Well, it seems my super powers haven’t faded away just yet. Last year, I dated this girl for a couple of months, we’ll call her “Karren.” Karren moved away close to a year ago, and the last time we hung out, I ended up going down on her. Recently, she came back in town for what I thought was a visit. I drove out to go pick her up, and in the initial “So, what’s been going on?” phase of the conversation, I realize that she’s actually going to be in town for the whole summer. So, here I am thinking that, due to the way things went last time we hung out, tonight could be a very good evening, and seeing as she’s staying in town a while, maybe we can pick things up again while she’s in town.
So, we hang out at her place for a bit, catch up some, she takes a shower, changes, and off we go. From the moment we leave her house, I don’t think a good two minutes went by for the next several hours where she didn’t attack me and pinch my nipples. The evening continued with dinner, along with an hour wait full of good, deep conversation, coupled with more nipple pinching, some ass grabbing, sexual conversation, and general flirting. After dinner came bowling, complete with all of the above, plus a bit of lap sitting, leg straddling, and even a bit of dry humping on her part. When check out time came, she sat there and kept putting her hands in my pockets, grabbing my ass, and snuggling up to the back of my neck. When we got out to the car, she yawned and I asked “So, are you ready for me to take you home, or did you want to come check out my apartment?”
“We can go to your aparmtent.”
I’m thinking things are good, yes? Well, we get there, and my roomate’s there. They’re old friends, and so they catch up a bit as well, until one of his friends comes by and the two of them take off. So, we’re alone, and I show her my room. Immediately, she plunks down on the bed. I lay down next to her, and we talk for a bit. She starts complaining about the sunburn on the back of her neck and how the skin’s peeling, so I roll her onto her stomach, straddle her back, and start to tenderly rub and peel as much of the dead skin off. Sounds gross, I know, but it was a very tender moment, she said it felt good, and I could see it was giving her goose pimples. So, I’m thinking things are going very well, when she starts fiddling with my computer. Then she looks around, and asks “Who’s that in the picture with you?”
“Oh, that’s my ex girlfriend.”
She picks up the picture “It’s a nice picture.”
Taking it away from her, “Yeah, my friend Sasha took it. But hey, I don’t want to think about that, I want to think about you.”
“Where’s the picture of you and me?”
I keep it on top of my sketch books. Last week, I showed them to my roomate, and being lazy, just put them on top of the picture. So, I pull it out, say “Here it is.” We reminice. I go to put it down on the floor, then decide to put it on the desk so it doesn’t just get covered up by laundry and stuff. As I’m doing so, she says “Yeah, just put it where it will get burried again.”
I responded with a sarcastic “Oh, shut up” intending it to be taken as a “don’t be so silly.”
She says “Fine,” and then refuses to say anything. After trying to talk to her for a bit, I say"What’s wrong?" “You told me to shut up, so I’m shutting up.”
“Get out” I say, again in a sarcastic tone. For me, it’s the same as “Get outta here,” again meaning quit being so childish. Her response?
“Okay,” so she grabs her shoes and walks into the living room. She’s being all kiddy like about it, but now all I can think is she’s playing little girly mind fuck games with me, and I’ve had enough of that shit, so I get pissed, put on my shoes, and drive her home. It was an hour long ride, full of stupid talk where she tells me all the flirting that had been going on the entire evening was, to her “Just two friends flirting and having fun. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lead you on.”
WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!
