The Dateable Dork

Sorry about the relative silence around the blog lately.  I swear, I have a good excuse.  New Year’s Lips and I went out for a “nice evening” on Wednesday night, and Thursday night I was completely exhausted from all the (ahem) physical activity from Wednesday night.  Read on for the complete story…

We hadn’t seen each other in about a week and a half.  There was the email of doom [in which he said something totally rude and we didn't talk for several days], then he got the flu, and he was away at a bachelor party last weekend, and I’ve been hanging out with my girlfriends, and things were just kind of fizzling out.  But I missed him, and I think he missed me.  And despite our best judgment, I don’t think either one of us was ready to let go just yet.  So we decided to go out to dinner “someplace nice” on Wednesday night and make it a nice evening out.  I suggested a cute little French bistro – great food, cozy atmosphere, and definitely someplace where we can get dressed up and have a nice night out.  He said he’d pick me up at 7:30.  I said I’d see him then.

I had some time off work on Wednesday afternoon, and since I was all excited about seeing him again and getting dressed up later that night, I went on a little shopping spree that afternoon to ensure that I looked smokin’ hot for my date.  Since we were getting dressed up, I decided to get a new dress, and let me just say – I don’t wear dresses that often, especially in the winter.  But there I was, shopping for dresses on a random Wednesday afternoon, and I found the perfect dress.  I guess you would call it a “shirt dress;” the top is fitted like a shirt, it’s got a belt in the middle, and then a skirt attached.  Sounds strange, but man, it was a hot dress, and it fit me perfectly.  Just enough cleavage but not too much, showed off my flat stomach, and made me look nice and tall and lean.  Love it.  Picked up some fabulous shoes to match.  With the 4-inch heels, I was a solid 6 feet tall.  Whoa baby, I was a tall drink of water.  I looked great.  My legs were like 100 feet long.  I did my hair and spritzed on some perfume, I threw on some hot new underwear, and I was ready to go.  It was going to be a good night.

He shows up at my door at 7:30 as planned.  He looks great.  He’s wearing a nice blue dress shirt and black slacks, his hair is perfect, he smells great, and – the best part – he’s still got a few inches on me, even with the 4-inch heels.  Perfect.  We arrive at the restaurant just in time for our 8:00 reservation.  Before we get out of the car, he puts his hand on my thigh and pushes my skirt up a little, totally checking me out with this naughty little look on his face.  We get inside, and miraculously, they seat us at a corner booth right by the window – perfect.  Nice and cozy and somewhat cut off from other people in the restaurant.  He orders a martini.  The food is fabulous.  We share some chocolate mousse for dessert.  “Looks” are being exchanged throughout.  I give him that coy smile, and he gives it right back to me.  It was so nice to spend some time with him again, and I was just really enjoying the whole thing.  Despite my best effort, he insists on paying for dinner.  We get up to leave, and he leans in for a little kiss right before we start walking away from the table.  Very cute.  I feel butterflies.  This is a good sign.

Back at my apartment, we cuddle up on the couch.  I sit next to him and put my legs up over his lap.  He asks if he can unbutton another button on my dress, since he’s been getting glimpses of the cleavage all night, and he wants a better view.  Of course, I oblige.  He runs his hands up and down my legs – which look fabulous, by the way, especially in the new shoes.  Even I am turned on by how great I look.  Ha.  His chest feels so strong and muscular under his dress shirt.  And his arms – I’ve mentioned before that he has great arms – love those biceps.  This guy is hot.  I remember now.  I remember why I was so attracted to him in the first place.  And I think he remembers why he was attracted to me.  Mmmm… I’m having fun already, and the clothes are still on. 

He keeps playfully lifting my skirt up, trying to see exactly what I’ve got on under there.  I keep playfully pushing it back down.  It was cute.  We start kissing, and really, once that happens, it’s all downhill from there.  Before I know it, we’re completely devouring each other on the couch, I’m taking his shirt off, feeling every inch of his muscular chest, his gorgeous biceps, the remains of his six-pack.  We move into my bedroom, and he bends me over the dresser and starts fucking me from behind.  God, it was so fucking hot.  The best part was that we could watch it all happening in the mirror.  He’s thrusting into me, and the whole dresser is shaking, and I still have my dress on.  He told me later that he always wanted to just lift up a girl’s skirt and have sex fully dressed (well, he was naked, I was dressed).  I aim to please, and I was loving it anyway.  Very hot.  After a while he was getting a little uncomfortable standing up (he’s still on crutches from knee surgery, after all), so I straddle him on the bed and ride that cock until he explodes inside me.  Oh baby, I’ve missed that.

We must have had sex at least four or five times that night.  Holy shit, it was definitely a sexcapade.  I can’t even remember all the shit that happened.  I remember sucking him off a few times – the last time I had him twitching and squirming and screaming like he’s never done before.  How great!  It was absolutely amazing.  I love to watch him get off, and he loves to watch me suck his cock.  And you know I love sucking cock.  He ate me out a few times, and I love to watch that too.  There’s something about a guy’s face in your pussy that is just such a turn-on.  Holy shit.  There was some 69 involved, which was kind of challenging considering his knee situation, but we made it work.  We took lots of water breaks because the whole thing was just so intense, and I swear, my throat was sore the next day from all the heavy breathing.  I don’t think I’ve had that much sex in a 24-hour period in a while.  And it makes me want to do it again, like every night, for the rest of my life.  It was a really fun night.  Exhausting, but fun.

Holy shit, I need to wear dresses more often.  He was so turned on by it, and hell, so was I.  Remember how I’ve discovered (ha) that men like boobs and legs?  Yeah, I need to remember that.  I think getting dressed up made all the difference that night.

Oh, and we had this really long and detailed conversation about threesomes.  Neither one of us has ever done it, and we discussed all the things we’d like to do and exactly how we’d like to do it.  I’m definitely interested in doing all sorts of things – girl-girl, girl-guy-girl, guy-girl-guy, the whole nine yards.  New Year’s Lips is, of course, into everything involving two girls, but it took some convincing to get him to even consider the guy-girl-guy situation.  Apparently straight guys have a mortal fear of coming in contact with another cock, and a threesome with two guys is just too much to handle for some guys.  But he said he would consider it, and I think I actually believe him.  Although he did say that he would need to be promised a girl-guy-girl threesome as a “reward” for doing the guy-girl-guy thing.  Ha, boys are so silly.  Anyway, whatever.  No plans have been made, but it was definitely fun to talk about it with him. 

So our nice dinner out wound up being a breath of fresh air that managed to (temporarily?) revive our dying “relationship.”  (Notice the quotes.)  We had a great night – good food, good conversation, good sex.  He slept over that night, and we even had somewhat of a lazy morning in bed before work the next day.  It was cute.  He even stuck around while I showered and ate breakfast.  We have plans to go to a friend’s birthday party tomorrow, so at least we seem to be back in the habit of hanging out again.  I’d like to give this another chance, because honestly, I really do like him.  Things aren’t perfect, but he’s a great guy, and I want to give this another shot.  We’ll see how it goes.

Oh, and did I mention that I left my fabulous 4-inch heels on during all the sex?  Very hot.  Mental note: the combination of shoes and sex can really push me over the edge.  God, I can be such a girl sometimes.  : )