| Friday night was my first time out using what we have all been learning about pick up. I had varying degrees of success, but overall, I think I did well.
Friday, I travelled to SC from FL to visit my hometown after 10 years of absence. I called up an old friend when I got there and set up a date to go to a local bar.
When I got there, one of her friends was with her. The one I called was an 8, and her friend was a 7.5 or so. I immediately chatted it up with the friend and we all got touchy comfortable really quickly. So far, we were still in the parking lot.
When we entered the bar, I had one girl on each arm. I was leaning back ever so slightly, and I had the biggest shit-eating grin I could muster on my face. The bar was a little dead, but we were noticed as we strolled through the door. The girls immediately saw some friends of theirs, and dragged me over for the intros.
One chick seemed to be bummed, so I sat next to her. All the girls had been paying her special attention since we walked in, so I assumed she was someone of at least a little importance. I moved in without introducing myself, and began asking just what the hell she had to be so morose about.
It worked. I was the only person that didn't ak her if I could get her a drink, or try to cheer her up. As she turned to face me, I got a good look at her. She was an easy 8.75. Just as she started to speak, some friends I hadn't seen in like 15 years caught sight of me and ran over to hug and kiss me. They dragged me away to introduce me to another group. This was the scenario for the first two hours.
Later, I returned to my original group. Now the 8.75 was all over me. Apparently, she thought I was some kind of celebrity or something, because it seemed like either everyone in the bar knew who I was, or wanted to know.
She kissed me a few times, and I got the occasional "accidental" cock brush with the hand. She got a little too drunk while I was out chatting it up, though, and I couldn't bring myself to take advantage.
I instead turned and focussed my attention back on the 8 from earlier. This one seemed promissing. We hopped to another bar, and she grabbed my hand and ground her ass into my crotch for every song that came on. When I started getting people to take pictures of us, I had intended to ask if they thought we made a cute couple. No need. She grabbed my hands and rubbed them all over her nice round C's for the pictures. Then she turned and kissed me. Now we were getting somewhere.
I took her home that night, and we lay down in the bed together. I really thought this was going to go down, when her bf came home! OOOPS...I guess I should have asked about that one ahead of time.
I grabbed my shit and said that I'd call her. I went out as he was headed in. I didn't call.
The next night, I went out to the same spot, and met up with a few chicks from the night before. I chatted with a few and kissed one or two. No big deal that night. Kinda slow.
The big night came on Sunday. I didn't get laid, but read on:
I went to visit my sister, and her roommate was home. I introduced myself and began to talk to her about the normal shit...how she liked living in my hometown, blah, blah. I looked her over and gave her about a 7. She had what could be a big rack, but she was wearing sweats and it was hard to tell. She asked if I had enjoyed my visit, and I told her that it had been fun, but I hadn't gotten to go out and see the town after being gone so long. I told her to go get dressed and she could have the honor of showing me around. She got up, looked me over, and told me to wait ten minutes and she'd get ready.
When she came out, she was wearing slacks and a blouse. I had been wrong. She was an 8.5 easy! She asked where I wanted to go, and I said, "I need coffee." As she turned to head out the door, I reached out and grabbed her hand. She squeezed mine and they locked together.
We went to a local coffee shop and we each bought our own coffee. She wanted to sit inside, but I grabbed her hand and led her out to sit on the swings that overlooked the harbor. Here's how the conversation went:
HB: So how does it feel to be home?
Me: Great! I've seen friends I haven't seen in 15 years.
HB: 15? Where have you been?
Me: (interrupting) Here, sit here. This looks like a good spot.
Me: So tell me more about yourself. Is there more to you than just living in my sister's place and working at a daycare?
HB: Oh yeah...I am going to school for my bachelors in Business.
Me: Business, huh? It's kinda cold out tonight. (I reached out and pulled her a little closer.)
HB: I don't get to come down to the water very often.
Me: Yeah...I used to come here all the time. I like to people-watch. It's fun to watch mating rituals in action.
HB: Mating rituals?
Me: Yep. People act like animals.
HB: How so?
Me: Well, have you ever seen two lions mate? The male first is attracted by scent. He sniffs the female like this. (I lean in and sniff up her neck to the bottom of her ear.) When you see two people hold each other close, I imagine that the male is checking the female for congruence.
HB: (now with a gleam in her eye and staring at me with full attention) I guess I could see that.
Me: Then, as the female shows interest, the male pushes for more physical contact. He may pull her in close or bite her to show that he means business. The lions sometimes bite the back of the neck, pulling on the hair of the mane. Like this. (i reached out and ran my hand up the back of her neck and grabbed a handful of hair. I pulled down hard enough to cause her to tilt her head back a little, but not enough to hurt her)
HB: (she made no comment, but now a smile had covered her face.)
Me: Sometimes, they bite the neck itself, like here...(i touched her skin just above the jugular.) This is the point where the body's life blood runs closest to the surface. I don't know why they do that one, but it looks erotic as hell. People do it sometimes in the throws of passion. Here try it. Bite me here. (I point to the spot on my neck)
HB: (she leans in and gives me a playful bite.)
Me: Not like that...like this. (I lean in and bite her neck. I didn't mean to leave a mark, but I did anyway...a little one) Now...try again.
HB: (she leaned in and gave me a good bite.) I was sure it was on at this point.
When she leaned back, I followed her face with mine and kissed her. She leaned into me as the kiss continued, and I put my hand on the back of her neck. Breathless, I broke away from the kiss and asked if she wanted to get out of there. She led the way.
We walked out to the truck, and I suddenly realized that I had nowhere to take her. I hadn't actually planned on getting her hot enough to sleep with her. She lived with my sister, and I was staying with family.
We got into the truck, and she leaned in and kissed me again. I asked her where we should go, and she reached out and held my hand. No answer. Shit! So I suggested that we drive out to see the river from the lookout. It was all I could think of at the moment.
During the drive, we chatted a little and petted a little. When we got there, it was good and dark and fairly secluded. I climbed into the passenger seat and she sat on my lap. The petting/groping got pretty heavy. But every three minutes or so, she would tell me that we needed to slow down. I would try to freeze her out, but there wasn't much room to withdraw. In the end, nothing happened.
I took her home and I went back to my family's house. The next day, I left for home. When I got back to FL, she had emailed me and when I opened the attachments she had included some nude shots of herself! How the hell did I get nude photos and not even a BJ?!?
All in all, the weekend was a success. I had never had success of that nature in such rapid order. This stuff realy does work. Next time, I won't wait until I have three days to report. Tonight, I'm going out with a chick that has a boyfriend. I'll try out the boyfriend destroyers I have in my arsenal and let you know the results.
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