| It’s Monday night and I’m completely spent. Like some iced out sex gimp she had refused to leave my bed or my apartment for almost a week. I lost count of how many times we had fucked, all the filthy things she made me do to her and how many times I had woken up to her sweetly lying next to me. Didn’t she have a home? Was there an unhealthy infatuation developing? or did she simply just want to push things as far as I’d let her?.
It all began last Wednesday night on our first date. It was a cold stormy night waiting for her underneath the Harbourside monorail station. I’d met this girl a few weeks back in the city on a Friday sarging session. After some back and forth email exchanges, here I stood, waiting underneath this half eaten umbrella, avoiding lightening strikes and eye-balling every hot Asian girl I saw emerging from the downpour.
Besides the horrendous weather the worst thought was perhaps I’d been stood up.. it was 25 minutes past the rendezvous time, I was at the rally point where the fuck was she. I struck dialogue with a late 20’s Japanese substitute called jenny. This interaction lasted another 15 minutes and if it weren’t for that wedding ring I might very well have invited her back to my warm apartment instead. I bailed and headed for home to reluctantly write up my first official stand up.
The plan was for her to come over and cook for me… what had happened?
Perhaps some last minute dosage of anti slut serum had shot through her system causing this flake…
Whatever the case, I had no phone to confirm it. I almost never tried and this episode was so close to never being written.
But in fact I did call, out of intrigue. From a payphone on my street corner I dialed and she picked up straight away. She simply explained that she was running awfully late and right now was waiting for me back at the rally point. “Oh and I met your friend too, Jenny or something… she said she knew you” play “Oh yeah me and Jenny go way back, anyways I’ll see you soon. By the way it’s not very impressive how late you are, I wasn’t even going to call, your lucky I did. Anyway see you in a few minutes”
Back onto the rainy side streets behind the Mercure hotel I made my down to the rally point for the second time.
I approached the station but there was no obvious sign of her. It took me several minutes but eventually spotted her…. A small sexy character sitting sheepishly on the staircase reading a _______ novel.
C is kind of girl that makes you quickly re-calibrate your initial perception of innocence. She appears to be quite harmless from the outside, 19 and devilishly cute. When her eyes aren’t lost in the margins of some stimulating publication and they lift what seem like stories to meet yours, she has “that look”. A brief background on C… she has for the most part of her life been a chronic over achiever. She had been conditioned from an early age to excel in multiple areas including music, dance, arts and English literature. She speaks several romantic languages and has the clear visual characteristics of a phillo-spanish Latina pedigree. She can’t be more than 150cm tall or forty kilograms in weight. With shiny olive skin, an adorable round face, a permanent cheeky smile and big brown eyes. Her birth parents never cared much and frankly couldn’t afford to. Life is tough on the poverty ridden majority of Manila City’s north. But while her prominently wealthy adoption parents provided many things in her life, including a top tier all catholic girls school education, all the comforts of a higher socio economic post code; there were abuses both subtle and unforgivable that made her the repressed, passively aggressive, and sexually expressive young girl that I was unknowingly going to be feeling the full weight of over the next few days.
“Hey bookworm” she was unreactive, calmly finished the paragraph she was on then looked up and smiled. “Hey” play “You know your lucky I called, being that late is a pretty red flag” bookworm “heheh a gentleman would have waited an hour” play “a douche bag would have waited an hour, a gentleman a tenuous half hour”
I set the tempo early and moved forward with “Alas the first order of business is that you come under this umbrella here and we walk down to the harbor where “Plastiki” is docked”. This pile of recyclable bottles fashioned into a catamaran, powered by wind & solar energies and captained by David De Rothschild is the first eco-vessel of it’s kind. A real tribute to man’s unwillingness to abuse mother nature any further. Or was it just the pet project of a spoilt rich kid sick of being labeled by the British working class and the chain collar conformities of higher society.
Less than a minute from the monorail station tucked away under the Pyrmont Bridge sat Plastiki. The harbor was fierce that night, swelled up with a relentless fall of heavy rain drops. We could barely see the 10 meters along the port at her. A large metal fence stood in between us and the docking bay. A concerned security guard approached. I tried to bribe him at first “$100 if you let my girl and I jump over for a quick peak?” He wasn’t buying in. I tried to appeal to his humanitarian side “Look, sir my girlfriend is a boatperson, fresh off some torturous voyage on a people smugglers route from Indonesia. Damn it do you know the conditions she had to deal with to get here?” Of course this was all said in good humor and it prompted the appropriate response from both of them. Yet we still were not allowed to pass. “Ok, I’ll give you five green backs right now, to turn away while we jump over. No one will ever know”. Some pathetic excuse about video cameras was thrown back at me. I felt sorry for the security guard more than anything… We spoke for a few minutes about Plastiki then I took bookworm under my wing and we headed back to my apartment.
By this stage I think that I had demonstrated a spontaneous and entertaining side. Perhaps even the utterance of a monetary bribe had her considering my protection value.
Back in the apartment we sat in the living room, christened a bottle of champagne and ran through bookworms shopping list she had brought in preparation of making me Paella for dinner. I gave her the tour which eventually lead to my room. I’d usually sit out on the balcony, play some music and set the emotional tone that way. But tonight there wav a storm outside so we sat side by side on the bed. As we spoke and slowly started to feel the vino settle I began to escalate with my touch.
Ten minutes of this, I wav relaxed and calm. When the moment was right, when she held my gaze for just the right amount of time, I told her to kiss me. Thirty seconds passed and when we broke she said “I like being kissed hard, soft kissing is weak” ha! I immediately threw her down on the bed and started passionately kissing her. This lead into her getting a bit more comfortable, removing her boots, taking her jacket off, reaching down my jeans and lightly teasing me. This was all happening a lot quicker than I think we both imagined. Bookworm “woah, ok we should slow down..” play “Yeah your right, I’ll grab a plate of food and some more champagne” I returned with a platter of strawberries, chocolate and toasted baguettes. Sucking on strawberries and melting chocolate did nothing to lower our sexual temperature and before long we were back on each other.
Her delicate hands negotiated my belt buckle easily and started to slid up and down my cock. I fingered her furiously and ripped of her soaked panties. We wrestled playfully under the covers and into position. Continuing to drink and fool around I held her and slowly guided myself inside. As she moaned, I nibbled on her neck and began a feisty and passionate first time. This unbecoming creature was a fucking freak in bed, the sex was wild, hard and fantastic. I caught glimpses in the mirror of this sexy little Asian body being fucked hard from behind by a well toned and skillful PUA. Such a turn on that I pulled out blew a load all over her back in that moment.
We continued to drink and fuck all night, I lost count of how many times we both came.
Somewhere in the early hours of the morning I recall her opening up to me and I was a little taken back as to how much she was sharing with me. There were confessions of a troubled childhood, an abusive father and a campaign of unhealthy sexual liaisons. I had to stop her when she brought up a close family members suicide. Goddamn I’m not prepared to handle this amount of baggage at such an early stage. I held her close and gave her reassurances about life, the ups and downs, the highs and lows. What became abundantly clear is she wasn’t going back to her home in The Hills shire tonight. At least tonight she would be safe falling to sleep in my arms.
I awoke at 7am to find he still in my arms, kissing my neck and playing with me. We had a more intimate and real connection now. Morning sex simply takes on a whole new set rules. I rolled out of bed and went about my regular routine to prepare for the working day. She seemed so peaceful lying in my bed I didn’t want to disturb her. I filled a bottle of water and placed it on the side of the bed. I laid out a towel for her, kissed her cheek and said on the way out “I have to go to work now, but take your time. I’ll contact you later today”
My esteemed colleagues at work wondered what the fuck I was doing, leaving a stranger in my apartment unattended. The truth is I trusted her, but their words made me quickly question whether I was being played. I received an email in the early afternoon. It was bookworm messaging me from under the sheets, she hadn’t moved and was waiting for me to come home so she could have her way with me again. –brilliant.
I arrived home to find her lying across my bed in a negligee, legs spread and candles flickering. After one of the best blowjobs in my life, garnished with a masterful style at jerking me off I released all the tension of a hard days work into her mouth. This is great I thought, I can happily come home to this every night.
We went out to a Chinese restaurant that night and walked around Darling Harbor. She had spent her day lying in my bed thinking sexy thoughts and creating a poem that she handed me over dinner. A heartfelt bond was being formed here albeit a little to quick for my liking. I moved forward cautiously.
We lay in bed drinking vodka off each others bodies, fucking like bunny rabbits. She shared further colorful stories of her past. This time she explained that the secretive nights out with friends after piano class were actually being spent working for tips at Hooters. A charade that lasted more than six months without her parents knowing. Then a detailed account of some swine in blue uniform who propositioned her with five minutes in the back of his squad car for fifty bucks and a ride home. Why was she telling me all of this I wondered… This girl was like a piñata filled with twisted little secrets, shake her and a few vibrant tales pop out.
In the morning it seemed the natural course to again leave her lying in my bed.
When 7pm rolled around I felt drained. Two nights on the diesel filled with the exhaustions of untamed sex with the bookworm had me beat. I stomached a few ales with work crew but could barely lift the schooner glass. I saw Chicago again but she didn’t seem to have the same playfulness as last week. I told her I still don’t have a phone but that I’d email her over the weekend to organize a day to hang out. I chose to call it a night by 9pm. No sarging, no new numbers. Just a quick walk home, a quiet vino alone and a well deserved sleep.
I half expected bookworm to still be at my apartment but I was relieved when she wasn’t.
The next day bookworm rocked up to my house and became a part of my plan to watch the Wallabies Vs All Blacks test match at the sports theatre at star city casino. I had planned to go there and solo sarge, watch the game and maybe throw a few hundred down the texas hold’em tales. She said she hadn’t been home yet, that she had come from a friend’s house and left her wallet there. When it came time to prove her identity at the casino entrance my dream of watching the match on the big screen was shattered with her denial and lack of age proving credentials. Fair enough she looks about fifteen years old to the untrained eye.
We found a local bar and I bribed them to put the football on the big screen. Dance music and a small crowd of prepubescent party goers was transformed into blokish rugby commentary, haka’s and a new crowd of male dominated beer swigging onlookers. I had single handedly changed the dynamic of this small tavern. The rest of that night we lay in bed massaging each other with coconut oil, eating fortune cookies, laughing, fucking and watching DVD’s.
Sunday wav to be a day filled with writing up first times. The thing with dating a 19 year old is that it’s just so easy to do. It started with a whisper in my ear that morning “I’m going for a shower feel free to join me” This was our wild sex scene, hard and fast against the cold ceramics of the shower wall. When she told me she’d never done that before it set the scene for the day. I introduced her to the vulgarity of smoking nicotine on the ferry ride across the harbor to North Sydney. I bought her candy floss and we took pictures with the clowns at a famous Sydney theme park she had never been to. We walked across the Sydney harbour bridge (another first) then broke into the darling harbor boat show around 6pm on the hunt for inflatable beach balls and green aliens.
Monday morning after bookworm cooked us a four course breakfast I lay on my balcony drinking strong coffee and soaking up the mid morning sunlight as she went down on me. This little pocket rocket had serviced me so well these past five days together I may never need sex again. Given all of this I hoped to god that she would leave today. I dropped subtle hints and made a plan to see her later in the week. A plan I’m not sure whether I will keep. I just don’t want to hurt another girl this soon after bunny killer and swalls.
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