The Boyfriend's Booty Call Concludes

Boyfriend took me out to a local sports bar.  Yes guys, I am that girl who likes to drink beer, watch football, and fuck.  We had a great night out.  The beer was cold.  The waitresses were hot.  The games were great.  It was maybe one of the best nights I can recall ever out w the Boyfriend.

 

We even had a few semi-serious conversations about our relationship.  And that's something we just never do!  He had been staring at me and smiling.  It was a little disconcerting.  I asked him several time - "what".  He would just change the subject or make some dorky comment about me being pretty (like I'm not smart enough to see through that).  Now, we weren't fighting.  It was more playful than anything. 

Finally, I told him if he ever expected to get head again, he had better speak.  He said that was kind of what he was thinking about.  "What, wanting head again", I said back laughing.

"That's not what I meant - and yes maybe when we get back to the apartment - I meant in all the years we've been together, you have never told me no".  At first I said how I told him no all the time; that I maybe disagreed w him too much.  That's when he leaned forward onto the table and in his serious Boyfriend voice (I rarely get the serious Boyfriend voice) said, "you know what I mean (I really didn't), you have never told me 'no' when I've wanted to make love". 

 

I think its funny how life does things.  Daddy and I will be watching a game, he'll make some bizarre comment and a few seconds later the announcer will make the same comment.  I write a post about not saying "no" to the Boyfriend and, about a month later, he's making the same comment.  Daddy is always asking if ESPN has a microphone in our house.  Guess I should wonder if the Boyfriend has found my blog.

 

He started telling me about the guys in his office and how they were all bitching about sex; specifically, the lack of sex.  Apparently, they struck out at home far more often than they got laid.  He said that's when he started thinking and realized that he had not struck out once; not ever.  "The more I thought about you always being there whenever I needed you . . . the more I needed you". 

I responded back to the Boyfriend that taking care of him was kind of like my job.  He said he liked that, but added that our relationship "under construction" at the moment and he didn't know what I would do.  This is the closest we have come to having a serious conversation about my moving out. 

I apologized for making things complicated.  He shocked me when he said he completely understood - the car accident and Mom's dying - "it had to feel like your world was falling apart".  "I understand you need some time to sort things out.  Later, we can see if we both still want the same things and if we want to try again".  For the Boyfriend, this was a deep relationship discussion!

The beer, the food, the games, the talk, I was feeling pretty good by the time we returned to his apartment.  In the bathroom, I remembered his original request earlier that evening about me being naked and I smiled, "why not".  However, I decided to add a little kink to his request - I came out of the bathroom totally naked except for my heels.

I found him in the kitchen.  He took one look at me and his smile was all the appreciation I needed.  I walked into his open arms for a series of kisses.  Its very submissive and sexy being naked in a pair of high heels w your lover fully clothed.  In time, he took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom.

He sat me on the edge of the bed.  Then, lifting my legs into the air, he lowered himself onto his knees and tasted my wetness.  When he stood up, he lowered my legs and grabbed my arm to spin my head towards the edge of the bed.  I had an idea what was expected.  He lowered his pants and I opened my lips to receive him.  We went back and forth like this for a while.  He would get on his knees between my legs for a while, then he would stand and pull my mouth back onto his dick. 

When he was ready, he had me stay on the bed, but get onto my hands and knees.  Standing, he came up behind me.  He slid into me w ease.  Taking my hair into his hands he pulled my head up and then just stood there deep inside of me.  He let go of my hair and pushed my head gently down onto the mattress so that just my ass was sticking up into the air.  I love this position.  Taking my hips firmly into his grip, he began to thrust.  Gently at first, then harder and faster.  I don't know if it was whiskey dick or what, but he had amazing staying power.  He pounded me forever!!!!  The Boyfriend is not one to change positions once he starts fucking and I was totally okay w that this time. 

I love being an active aggressive participant in making love.  I also love being the willing vessel and just receiving.  That evening, high heels still on, my ass high up in the air, on my hands and knees, face buried in the mattress, I was enjoying being ridden hard by the Boyfriend. 

I can always tell when the Boyfriend is close to cumming.  He breathes a little different and grunts a little more.  Laughing.  The poor thing must have been on the edge for a very long time because he was making those familiar noises for a very long time.  When he did explode inside of me, I could tell he was totally spent.

I tried to move my head just a bit to look back at him, but he stopped me.

"Don't move", he panted almost like it was all he could do to say that much. 

"Okay", I said laughing, "I won't.  But you ought to sit down".

"Not yet . . . I'm right where I want to be".

I smiled and stayed right where I was.  I'm not really sure how long I stayed there like that for him.  I kept my head on the mattress, closed my eyes, and just let him enjoy being inside my well-fucked sheath.

 All in all, I would say the Boyfriend did pretty well for his "booty call".



By Request

Advizor asked me to finish the story.  There really isn't that much to tell, but far be it for me to leave him wanting.   :)

 

I changed to go over.  I know, it seemed kind of silly to me also to get dressed knowing that I was going to get undressed as soon as I got there.  To my defense, I had decided he was going to take me out for dinner and drinks after he got his dick sucked.  Mostly, it had been a long week and I wanted to get drunk.  Boyfriend could be my DD.  And I figured that after swallowing his cum and a fair amount of top shelf alcohol that I'd be wanting to get laid as well.  I changed into my local slutty clothes. What I will wear around my hometown is considerably different from what I will wear out of town.  In this case, I put on a very low cut sheer blouse, painted on blue jeans, and my favorite pair of black heels.  My goal was sexy enough to have the Boyfriend change his mind and want me to stay clothed.

 

Arriving, the Boyfriend almost seemed surprised to see me.  I said laughing that if he wasn't all that excited, then maybe I should go on back home and turned like I was going to leave.  He damned near leaped to grab my shoulders shouting that he was excited and led me into the living room.  He said he was afraid I might change my mind or was just teasing him.  I made it very clear to him that I had never left him hanging . . . or erect I should maybe say. 

 

We jabbered for a little bit about nothing of any importance.  I finally told him he was going to have to tell me when he was ready for me to get down on my knees for him.  He kind of laughed and said, "how about now".  Standing, because we had been sitting on the couch, I asked him again "in clothes or out".  The test - how sexy had I dressed.  "You do look nice", he said.  Smart man to compliment the girl getting ready to suck on his dick.  He had decided on "in clothes" when I suggested I take my top off . . . "in case any spills" (God forbid cause I do try to swallow it all).

 

He remained sitting on the couch like a king on his throne.  I kind of liked that image when I thought about it then.  I was surprised his dick was not hard when I set it free.  That was okay too though, I also like getting my lover hard in my mouth.  Men can't really know what that feels like.  Its a special feeling for a woman; at least, it is for me.  I like knowing that I am doing something my lover finds exciting and that he wants me.  Men are not always the most talkative, so I guess God found a way for the penis to do its talking for a man. 

 

I have learned that the Boyfriend responds best to my holding him deep in my mouth for prolonged periods alternating w vigorous head bobbing.  This blowjob progressed pretty quickly.  It had been a while for us.  And apparently it had been a long time for him!!!!  I swear he deposited a bucket full in my mouth!!!

 

The Boyfriend Texts For Help

The Boyfriend was blowing up my phone last night.  And before you say "so what", let me add that it would have been weird even before our relationship went onto the back burner.  The Boyfriend and texting are not exactly on friendly terms.  If that wasn't bizarre enough, Mr. I Don't Text is also trying to be funny.  Fair enough, I will give him his props, he was making me laugh. 

 

I'm was also trying to figure out what's up?

 

I was texting my friend Randi in between texting the Boyfriend back.  Randi knew immediately, "Rache, sweetie, what is every man thinking about any time he is texting a girl".

 

Duh - Rachel can be a little slow sometimes.  (And you men are such pigs - laughing).

 

Poor thing, he was bringing his A-game too.  Despite our relationship kind of being in limbo, I do love the Boyfriend.  Being flirtatious is not his strength.  I could almost imagine a gang of guys in his apartment feeding him lines to text.  I wish there were, we might have gotten to the point a little quicker.  As it was, we texted for the longest time.  I knew he would never ask me straight out - "can I fuck you tonight?"  I thought he might eventually at least ask if I would come over.  After about 30-45 minutes of texting banter, I could tell he was never going to just put it out there.

 

"I bet you're feeling horny, am I right".

 

"Yeah . . . sorry".

 

"Sorry?  For what Sweetie?"

 

"I dunno.  I know you moved out wanting some space and here I'm texting you for sex".

 

"Don't apologize, a girl likes knowing that she turns a man on".

 

"You do.  You always have".

 

"Would you like some help w your condition"

 

"That would be GREAT"

 

"Tell me what you want".  Sadly, being aggressive or descriptive can be very hard for the Boyfriend.  But sometimes . . .

 

After a pretty long pause where I was afraid I'd asked the Boyfriend for more than he could do, he responded.  "I would really like you on your knees".

 

I smiled and asked him, "dressed or naked".

 

"Naked".

 

"I can do that for you . . . on my way".



The Friend Zone

The Marine had to cancel our dinner plans.  His wife was sick and he didn't think it a good idea to leave her alone.  I couldn't really complain even if I was disappointed.  I pretended to pout.  He promised to make it up when I returned.

My previous post on the Marine was no tease.  I really don't know when we get together how the night will end.  I think the night would have ended happy; just not sure if it would have had a "happy ending".

 

Advizor made a comment, "God help him if he is" in the "friend zone" which got me to thinking.  If I didn't know how the night was going to end w the Marine, then did that mean the Marine was NOT in the "friend zone".  More to the point, do I never think about sex w any of my guy pals?

 

I remember a date who, when we were having dinner, I called him "nice".  I laughingly remember the pained look on his face, "don't call me that . . . it's the kiss of death".  He explained that girls didn't like the "nice" guy.  I disagreed and added something his being nice and a good friend.  You would have thought I'd kicked him in the nuts, "Oh great, might as well kill myself now . . . I've entered the friend zone" (thinking back on his pained expression, I probably shouldn't have laughed, huh).  I know some will wonder, he copped a pretty good feel that evening; strictly upstairs.  He never did get laid, but I will say that was more for his fault for want of taking the risk.  So, was he a friend?  Looking back, I'd say he was a date at that time.

 

When I go out w the Marine.  Its not like I'm planning on sex or even really thinking about sex.  But, if asked, then I would have to say the possibility exists.  And I like that feeling.  Is the Marine a friend then?  We're friendly.  I'm close to him.  I think of him as more than a friend.

 

The question remains then, is the "friend zone" the dead zone?  I want to say "no".  I think most women would want to say "no".  We like to say our lovers are our best friends.  Wouldn't it seem that becoming friends, then move you one step closer to a relationship.  So, why then do most men dread entering the "friend zone".  Men have their viewpoint.  Women have theirs.  I don't know that either is necessarily wrong.  This is where I know what is in my head, but the blonde in me is preventing me from putting it into words.  When I go somewhere w a man who is not in the "friend zone", its not like I am thinking about sex.  But I am not-not thinking about it either.  It might be easier to explain in terms of how I dress.  When going out w a man not in the "friend zone", then I am more likely to dress like I'm going on a date.  I may just be casual, I may be sexy, but on some level I have considered how I want to dress for what might happen later.  When I go out w a man who is in the "friend zone", then I am not even considering the "what might happen later" aspect of the night.

 

I like getting dressed for the Marine and wondering "what might happen later".

Advizor's FFF

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The Marine

I decided today what days next week I'm going to Tampa for an overnight business trip.  I texted a gentleman friend from that area and now I have a dinner date.  He needs a name - I think I will call him the Marine because he served twenty years in the Marines.  He's also a retired professional (I'm not going to say what profession), meaning that he has retired twice in his life..  I can already see Advizor doing the math, so yes Marine is quite a bit older than me.  The Marine is a little more than twice my age.

 

I met him through Ashley Madison.  Like many, I started an Ashley Madison account a long time ago.  Stop - don't be rushing over to try to find it.  My profile is down right now, it's down more often than it's up, and it may never be up again.  When I do make my account active, then my inbox is usually flooded w messages in just a few hours.  Seriously guys, do sending dick shots really work for you.  Once I delete all the dick shots, assholes, and whiners, I am generally left w just a few messages.  The Marine was more an accident than anything else.  His message made me smile (if you recall, I have said repeatedly this is the best way to get me separated from my pants) and I responded.  What I didn't notice was his age.  My fault entirely because he clearly stated it in his profile page.  He pointed it out again in a message, but by this time we were emailing and I didn't see any reason why age should matter w our just emailing.   His emails were funny and helped me through the days.  I also liked the way he could be sexually suggestive w/o being crude or disrespectful.  In a lot of ways, he reminded me of Harley.

 

We've met for dinner and drinks three times now over the past several months.  And it has been just dinner and drinks.  The first time, I didn't know what to expect.  We'd been emailing for several weeks.  Our emails are mostly friendly w just a flavor of flirting.  I told him I was coming to Tampa for a business trip.  He asked me to dinner, making it clear that he only meant dinner and was not coming onto me.  He also teased that if I came onto him, then he might not be able to fight me off.  He took me to Shula's.  Daddy would have been so jealous.  Daddy is a big Dolphins fan and idolizes Don Shula.  He's talked about going to Shula's whenever we're around one, but something always seems to get in the way.  Really, I'd be just as happy going to Denny's.  I'm more about who I'm with and The Marine is a great dinner companion.  I love listening to his stories.  Some are sad.  Some are funny.  He's had a long interesting life and he apparently loves to talk.  I like listening to him. 

 

And I'm talking about him why?  I don't know actually.  I find him interesting.  And we're going to dinner again next week.  And I never formally ruled out actually sleeping w him.  Its been something we've not discussed that much.  We've talked a lot about ourselves.  He's been open about the women he has seen.  I'm clearly the youngest.  I think he likes being seen w me; at least I hope he does!!  I like the companionship when I am in that area.  It makes a long dull trip something to look forward too.  Did I mention that he's 6'7".  I've told him a lot about me.  He knew about Tree.  We didn't meet for dinner during the brief window I thought things were possibly getting serious w Tree.  But we still talked.  He was sad to learn of my breaking up w Tree.  He's been like a mentor of sorts.  

FFF

His dick slid into her as easily as her teeth bit into hot flesh. 

 

It was her obligation to service him.  He was the pack leader.  Tobias, her mate, sat watching.  Her eyes were closed.  She could not see Tobias next to them, but she could smell him.  Tobias was the next most dominant male in the pack.  He had sensed it was his time to lead.  He had challenged the Old One . . . and lost.  By rights, the Old One should have killed Tobias.  Instead, the Old One had demanded she impale herself on his dick.  The Old One took her hips in his vice-like grip and thrust her body up and down along his length.

 

The three of them were dressed - well, she had been dressed - for a pack dinner.  She knew that all would be able to smell the Old One's scent on her . . . in her . . . and know she had been made to service him. 

"Tobias", the Old One said, "join me inside your bitch."  Tobias entered her ass.  Everyone would be able to smell the packs two most dominant werewolves in her tonight.