| This was a textbook rapid escalation. From saying hi to sticking my dick in her in 30 minutes. She was standing against the wall, alone, for no obvious reason. But to me it was clear she was waiting for a guy to approach her (looking for dick.)
I approached her. "Is that a bow tie?"
"No" she said dismissively.
"Oh I just thought it looks like...."
"Girls don't wear bow ties...” she cut in, like I was an idiot.
"Well… it looks nice anyway" I said with a smile. I wasn't thrown by her attitude, I saw that she was just nervous that a guy was talking to her.
It would have been easy for me to get reactionary and try to engage in verbal warfare, but that would have made it worse. I saw that she was just nervous around boys, and me trying to put her down would have increased her nervousness. Instead I just kept my relaxed and warm energy, and eventually she warmed to me.
I asked her how her night was going, and she shrugged. "Do you normally come here?" she asked me, "Coz everyone's always raving about it" she said in a too cool for school voice.
To most guys she would seem like a mega unobtainable bitchy chick, but to me she was just a dorky kid trying to look cool by not caring.
"You don't like it?"
"It's okay I guess."
I asked her if she was French. She responded in slow but articulate French. We continued to talk in French.
She told me she had nearly finished exams. "Awww...Want a hug?" I asked her, and picked her up and span her around. She grinned like crazy at this sign of dominance.
When I put her down, we were both leaning on the wall, and our hands were brushing together. I reached out and held her hand. It was very subtle, no one else could see, it was our little secret. That made it more exciting, we were breaking the rules together.
I introduced my wing, and was gonna keep partying with him, so I turned to her and got her number in French. During this process I had to repeat myself a few times so I got in really close to her ear, brushing my lips up her neck. I could feel her leaning in towards my face, so as I turned back my lips traced across her face and slid across her lips. We had an almost kiss but I kept turning. I had a massive hard on, so I took her hand and slid it towards my crotch. She could feel it stiff, and grasped the tip in her fingertips. My wing saw it was time to leave and went home.
I told her we should go for a walk. She hesitated, and I said "Just outside...it's too hot in here." She walked a metre, and hesitated again. "Come on" I said firmly, holding her hand, and pulled her. As I started to walk, I loosened my grip. I didn't want to force her, just to lead her confidently. If she didn’t follow at this point I wouldn’t have persisted. I was walking the fine line of knowing when to take the lead while giving her space to feel relaxed, comfortable and safe.
We got outside, and I said "Let's just go for a walk down here." She didn't say yes or no so I kept waking. We sat down on a step, and she asked my what I studied. I told her music. "I can show you my music, I live just right near here..."
She seemed warm to the idea but was cautious. "Only for 20 minutes. We still have our stamps, we can come back after."
"Ok. Just for 20 minutes." She said.
Since we were both speaking French it meant we had to talk extraaaaa slowwwwwly. Speaking slowly and leaving silence creates massive sexual tension. For inexperienced guys this tension can often be mistaken for awkwardness, but it is vital for turning an interaction sexual. It also demonstrates an ability to stay in control under pressure.
This slow speech filled in a lot of time and before we knew it we were at the tram stop. We got on the tram, still speaking in French.
It's important to note that I was relaxed the whole time. She was cautious, and if I had been nervous she would have sensed that and might not have followed my lead. I had to build a massive amount of trust in a short time frame and me being relaxed allowed that to happen. This is a result of exposing myself to high-pressure situations in the form of approaching women, getting rejected, and pushing my comfort zone. The relaxed energy I carry as a result of that experience pays off massively now. All those rejections are worth it for the calm vibe I transmit to women.
We walked into the natural mansion and she went nuts at the place. "Wow! This place is awesome!" She squealed when she got on the balcony. It’s not extravagant, but to a 2nd year uni student who lives in a 1 bedroom dorm, a 3 story apartment is a palace. She jumped onto me, wrapped her legs around me, and started pashing me. I grabbed her juicy ass checks and started dry humping her, before carrying her to the bedroom. I turned on my red lamp (these are a MUST, good lighting is such a sexy mood) and we started undressing each other. Soon she was naked, I threw her on the bed, and felt her pussy lips slippery.
I rolled her on top of me and she said "Condom", as I reached for one. I stuck my cock in her mouth as I rolled it on, spat on her pussy to lube the outside and slid it in.
I pumped her aggressively for about a minute, and then slowed down into a rhythm. I was growling and biting her, and I could feel myself getting close to cumming so I backed off.
"I need to rest for a second" I said, and suddenly she started desperately repeating "Don't lose it! Come on! Go! You're almost there!"
I instantly thought that she must have had an ex who used to go soft, and also that she knew she wouldn't cum from a one night stand so just wanted me to fuck her fast and cum. I've always found that kind of strange but I think some girls have a fantasy to be fucked really hard and fast for a short period of time before the man explodes (in the context of a quicke/rapid encounter). I've had other girls tell me that before, so I just pounded her till I had a shuddering orgasm inside her. It was a pretty poor performance by me but I didn't really care, she got her fantasy fulfilled of being swept off her feet and taken to a classy place for some intense pounding, and didn't seem keen to wait for round to as she still had exams on the next day. I bid her farewell, she had a giggle with my housemates on the way downstairs and she left.
I feel totally used. She never even listened to my music. It turns out she just wanted to come back to my place for sex. She manipulated me into bed with her lies!
This is probably the first classy rapid escalation I've done: one where I've had a swell pad to take her to. Usually it's the club bathroom, a lane way, a park...
Another thing to note is I was on day 3 of a 30 day ‘be good looking’ challenge, where I make an effort to present myself excellently every day, no matter what. I wear a suit to the supermarket, I trim my beard, I style my hair, I match my clothes. For someone who used to reject ‘fashion’ as a way to rebel as a teenager, this is a way for me to fully embrace wanting to look good. Yesterday, I was awake for 30 hours with intensely painful tonsillitis, and I still put a suit on to go to the doctor. Feels good!
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