A Tale of Two
Rose
"Hey Rose ... " I greeted her.
"Hey." Rose arrived at my apartment Friday night, with a tinge of frustration in her voice.
"Im fine. Where's your ____ ?" I went into my room to get my bowl and lighter. Rose seemed on an apparent mission to do her business with me: getting high and making out, and while I couldnt understand what was wrong with her, and though I would have liked to know, the important matter was that she arrived. Her socks were striped and went knee-high as she almost wore this girdle like shirt that pushed up her pillowy breasts.
"Be careful ..." I caution as she inhaled, "I added JWH." Rose didnt care, and with that, her limbs fell softly by her side and eye-lids drooped as I sat on the couch with the TV on, maybe making it not so apparent what we were here for. Maybe she wanted to talk first, or watch a movie or play Tekken 6. I tried making small talk, all over her answers responding with a quick 'nope' or 'yup' or shrugs. I didnt want to make it seem like she was there only as a sex object, and technically she wasn't, but did she care?
NOPE!
Rose immediately sat on the couch, and wrapped herself around me. I soon immediately took control, laid on top of her, grabbed her arms and forced holding them down on the couch so she couldnt escape; it was exactly what she and I liked, and kissed passionately like a preamble to a porn.
"You seem a bit friskier today." I interrupted our love making, and by "friskier" I meant "more aggressive", like she was there only to make out and ready for business.
"Well I missed you." She replied.
"You never miss me." Something was up with Rose. "Whats going on, Rose?"
"Nothing! I cant miss you?" And with that, I let it be. We made out for about half an hour, and after much boob grabbing and dry-humping, Rose, like always, got up and left and went home to her boyfriend.
Sheila
"Your daughter?!" I asked surprised. Sheila took me to her place after we had met for the first time at the mall after grabbing some coffee. I wasnt impressed with Sheila. She could stand to lose a couple of pounds, had this strange ghetto accent and a tucked in chin that I didnt find too appealing. That isn't to say I didnt enjoy her company, in fact, I made it clear that I met her on the basis of friendship, and thats where it seemed to be staying.
Sheila lives with her sister and has a daughter, "Violet" sleeping somewhere in one of the rooms. I met Sheila's sister briefly after she was muddling in the kitchen, then went to sleep.
"Ya, she's eight. She's been having trouble sleeping lately ... Dont know if she's gonna bug us." Bug us? Was I staying there for long? I wasn't exactly comfortable. I dont date or even have friends, usually, with chicks who have kids and I wasn't exactly fascinated in exploring a deeper connection with Sheila, but she sat me on the couch, and before you know it we were watching Finding Nemo.
"Okay, well, I should probably be going." I said after about an hour sitting on the couch in her slightly messy living room, clothes flung haphazardly, toys displaced, books .... unshelved. Just move along, Mark! Sheila and I got up, she stood close to me .. 'Oh God ... She's into me ...' I thought. And with complete confidence on her face and voice she asked,
"Ill see you some other time?"
"Uh, ya, I can definitely see you. You seem pretty cool." And I did think she was okay, but I said it in a tone where I just wanted to stay friends. Was this in her plan.
NOPE!
Sheila leaned up, kissed me, my being slightly surprised, pulled away, kissed me again, ... and then oh yes ... here came the tongue; she gave me the sloppiest french I have ever had from a girl, spit nearly drooling out of our mouths and she continued for about fifteen seconds before finally stopping.
"Alright, .... well ... I know you dont like night driving." She laughed as it was one of our previous topics. "Goodnight." And with that I left ... With spit on my chin.
Fuck.
"Hey Rose ... " I greeted her.
"Hey." Rose arrived at my apartment Friday night, with a tinge of frustration in her voice.
"Im fine. Where's your ____ ?" I went into my room to get my bowl and lighter. Rose seemed on an apparent mission to do her business with me: getting high and making out, and while I couldnt understand what was wrong with her, and though I would have liked to know, the important matter was that she arrived. Her socks were striped and went knee-high as she almost wore this girdle like shirt that pushed up her pillowy breasts.
"Be careful ..." I caution as she inhaled, "I added JWH." Rose didnt care, and with that, her limbs fell softly by her side and eye-lids drooped as I sat on the couch with the TV on, maybe making it not so apparent what we were here for. Maybe she wanted to talk first, or watch a movie or play Tekken 6. I tried making small talk, all over her answers responding with a quick 'nope' or 'yup' or shrugs. I didnt want to make it seem like she was there only as a sex object, and technically she wasn't, but did she care?
NOPE!
Rose immediately sat on the couch, and wrapped herself around me. I soon immediately took control, laid on top of her, grabbed her arms and forced holding them down on the couch so she couldnt escape; it was exactly what she and I liked, and kissed passionately like a preamble to a porn.
"You seem a bit friskier today." I interrupted our love making, and by "friskier" I meant "more aggressive", like she was there only to make out and ready for business.
"Well I missed you." She replied.
"You never miss me." Something was up with Rose. "Whats going on, Rose?"
"Nothing! I cant miss you?" And with that, I let it be. We made out for about half an hour, and after much boob grabbing and dry-humping, Rose, like always, got up and left and went home to her boyfriend.
Sheila
"Your daughter?!" I asked surprised. Sheila took me to her place after we had met for the first time at the mall after grabbing some coffee. I wasnt impressed with Sheila. She could stand to lose a couple of pounds, had this strange ghetto accent and a tucked in chin that I didnt find too appealing. That isn't to say I didnt enjoy her company, in fact, I made it clear that I met her on the basis of friendship, and thats where it seemed to be staying.
Sheila lives with her sister and has a daughter, "Violet" sleeping somewhere in one of the rooms. I met Sheila's sister briefly after she was muddling in the kitchen, then went to sleep.
"Ya, she's eight. She's been having trouble sleeping lately ... Dont know if she's gonna bug us." Bug us? Was I staying there for long? I wasn't exactly comfortable. I dont date or even have friends, usually, with chicks who have kids and I wasn't exactly fascinated in exploring a deeper connection with Sheila, but she sat me on the couch, and before you know it we were watching Finding Nemo.
"Okay, well, I should probably be going." I said after about an hour sitting on the couch in her slightly messy living room, clothes flung haphazardly, toys displaced, books .... unshelved. Just move along, Mark! Sheila and I got up, she stood close to me .. 'Oh God ... She's into me ...' I thought. And with complete confidence on her face and voice she asked,
"Ill see you some other time?"
"Uh, ya, I can definitely see you. You seem pretty cool." And I did think she was okay, but I said it in a tone where I just wanted to stay friends. Was this in her plan.
NOPE!
Sheila leaned up, kissed me, my being slightly surprised, pulled away, kissed me again, ... and then oh yes ... here came the tongue; she gave me the sloppiest french I have ever had from a girl, spit nearly drooling out of our mouths and she continued for about fifteen seconds before finally stopping.
"Alright, .... well ... I know you dont like night driving." She laughed as it was one of our previous topics. "Goodnight." And with that I left ... With spit on my chin.
Fuck.