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So yesterday afternoon, we're chatting on Facebook. Her living situation has completely fallen through. She originally moved here to go to school and work at a hospital. She moved in with this guy over in the artsy side of town that had posted an ad on Craigslist saying he was in need of a room mate. After living there for a few weeks, the guy ends up knocking up this chick that he's been seeing for all of two weeks and he completely abandons my friend with the house and bills to take care of. Tricky situation as she she was never on the lease, so the landlord more or less told her she had 3 days to get the fuck out as she "had no legal right to be there" to begin with.
We're chatting on Facebook and she asks me if I would be willing to help her move some furniture in the morning. She says she'll give me gas money and get me drunk. Damn persuasive girl. She knows what Daddy likes.
It really did come at a good time too. I've had a little string of bad luck myself the past couple of weeks. I'm still maintaining my lawn care business, but I've also had to take a crappy night job at a fast food joint just to ensure my ass is covered. I'm not sweating that though, as I know that by this time next month, I'm going to be riding high.
I tell her that I would be glad to help her out. I was down to fumes in my gas tank and I sure could use a few bucks. I ask her what time she wants to get started in the morning.
Her: How bout you just spend the night with me
Well alright then. I guess that settles that. She's going to not only pay me, but get me drunk so that I can help her move furniture. And she wants me to stay the night with her. This is looking more and more like a win/win.
I finish up my shift at the fast food place and head over to her hotel. She's staying in a hotel because her ex room mate didn't pay the electric bill at the house and the food in the fridge over there has started to spoil. I don't fucking blame her one bit for not wanting to stay there.
I park my car and walk up to her room. She's got the door open. She's standing in it smoking a cigarette. Now, if you remember from the other report I wrote about her, she was a little on the heavy side for my taste. My taste in women's bodies generally tends to favor girls that are "thick" but not obese. I really appreciate a woman with curves, but there is a line that I don't like to cross with that. This chick is just over that line. Just barely. I also mentioned in the other report that she has a fun personality and that there is something about her that makes me believe she has some serious potential to be a certified hotty.
Part of what makes me believe that is the way that she talks about herself. She talks about how frustrated she is by all of the recent stress in her life and how this is the most unstable she has ever been, the most out of shape she has ever been and how the first priority in her life after she gets herself settled in after this chaotic run is going to be a military-style workout regimen. She used in the Marines. I believe what she says.
Bottom line is I am attracted to her as she is now. Yes, she would be a lot MORE attractive if she lost about 20 lbs or so, but that's neither here nor there. All that matters to me is that she makes my cock hard.
She's standing in the doorway smoking. I notice that she has put some time and effort into dolling herself up. Her hair and makeup are looking really cute. She's wearing a sun dress with a zipper at the top. It is pulled low to show off her cleavage. Did I mention this girl has some of the most amazing tits I've ever seen?
I roll into the room and grab a beer. She has bought a twelve pack for me. There is not refrigerator in the room, so it looks like I'm going to have to drink fast or settle with warm beer. Compromises. What can ya do?
I crack open a beer and have a seat next to the dresser. I roll myself a cigarette. She sits down on the bed. We start chatting. She tells me a little more about the situation with her ex room mate. We talk about dating and the experiences we've had with dating sites». I get a text from the other girl I mentioned in the other report, the other one that LMR'ed me in her apartment, then asked me if I wanted to go on a date with her.
I tell my friend about her. I tell her exactly what went down with the LMR. She starts telling me how she's always afraid that if she sleeps with a guy on the first date that he'll never call her again. She says that she figures it's because the guy assumes she's a slut if she gives it up to quickly. I won't get into specific dialogue, but I'll say that I went on a little rant about the ridiculous nature of rampant Madonna/Whore complex in society these days.
Matter of fact, if you're a newb to this board, to this community in general and just starting to learn about all of this stuff, the first thing you should be doing is working to rid yourself of Madonna/Whore complex. Seriously. It is a douche bag mentality and it's ruining what would have been perfectly easy and low-drama, low-maintenance lays for all of us. There is no such thing as a slut OR a good girl, mmmkay??
Anyway, it went like that for about an hour or so. I sat in the chair next to the dresser. I drank beer and smoked cigarettes. We chatted. I didn't even bother to get closer to her. I was taking my time. I was even hoping that she was wondering if I was going to make a move at all. I'm pretty sure she was wondering just that. Tension anyone?
The conversation steered towards sex. Wait...it never really got off of sex, now that I think about it. We would talk about people we met, dates we went on, that sort of thing. She told me about one guy who, after she had slept with him, started making future plans with her, talking about where they were going to go, what they were going to do that day and following weekend, etc. Understandably, it had freaked her out a little.
She told me about how she wanted to have 4 babies. Jesus woman...high sex drive much? Guys...anytime you're alone with a chick and she starts talking about how she wants to be a walking baby factory, for the love of God...escalate on her. You WILL have your cock in her in very short order.
So I'm sitting in my chair, making all of these little mental notes. She's dolled up, wearing a dress, talking about sex a LOT and talking about babies. The longer I sit there and chat with her, the more I know it's a done deal. But I want to drink a few more beers before they're all warm, so I let her wait and wonder about my intentions....yes...I'm a dick like that.
I finally get out of the chair and move over to the bed. I pull up some youtube video on her laptop that I thought was funny. There's this group called Tennessippi. Two guys that do these redneck cover versions of hip hop and RnB songs. It's so ridiculously incongruent (which they are very well aware of) that it makes you want to piss yourself laughing. At least my lady friend and I almost did.
After a few videos and a ton of good laughs, I pull the trigger. I didn't go straight for the gold mine immediately. I would kiss her, then push her away and find another video to watch. Pretty standard push/pull.
After about 10 minutes or so of that, I'm pushing her onto her back. I'm putting my hand inside of her bra. Fuck...those tits really are superb. I'm rubbing her pussy through her silk panties. She's gyrating her hips and letting out sexy little moans. I go to take her panties off and wouldn't you know it: fucking LMR again.
I'm done playing around though. Time to pull out the big guns (pun certainly intended). I undo my belt and whip my cock out. She puts her hand it and starts gently stroking it. I let her do that for a moment. I push her panties to the side and I'm in. I fuck the living daylights out of her for a minute or two. I stop and take my clothes off. She does the same. We are fucking like animals. We reach mutual climax. I'm not even CLOSE to wanting to stop. I just came, but I'm still rock fucking hard, so I keep on fucking until I cum again. I'm still horny. I keep fucking her, going for a third. It's proving difficult. I'm sweating all over her. I'm getting a week's worth of cardio trying to get a third nut....and it's just not happening.
I finally stop and collapse on the bed next to her. She cuddles up next to me.
Her: I couldn't believe you didn't stop after you came...twice. I've never in my life seen a guy do that before.
We pass out, then wake up and do it again in the morning. Then one more time about a half hour later.
Did I not say it was only going to get hotter?
Referring to the chick from the pre-report a few threads down that LMR'ed me the other night. I figured it would happen sooner or later. I wasn't in any hurry and I hadn't given it much thought. We had friended each other on Facebook, so we've been chatting fairly regularly.
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