“Kindly and firmly, she refused to sleep with me. Not even a charity fuck.” ― Julian May, Orion Arm
There she was, laying on the bed with nothing but her shirt half unbuttoned and her panties. She gave me a dirty, mischievous look with her blue eyes as she then took her panties off, flung them to the side, laid back fully spreading her legs and said “I want you to fuck me.”
3 Hours Earlier
About two weeks ago, I had been crazy busy and hadn’t been able to get out into world for almost a month, so I decided it was time for a proper night out. Now there’s nothing wrong with being in, you gotta do what you gotta do when you’re working on your side hustles, but it is a good idea to not be in total hermit mode for too long. I hit up a few of my friends and let them know I’d be heading downtown to explore some life and find some adventure, and so I headed out to do just that.
I wound up meeting up with one of my friends briefly at a lounge in downtown, he was meeting a date there but we got caught up quickly. He then spotted his date and went to meet up with her, and so I enjoyed my beverage while scoping the place out. There were mainly couples in the venue and not much potential, but I was having a good time just being out in the world. I then finished my drink, saw that my friend’s date looked like it was off to a great start, so then left the lounge and went to another high end restaurant/bar that was next door. The energy of the place was good and the vibes of the bar scene were solid, so I got settled at the bar and ordered a drink. To my left where two girls, a brunette and a blonde, both were cute, looked to be in their late 20’s and they were talking about traveling. To my right was a guy and girl that seemed to be on a date.
Naturally my attention was more drawn to the girls on my left, and I noticed they were sharing a drink out of unique looking glass. I tapped the brunette on the shoulder and made a comment about the glass, and then she proceeded to tell me about how the drink in it wasn’t very good, but they had decided to tray something new this night, and so far it wasn’t working out for them. “That’s always a risk with new adventures, but you don’t know until you know,” I replied, and I then introduced myself. The girls where very friendly and pretty quickly we were having a very entertaining conversation. The Brunette was from the mid west and the blonde was from Sweden.
As the conversion progressed, the blonde seemed to be a bit more friendly and my gut was telling me that there could be some strong potential. After about an hour, which made the time 11:30, both girls were ready to call it a night. I had other friends in the area that I had been texting with, so I wasn’t going to lose any sleep if these girls left. Then a couple of guys dressed in tuxedos came to the bar, and they joined our conversation. Turns out there where at the restaurant for a 50th birthday party and then I suggested a group photo, which we all had a blast taking. The guys i tuxedo’s returned to their party, then I got both girl’s numbers to text them the picture. I then inquired as to what part of town they lived in, and the brunette lives about 15 minutes away while the blonde lived 1 block away. “I’ll walk you both home” I said to them as they finished paying their tab. “You’re such a gentleman,” the brunette replied. The blonde then hugged up on my and gave me a kiss on the cheek, so I knew that my night was far from over.
I walked the blonde and brunette back to the blonde’s place, which was this high rise loft space, and we waited for the brunette’s uber to arrive, which only took 2 minutes. After we made sure the brunette was off, the blonde asked me if I could help her carry up some packages she had waiting for her at reception, and being the gentleman I was called earlier, obliged. We picked up a couple packages and then made our way up to her loft. Inside her loft was nice, chic, and had a solid view of the LA skyline. I set the packages on her living room table and then the blonde invited to checkout the view on her balcony. On the balcony we proceeded to make out, and then I told her we should move things back inside so she could give me a tour of her place. The “tour” consisted of her taking me straight to the bedroom where we got on the bed and proceeded to make out intensely. Things escalated to me finger blasting her for a bit and then she managed to very quickly and smoothly get my pants down. She then gave me a fantastic blowjob for a few minutes, then she laid back on the bed with a little bit of a guilty look on her face.
She looked at me and said “I should tell you something…” and my red-flag-spidey sense was telling me something was off…this certainly wouldn’t be an “it’s that time of the month” conversation. “So I kinda have a boyfriend…” she said. There she was, laying on the bed with nothing but her shirt half unbuttoned and her panties. She gave me a dirty, mischievous look with her blue eyes as she then took her panties off, flung them to the side, laid back fully spreading her legs and said “I want you to fuck me.”
Now, I paused for about 1 second which felt like an hour, as my brain and my cock had a conversation. I visualized them both in the cockpit of an airplane, and my dick was saying we were cleared to land so it was going to put the plane down while my brain was saying that the runway had been compromised and we needed to divert to another runway. After this back and forth, I asked “So where is he?” I had decided that this wasn’t going down because my gut was telling me something was off and I never ignore my gut. Also I didn’t want to be literally balls deep in this girl all to suddenly have this guy just waltz in and go berserk which might end with me getting stabbed. Gent’s, always protect yourself first, no sex is worth that type of risk.
She went on to tell me about how he was in San Francisco, how they had no feeling in their relationship, and how everything was ok. I noticed a picture of her and guy on her night stand and I asked,”Is that him?” I was intentionally trying to kill the mood to give myself an easier out, especially since if she hand’t told me anything and we had sex, I would have been as much of a victim as him, but if I did it now I would be an accomplice. But more so my gut was saying something isn’t right with this girl. She starts telling me about the guy in the picture and it turns out that they had been married and together for 4 years, but he died almost 2 years ago. I sat next to her on the the bed while she told me more about it. She told me that she was the love of her life, but then starts insisting that she mis-spoke and didn’t have a boyfriend and was single. She then pushes me back on the bed, tries getting my shirt off and grabs at my dick saying “Just put it inside me.” Inside my head I was pretty amused at the thought that a judge would never believe this tale as I was literally being molested and this girl was trying for lack of a better word to rape me.
I then pretended to hear my phone vibrate and I reached for it, telling her that my good friends I was supposed to meet up with where wondering were I was. I told her I had to meetup with them, but I’d call her the next day to see about hanging. She protested a bit, but eventually stopped trying to rape me and relented. I left her place thinking “What in the hell was that all about?” and then proceeded to text my friends about what had happened. She kept texting me until about 3 am that night, but I assured her I’d talk to her the next day to see what’s up. The next afternoon I did text her to see how she was, more so for liability reasons I’ll detail below, and she asked when she could see me, and she insisted that she was still single. I told he we could meet up the following week, but she was out of town, so it’d have to be when she gets back. I said “Sounds cool” and have left it at that.
3. Always trust your gut. If something feels off, it’s off and your gut is talking to you for a reason. I’ve had girls that wanted to fuck and they’ve been fun times, however the place this girl seemed to be coming from seemed like she was desperately trying to fill a void. And add in the baggage of a dead love of her life, that was a huge red flag too bright for me to ignore.
2. Never keep yourself in a situation that you aren’t comfortable. In the era of #metoo and “he said, she said” = it’s always what she said, you need to make sure your protect yourself. Call it being overly cautious, but you have to be aware of the times. And in my gut, I knew she wanted sex in the moment, but what happens the next day if she decided to change her mind or that she shouldn’t have done that? That’s why I saved screen shots of our text conversations and checked in with her the next day, to see if she genuinely interested or if she was too caught up in the moment and had some regrets. Always protect yourself, no sex is worth catching false allegations.
1. Keep doing you. Despite this interesting situation, I still kept going out the following days. Sometimes you’ll have a bad or very strange experience, but don’t let that discourage you, there’s still plenty more living to do.