In this report, I get a laneway blowjob off the chick and then my housemate Jake finishes her off back home. Also, a theme of the night was ‘role reversals’ where guys would do typical girl seduction stuff.
At Workers club, leaning on the wall while my student chats up a smoking Dutch girl.
I turn to my right and there's a cute dark haired girl leaning on the wall. Turns out she's in a huff because her friends are getting weird about two people in their social circle fucking.
"What the fuck..." I say, "that's lame. Sounds like you need some more sexually liberated friends."
"I do!" she exclaims.
"I'm Liam" I say putting out my hand. "So what's the deal?"
"I don't know, someone fucked someone else. I thought in this day and age people were more chilled about sex..."
"Yeah. Isn’t it usually girls stressing out about that stuff? Weird.” (Example #1 of guys being girls).
“Sounds like your friends have a Madonna whore complex. The idea that there are "'nice girls" who are pure and don't like sex, and "sluts".
"That's bullshit" she exclaimed. "I'm going to the bathroom. Ill be back!"
I stood waiting awkwardly for her, leaning on the wall while a nearby couple kept whispering about me, looking over, then looking away when I looked back. It was really uncomfortable.
"Wow, this must be what the social freedom missions I make my students do are like" I thought.
She returned and told me she was too hot and wanted to go home.
"No, stay and keep me company. I have to stay with my friend..."
"No, I want to leave now!"
"Is that an invitation?" I asked slyly.
"Sure, ok. Lets go."
I ummed and ahhed about it a bit longer because I didn't want to leave my student. “I should probably stay with my friend…” I said. Second typical girl response from a guy (me).
But he was locked in and flowing well with his girl. He had been living with me all week as part of a residential workshop, and had already banged 3 girls in 3 nights, so I trusted he’d be okay and eventually agreed to walk outside with her.
We walked outside and she told me the full saga of her friends.
"Everything exploded in my face tonight" she said innocently.
"Ah, is that what you're into...you want me to explode on your face" I said seductively while running a finger across the soft skin of her cheek.
She blushed, said "Nooo!" And kept on her story. At one point during the rant she threw her phone on the ground and stomped on it. When I told her she was crazy she said she just did it for dramatic effect. I asked if she wanted a hug.
"No!" she said. I could have taken this as a rejection and got defensive. But I just smiled and she said "I'm probably going to fuck you...so ummm... Ok fine I'll hug you!"
“Hmmm. I dunno about the sex. I should probably get back to my friend.” I said. I was serious, I was more worried about my student than me getting laid. (It turns out my suspicions were correct, he went on a date with his girl the next night and banged her.)
We kept walking and she complained about her sex life not being exciting enough in her teenage years.
"Ok let's make it exiting right now" I said, and pulled her in a lane way. "We probably shouldn't do this here" I said.
We kissed, and she sat down on a ledge and took my cock in her mouth and started bobbing away.
Eventually she stood up and turned around, pulling up her skirt. I pulled her panties to the side and started fingering her. "Do you have a condom?" I asked. Neither of us did, so she got back down on her knees. She seemed a bit frustrated that we weren't gonna fuck and it took her out of the moment a bit, so I whispered to her "This is so naughty, imagine if we got caught. Someone could just walk in and you'd be here all helpless on your knees... This is bad."
This really turned her on and she went back to enthusiastically blowing me.
"On your face or in your mouth?" I asked. She mumbled something muffled by the cock in her mouth, so I blew in her mouth and she eagerly sucked me dry.
I felt a bit bad about leaving my student, but he hadn’t written back to my texts so I assumed he was fine. I was right. I told myself “Oh well it was only a blowjob so it doesn’t count.” #3 example of guys acting like girls, classic girl excuse making/rationalizing “I was drunk so it didn’t count” “I'm on holiday so it doesn’t count” etc.
We sat in the lane for a bit longer talking about sex, then she said "You didn't make me cum! Come to my house and fuck me."
"After unloading in your mouth I'm in no state to. But you're in luck, because remember what I said about sexually liberated friends? My housemate Jake will fuck you. Come to my place its just around the corner."
I called him and said "I've got a girl here who wants to meet you." She smiled.
As we walked there she told me "Sometimes I will take a guy home because I don't want to pay a full cab fare."
She started going on about some guy she had a crush on and I said "All I can think about is that I didn't explode on your face like you asked me to."
"We'll you should have" she said, matter of factly.
"What? Fuck! Oh damn I didn't think you'd want that."
"Uh well I did. Hmpf” she huffed.
I was pissed off, but that type of filthy degrading sex act is only hot for me if the girl is into it, and at the time I wasn't sure she would take too kindly to having a stranger cum all over her face. Then again, she DID have my cock in her mouth...
To me this still shows the layers of sexual conditioning that I'm STILL removing... Part of me is shocked like "Wow you'd like that?!" even though I've experienced so much of that type of sexual expression from women and surround myself with adventurous experienced girls.
We got home, and Jake was on the computer. As I was coming up the stairs I was complaining loudly to myself about not blowing her face. "Dude I blew in her mouth but she wanted it on the face. I'm such a jerk."
He didn't bat an eyelid. This is part of how we're able to create these open sexual SPAM. He didn't react with judgment, or predatory lust. He was chill, so she felt chill.
I introduced them, and told him "I'm tapping out, you take over from here."
He took her upstairs for a cigarette and sent me a text a few hours later saying "Nice delivery
”
THIS NEXT PART IS WRITTEN BY MY HOUSEMATE:
The report which follows is the flip side of Liam's report. All of the which Liam describes above I had no idea of until the next morning after the girl had left. As such, most of the report is written blind to this until the end where its all paced together...
Its just past midnight and as I snap my lamp off for bed, the phone rings. I grumble to myself and answer, its Liam
− hey man what are you doing?
− Just got into bed
− I've got a friend coming back home with me that you should meet
− cool, I'll throw some shorts on
I knew Liam had gone to the Worker's Club, and despite the brief phone call it gave me plenty of information to work with. It was so brief because the 'friend' was obviously walking next to him, and he couldn't talk too much about the situation. Likewise I couldn't ask too many questions lest the phone call become stunted with Liam trying to indirectly word me up on what was going on. With what was said, there was one of two things going on. Either Liam was bringing two girls home, one of which was keen to fuck him while the other needed to be entertained, or, the 'friend' was someone I knew and had come close to sleeping with or had slept with before and Liam had invited her back so I could finish it off. It was good options however I looked at, so I got dressed and waited upstairs.
When the door opened, I heard Liam mid-conversation about exploding in or on something. Innuendo or not, such talk is very normal in this crew. When Liam arrives at the top of the stairs, there's only one girl in tow, and this girl I've never seen before. I strike out the original two scenarios in my head – the girl's friend whom I was supposed to wing got in a cab on the walk home, or, if it was a girl I knew previously, she also got in a cab on the way home. I figured this girl now sitting on our couch was Liam's for the night, and there was no reason for me to interfere, they'd go upstairs to bed at their leisure.
Not quite...
After russling around the kitchen for chicken and a protein shake, Liam comes over to me at the table,
− I'm tapping out, you take over from here
I nod, and turn to the girl
− Do you smoke? I have to take you up to see the view from the balcony
I fix us G&Ts, and off we go upstairs.
What happened in between Liam tapping out and me taking the girl upstairs is the lynch pin of the story. In the few years of being involved in the Natural crew, I've had plenty of girls delivered to the house, and plenty of easy overflow to scoop up and take to bed. Most of those times, I fucked it up. Those fuck ups were a combination of a lack of social intuition (not 'getting' the undertones of the situation) and massive trigger pulling fails. They were tough lessons to learn, where retrospectively you realise with great dismay that you somehow managed to steal a frustrated wank from the jaws of getting laid. However, this time there would be no such fuck up.
On the balcony, she repeated basically the same story she told Liam earlier about two people in her crew of friends sleeping together and it getting weird. One thing she also said was how often she'll go back to a guy's house to get out of paying for a cab and liked the feeling of being a whore. It was her way of flipping the bird to her religious upbringing and to anybody else who said women who enjoy sex are unchaste. She's drunk and her chatter rambles, though I can see she's rather intelligent. She can see through the standard narrative of relationships which says boy and girl should get married, then breed, then die. She disdains her friends who don't question this narrative and are just waiting for a boy to slap iron on their finger and impregnate them. She has an art exhibition currently showing and has a degree in something or other.
While we're talking about all this stuff, I physically escalated on her rather aggressively. I thought I would fuck her on the one of the deck chairs on the balcony. I had her legs wrapped around me with her skirt hitched up and I massaged her through her knickers. As I'm about to take them off she pulls back and stops me,
− I'm not doing this again
God damn it. Of all the times I've heard this I wonder why it is that I meet girls just as they're coming up for air from their slutty escapades. Or flipping it, how many girls have said this to a guy a week after they've fucked me without regard for what this society deems as moral conduct.
Though, experience tells me that correctly placed resistance is a part of seduction. Its a masculinity test to see if I'll respect her, or get weird and pushy. I pull back and we just chill and chat some more. Over a half hour or so I grab a beer and take her down to my room. We laze about for a bit on the bed and while lying down and talking I slowly and gently start removing her clothes.
She resists again, and again I reassure her with a change of tempo, softening of actions, and then continue. Odly, each time I try to kiss her she'll deflect it to her neck or chest. I don't think much of it and after much build up she flips herself over and I fuck her from behind. A few girls I've slept with in other one-night stand situations, when it comes to me entering them, have also flipped themselves over and want to get fucked hard from behind. This girl was the same and its such a turn on. She lay her head to the side with ass arched up and with extended arms pushed her hands into the bed so I could get inside her as deep as possible. With each thrust she slammed her ass ass back so she could be fucked hard.
We collapsed forward when it ended and she fell promptly asleep. I finished the rest of my beer and before I flicked the light off I text Liam,
− Nice delivery
After she left in the morning Liam and I shared stories and I got all his report above. After telling him mine I thought to myself, and then said a quiet thank-you to the recently left girl,
− Thank-you. Thank-you for not kissing me, that would have been flat out awkward had Liam snowballed me by proxy
CHAT