First I had a layover in Vegas and I know another Myspacer there and she invited me to dinner so we had a meal at the airport during my layover. She was nice - Franco was freaking out because she thought I'd a) like the other girl (not a chance) and/or b) not watch the clock and miss the flight so she kept checking on me.
I arrived at 4:00am and Franco picked me up. Lots of awkwardness - we had a hard time looking at each other because we knew each other TOO well and yet this was our first time meeting. Her mannerisms were different. She was less "girly" than I had envisioned. Different. (I mean we'd been talking for like 4 hours everyday. Texting. E-mailing. LOTS of communication and then here we are realizing that we are real people.)
Oh also when the plane landed the first message I got was that there was only one bed at the hotel! She'd changed the reservation to two beds but they didn't change it in the computer or something! So that weirdness was pending.
We got to the hotel - went to bed. Awkward. I tried to sleep but I was pretty nervous the whole time and damnit I just really wanted her to touch me. She told me later that she'd stayed awake for a little while - watching me sleep to make sure I was real. (Aww!)
I woke up around 8am (I'd not really been able to sleep in that awkwardness). She got up. We had some hotel continental breakfast in the room and were trying to pretend to read a newspaper because things were weird. We finished our muffins and went to the major mall in her city.
So basically Day 1 (Friday) was like all our first dates rolled into one. We went to the mall. Went shopping in the gifty shops. Had a small meal at McDonald's. Decided to watch a movie (Nacho Libre). In the movie we did the whole knees touching stuff. After the movie we went to the amusement park aspect of the big mall and went on a few "dark" rides (so more "accidental" bumping into each other type of stuff). Then we went back to the hotel to kill some time before we were both hungry enough to go to dinner. So we ended up deciding to take a nap since we hadn't had much sleep at all. During this time together on the bed she made her first move and scootched backwards into me. Her head landed into my hand so I sat there caressing her hair before I worked up the nerve to put my arm around her. We ended up cuddling during our nap.
Then we woke up and drove into town for dinner. Then we went back to the hotel to watch a movie (I'd brought my portable DVD player for movie watching). It was a three hour movie (Tipping the Velvet - I brought it because I thought it might create a "mood") and she ended up falling asleep after hour one. I put it all away and got ready for bed.
After locking the doors and shutting off all the lights I got back into the bed and she rolled over and faced me - I'd woken her up with all of my movements around the room. For five or so minutes we lay there staring into each other's eyes (well technically we couldn't actually see each other because it was pitch black) and making vague references to kissing. Finally she got up the nerve and approached me with her mouth and gave me her first kiss with a woman. I reciprocated and we continued to kiss for a while - each acknowledging that the other was an excellent kisser.
I caressed her arms, kissed her neck and found the bottom of her shirt and slipped my hand underneath. She did the same and just got closer and closer to my breast. I felt almost as if I was a "lesbian sex teaching dummy" at this point and wanted her to experience everything regardless of whether or not I was turned on so I coaxed her into finally touching it. She loved it! I began touching her breasts and eventually moved to using my mouth. She did the same. And it all progressed much much faster and further than I had ever expected it to. By the end of the night we were both sloppy with sex and dead tired. She'd managed to finish me and I'd only come close to her result. (She'd pre-warned me that she takes a long time and I would have stayed down there forever but she'd thrown me over to experience me.)
God her skin was soft. Her kisses were wonderful. Her touch was well honed. She spent the entire time nervous and HOPING that she wouldn't like it but when all was said and done - she was better than my exes in bed and I may have just turned her too gay! She kept repeating that she had no idea I'd be so sensual. As I told her then and as we both agree now - we didn't have sex. We made love.
Day 2 - Saturday - we went to her hometown. (Her husband and baby had driven out of town for a visit with grandma for the day). She showed me her house, we ate at her favorite restaurant, she took me to the spot on the river where she often likes to go to think about me, I briefly met her younger sister (who knew everything), the school she teaches at and then we went to a play at the community college. Afterwards and during intermission she kept running into people she knew and they'd ask things like "Oh you got away from the boys tonight huh?" and it was getting to her. We had to get the hell out of Dodge because she was uber weirded out by her "two worlds colliding". We went back to the city (2 hour drive each way) and watched hour 2 of the three hour movie before she fell asleep again.
Day 3 - Sunday - We went to a used book store (kissed while there) and ate at another restaurant instead. Then we went to the local art gallery (where we kissed) and browsed around in there. Then we sat in a park for a while and kissed there. Went back to the hotel. Ended up taking another nap. Got up and headed to a fancy restaurant for dinner. Went back to the hotel. Watched hour 3 of the movie and then watched another movie. Sleep.
Day 4 - Monday - This was a weird day. We slept in so we had to rush to pack up and get ready before check-out. Then we had a couple of hours to kill before my flight so we decided to go to the restaurant at Ikea. She was kinda being a shit and talking about dropping me off early so she could get back to her son sooner and just generally being kinda cold. So she dropped me off leaving me feeling like "Well fuck her then!" but by the time I got to Vegas she was calling me to tell me how sorry she was and how she just couldn't handle the goodbye so she was just trying to be mean to make it easier. So she got forgiven.
But keep in mind that her husband kept calling constantly throughout the weekend - angry at her (obviously) and accusing her of doing stuff which she kept denying. Ugh. One of the shitty things she said on Monday, after I asked her if she'd regret the weekend, was, "I'll regret it if my husband divorces me because of it." (Ouch!) Well apparently during my flight from Minneapolis to Vegas on the way back she'd confessed everything to him and had been bawling and super depressed and was essentially having a breakdown. And now she misses me horribly.
And in summation on my end: I like her but she was different than what I expected (in looks and mannerisms). I think I like her less now than I did before the trip and that she likes me more. I certainly don't like/love her enough to move to Minnesota and raise her kid as Mom #2 but I do like her enough to continue this weird long distance email thing that we have and it still stings that she wants to keep her marriage functional.
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