want to feel him.
Our third date is planned – and it’s the date. The one where I finally get my hands on him, and let him put his hands on me… properly. We’re going camping, just as I’d suggested.
Let’s hope he’s the great-in-bed kind rather than the serial-killer kind, eh?
The next blog post in the dating timeline is this one: That Fucking Bloke.
Thank you so much for reading my blog today! 🖤
Would you like to read all about Jock’s story, right from the very beginning? You’ll find that right here.
You can also read all about my disastrous dating history, right from the beginning, right here: Table of Dating Contents.
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