But no, I was an idiot and went back over after we had already said good night. I had fun the first time, why not continue the fun. Right? So I went back over and Young Black Hottie put in another movie. Again, I have no idea what movie. We were sitting in the “dark” on his futon. (Gotta love studio apartments.)

I was leaning into him with my legs up over the end of the futon. He was getting…friendlier.

At first it was innocent-holding hands still being flirty and touching my legs, etc. Then he started rubbing my arms and I found that his hand was drifting over into my boobage area. I let that go because it was making my vag tingly.

Which I knew was a bad idea.

Then he decided that he should put the futon in the “bed” position. Because he wanted to lay down. This is about where I knew I should have headed back across the hall.

But I stayed. Sometimes I do things just to see what is going to happen.

And here is where it gets weird. And where I remember that I hated having sex when I was younger. Because it was always awkward. This was awkward in the extreme.

He started massaging my back. Which felt fucking good. Somehow I decided that it would be a good idea (all my ideas are bad ideas, fyi) to spoon with him and push my ass back into his groin.

Yeah, genius, great idea. Cause then I could feel his enormous hard cock rubbing against my ass cheeks through my thin pants.

I can’t say I wasn’t turned on.

He never kissed me the entire time. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m a smoker or because I’m just something he was using for a good time. But apparently he doesn’t kiss me. (My friend Pretty Blond, just went through a four month relationship with a guy just like this and the whole time I didn’t understand why she would stay with a guy who doesn’t kiss her and is lacking in the foreplay department.)

No oral.

We just were kinda having clothes one minute and naked the next. Pretty Blond described her sex life in similar words not too long ago.

But before he was completely naked, he stood up in his boxers and walked across the room to get a condom. As I said in the last post, he is a big boy. Thick. But I could have lived in the tent he was pitching in those boxers.

My jaw dropped open when I saw that and I had to turn my head away so he didn’t see the amazed look on my face.

He is just as big and thick in the pants as he is everywhere else. I was seriously thinking “where is he planning on putting that?!” And let me tell you, it will never be in my ass. Maybe his big, fat fingers but not his big, fat dick.

So….