Get this, she told me she loved me and not him. I just don’t get it. She said she had left him and that she was all mine. Then I get slapped in the face like this? I mean yeah, I wasn’t exactly boyfriend material in my younger days, but does that mean karma had to get me like this? I was ready to settle down with her, to start a life and then she comes out and pulls this bull shit. I don’t know what to do to turn the tables and get karma off my back.
Even as I write this to you, I can’t seem to stop the memories from flooding back. The memories of our times together, all the happy moments we had. One in particular comes to mind.
It was a cool night in mid October, just a month or two after I met Makylah. I had just gotten back from vacation the previous day and had decided to set up for the two of us to hang out. I should’ve found it strange that she was so willing to hang out at my place. I know you can attest to this – most girls aren’t comfortable hanging out with a guy for the first time over at his place. Am I right?
Anyways, I hadn’t seen her in over a month and couldn’t quite remember what she looked liked. I definitely wasn’t disappointed once she stepped out of her car after arriving at my place either. I gave her a once over real quick, making sure she didn’t catch me checking her out in case her motives were different than mine. You know me, always being that guy that’s willing to get into any girls’ pants that are willing. Why should this be of any exception? That’s what I thought.
Sorry to keep getting off track like that.
So I watched her ass sway as she walked in front of me. It was almost like she was doing this shit on purpose, because as soon as we reached my front door, she looked over her shoulder and flashed me a devilish grin. Not only did it cause my dick to stir, but it also let me know that she knew I was staring at her body. You know that I’m not bashful when it comes to letting girls know what I think of them. And Makylah was definitely no exception either. Damn…
Ah, I did it again!
We walked into my house, and the first thing she does is look around my place. She starts snooping around the kitchen, my room and then back into the living room. I’m looking around as well, wondering if she was inspecting my cleaning habits. To me, I thought I had done a pretty good job keeping that place clean. Being a single guy living on my own, I kinda had to. You never know when I might bring home a girl. I don’t want to bring her back to a messy house. That’s just not right…
Anyways, after her inspection – or so I assume – we finally made it back to the living room where she quickly spotted the couch. After thinking that things were going in my favor, I gladly sat down next to her. Really close to her actually. Not that I cared or anything, but she didn’t seem annoyed or bothered by it, so that’s all that mattered at the time. So I quickly put in a movie before she had a chance to get up again.
Damn, Lindsey, never let me pick out Saw 6 as a movie to watch the first time I hang out with a girl. That movie was not only gross, but it was also off putting because I planned on taking her at some point that night and was afraid that movie may have killed any chance I had at getting with her. I mean think about it, Linds…if I get grossed out during a movie, imagine what others around me are going through. To avoid losing any chance I had, I made my move.
I slyly put my arm around her and gave her a quick tickle. This caused her to jump and turn sideways into me. This opened the door for more tickles, and you can bet your ass that I took full advantage of it. I grabbed both of her sides and went to town on her. Next thing I know, she’s up against me, fighting off her laughter as I finally decided she had enough. What happened next definitely took her by surprise.
I leaned and kissed her, not even fearful of her pulling away or slapping me. And to my benefit, neither happened. I pulled back after a couple seconds and looked into her eyes to gauge her reaction. I knew I was in as I saw her eyes glaze over with lust. I kissed her again, only this time was with a little more force and passion. I slipped my tongue in her mouth and partially moved on top of her, pulling her waist and sides into me. She responded by wrapping her arms around my neck and arching her back so we were touching.
I became bold – as if I weren’t already – and started fondling her breast through her shirt. This elicited a moan from her pretty mouth, which was muffled from the kiss, as she pulled me tighter into her. I decided it was a good idea if I took the hint and moved between her legs.
Well, guess what, Linds? That’s exactly what I did. And how delicious was it, you ask? Fucking amazing. She already had a damp spot the size of Texas on the crotch of her jeans. My cock was throbbing hard and straining tightly against my jeans at this point, so I took the liberty to let her know exactly what she was doing to me. I pressed my hard-on very tight against her covered pussy and began poking and prodding at her, all while kissing her and fondling her ample breasts. I’m a damn good multi tasker, I know.
I knew for a fact I was in as soon as I suggested we take this to a more comfortable place. I don’t know why, but she seemed to turn into this shy and innocent girl as soon as I mentioned a more comfortable place. It was almost as if she didn’t want to leave the couch. But with a little coaxing and some charm, she was in my bed, naked with my cock buried balls deep into her wet cunt. And holy hell was she tight. I mean like tighter than most of the girls I’d fucked prior to her. And you know where my count had been before she became another notch on my belt.
The sad thing, now that I mention it, even though we had many more great times, is that she was horrible the first time we had sex. She just lay there, with eyes closed, silent as can be considering she was being shafted by a respectable sized cock, with a moan every now and then. I was getting frustrated, almost to the point of being discouraged and insulted at her quiet nature. I was beginning to think she had been railed by a monster cock at some point in her life and that mine was just a tease compared to the onslaught she received.
Turns out that was not the case. Apparently Ms. Makyla was indeed a shy, horny girl. As much as she wanted my cock, she didn’t think she was going to actually subject herself to it the very first time we hung out. Just goes to show what kind of an impact I can have if I apply it right.
Ah, sorry, Lindsey, not trying to sound like a pompous prick or anything, but my confidence level that night scored me a bunch of points.
I decided to blow my load inside her a little earlier than I planned. Most of it was out of frustration because she clearly wasn’t reacting to my cock like you had that one night…damn, I could not keep you quiet…not to get off subject here.
Like I said, I came deep inside her just to get it over with. I was hoping that she wasn’t always like that, because you know how I like a girl to be loud. But once I pulled out, I lie next to her and all of a sudden she turned into this cuddly, clingy girl – not that there’s anything wrong with that. Point is, I enjoyed that cuddle time but was also confused as to why she was so damn shy during sex. I would eventually find out at a later date, but that’s a whole different story.
After a failed attempt to get her to stay the night with me, I reluctantly gave in to her pleads that she had to get home that night. Even then, a fucking red flag should’ve gone off. But no, I was too oblivious to see it then.
After that night, things started to change within myself. I started to look at her in a different way, not only as a piece of meat to stick my cock into. I began seeing her as a woman, a potential girlfriend and maybe even someone I could settle down with. And as the days and weeks passed – as well as our sexual encounters, which became better and better each time – I began to realize and come to terms with the thought that she may actually be settle-down material. Not going to lie, it was quite the scary thought.
Even then, I didn’t back out, or even run from my feelings. I embraced them, let them happen and let them come to me. I was beginning to fall for her and the L word was trying to sneak its way into my vocabulary – a fucking word that I never thought I’d ever use.
It was crazy, Lindsey. I was falling for this girl, yet I knew very little about who she actually was. The whole time I was being fed a line of bull shit. I was so oblivious to it even though other people kept pointing out things that didn’t seem right. I didn’t want to believe it, didn’t want to believe that my gorgeous Makylah would ever do something like that to me. She had her own problems to deal with and all I could do was be there for her. This was when she came out and told me she loved me. My heart melted and I soon realized that I loved her as well.
Then shit became weird. She would make up some sort of excuse as to why she still couldn’t stay the night with me. Either she had an early class, or she had to work early, or something stupid along those lines. Not to mention, she never wanted to hang out at her place. She always insisted that we hung out at my house. Even then, that’s all she wanted to do. I wanted to take her out to dinner, to a movie, whatever…I just wanted to show her off, but she insisted she was perfectly fine with staying in and cooking dinner before watching a movie on the couch. It wasn’t exactly bad because each time would end with me cumming deep inside her, so who was I to complain about that? But I still found it weird that she didn’t want to hang out at her house. And once again, no red flags had gone off yet.
I don’t know, Linds, I wasn’t sure what to make of all that. My friends found it weird as well, but what could we do about it? I didn’t say anything to her about mention anything to them about it. Really, there was no need for a useless fight. Oh well, was my only self reasoning.
Anyways, now for the fun part – the part where I realized everything was a fucking lie. The part where I learned her actual motives. How I was led that way, I still don’t know for sure, but whatever the case, I’m just glad I was because it saved me from a lot more grief had I not discovered her that night.