Tell tale sign…

A few weeks ago, I got a text from Isaac, a guy who I haven’t seen in almost a year. This guy in particular is different than the guys I just fuck. He is the type of guy I would date, but when we first met, the timing was completely wrong. I was in a 6 year relationship that was plummeting. Isaac and I were mere acquaintances for a few months while I was still in my relationship. As soon as I became single, he swooped in to ask me out. More on the backstory later…

Fast forward to a few weeks ago… I got a text from Isaac asking if I still live at my loft because there’s a party (which happened last night) that he got invited to by a friend of his. I told him I still live there and he should definitely come. We texted back and forth, and he invited me to an exhibition he’s part of in a week.

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A week passed, I made an appearance at the exhibition. He was doing a performance piece where he was standing with his back to a wall completely still while making intense eye contact with the other performance artist. While they were making eye contact, two guys built a frame and put up drywall to trap Isaac between the two walls and eventually blocking Isaac’s gaze with the other performer. As I walked in and saw Isaac, I quietly approached but kept my distance. As soon as Isaac noticed me in his peripherals, he broke eye contact with the other artist and looked at me, then back at the other performer. Over the time I was there, he only broke his stare to look at me briefly, but from what I saw, he didn’t break it for anyone else. I had to leave before his performance was over. I shot him a text to tell him how bummed I was I couldn’t stay, but I had to get to my friend’s birthday party.

Fast forward to last night… Now it’s been a couple of weeks since his performance. He never texted me back after his performance. I knew when he originally texted a few weeks earlier, he had said he was coming to my loft for the party on September 9th, but I also haven’t heard from him so I was completely unsure if he was coming last night or not.

My friend Ana was in from NYC, so she came last night with some other friends and we all danced behind the bar drinking way too much as bands played and people flooded the space. I kept my phone in sight on a shelf behind the bar hoping that he would text or something saying he was coming. Every time my phone lit up I checked to see if it was him, but every time it was someone else. My roommates asking for help. Friends saying they were on their way. Even a text from Adam (There’s always a red flag…) inviting me to mimosas. No texts from Isaac.

It was a few hours into the party and no sight of Isaac. At this point I had given up on him coming at all, which was fine, I wasn’t sure if he was coming anyways. Josh (Ana’s boyfriend) and I went to go fill the water jugs for the bar, and when we were in the kitchen, I drunkenly spewed my disappointment in Isaac not coming. Josh grabbed one jug, brought it to the bar as I filled the second, then came to grab the second from me.

Well as we brought the water jug back to the bar, there he was. Isaac showed up after all. I walked up behind him and put my hand on his arm to get his attention. He turned and excitedly said hey and hugged me. We chatted briefly, I told him when he was done with his drink, the next one was on me. I went back to the bar and continued to dance with my girls and serve drinks.

Once that band ended, now between sets, the crowd dispersed to the rest of the space, back stairs, bathroom, and roof. Isaac came to the bar and we chatted some more. He asked me if I’m ever in his neighborhood. I told him not really. He then insisted I should come through sometime. I then told him he should give me a reason and maybe I would. His friends came to the bar, he introduced me to them and he ordered a round of drinks. While we talked, he asked for me to come around to the other side of the bar so we could talk more. I looked at Ana and she gave me the nod that she was ok by herself behind the bar. I walked around to the other side. We all continued to chat, Isaac’s eyes on me the entire time even as his friends and I were talking.

Isaac’s friends asked how we met and how long ago. We both answered saying we met in college, but through a mutual friend. We both acted like we didn’t know the exact instance when we met. I said I think we met through Marcela. Isaac brought up a specific place which we ran into each other after we met; it was this place that he initially tried to ask me out before I broke up with my ex. During this conversation, he kept brushing his hand on my side and giving me this look like he wanted me. I told him that once the last band was done, I could give him a tour of the loft. Although he knew of the space even before I moved in over a year and a half ago, he still hasn’t been there before.

As the next band started and everyone came back to the bar, I needed to get back to helping Ana. Isaac stepped away from the bar and centered himself in front of the stage while his friends still sat at the bar. Ana pointed it out and said that he’s trying to play it cool by putting space between us. I didn’t care, it’s not like we could talk or anything while the music is going and people are lining up to order drinks. Not long before the band ended, Ana, Jackie, and Josh said their goodbyes and headed out.

The band ended. Isaac looked at me, but then him and his friends went up to the roof. I finished up what I was doing at the bar, got my roommate to cover for me, then went up to the roof to find Isaac. He was chatting with his friends. I walked up behind him and lightly grabbed his arm. He gave me a hug, we talked briefly, but then he went back to the conversation with the person to his left. I then started to talk with his roommate. He was asking about how it is working at the space, I then explained I live here and it’s an artist loft. I told him there’s eight bedrooms. He had the usual reaction of not realizing anyone lived there and was impressed. Isaac overheard this and said quietly in my ear, maybe I could get a tour of your bedroom. I laughed, and agreed. Isaac then asked his friends if they were ready to see the rest of the space and asked if I could show them the recording studio.

I took them down and walked them through the space. Living room. Kitchen. Wood shop. Bathrooms. Gallery. Recording studio. Then as I pointed out the doors to the bedrooms, Isaac asked “And which one is yours.” I pointed down the hall, then led all four of them to my room. They were all in awe over the space. We all hung out in my room for a bit, but then his friends caught on. Isaac’s friends filed out one by one until it was just the two of us. He looked at me, pushed the door slightly so it was almost shut, then went in to kiss me. I wanted him bad at this point, I kissed him back passionately and as it heated up I pushed the door all the way shut.

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He then told me to slow down, and he wasn’t looking to shut the door. I laughed, but also felt a bit rejected. We then walked out to his friends. They asked what the plan was. I told them they were welcome to chill, there’s always after hours. They agreed and I made everyone some drinks and they smoked a joint. After the first round, I went to go to the bathroom. When I came back, they were getting ready to leave. Isaac’s roommate said that he definitely wants to come back sometime. I told them the next party is coming up in a week. Isaac gave me a hug and said he’d see me sometime soon.

I get that he probably didn’t stay because he had his friends and roommate with him, but I also felt confused by the end of the night. He kept building this tension by being flirty and brushing his hand up on me… but then that kiss was less than what I wanted and he left me hanging at the end.

Now I eagerly want to text him to let him know I’m glad he came by last night, but I also don’t want to come off desperate, but then again we have a history. It’s one of those tricky situations. Do I wait for him to come to me? Should I text him? I usually don’t care. I let guys come to me, but I have also been the one to text first a fair share of times and it hasn’t mattered. It’s 2016, a woman can text a guy if she wants. Why does dating have to be so complicated? I’m usually not one to stress about it, but with Isaac, because he’s not a guy I just want to fuck, my mind is flooded with all these questions and thoughts.

The tell tale sign of liking someone is when they are all you think about. Fuck.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

An awkward night…

When I woke up at about 3pm, I saw Adam’s text (see There’s always a red flag…). He texted to say it was nice meeting me and we texted back and forth for a bit that day. The next day, he texted to ask if I was free later in the week for dinner. I agreed. I was excited, yet still unsure about him. I had a really good time, but I could tell he’s way more conservative than I am, that plus the whole living with the ex girlfriend thing was a huge red flag. Other than that though, I had a really good time and it was definitely an unforgettable night of adventures throughout the city.

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On the day we were supposed to meet for dinner, I was almost out of work and I still haven’t heard from him to confirm. I know he’s probably been out of the dating game a while, being that he’s recently single and all, but when a guy doesn’t confirm, I always have the urge to just cancel on them. I let it slide. I texted him around 4pm saying I was going to be working longer than expected and to tell him I would be running late. This would buy me a little extra time to get ready, which I needed, while also being a sly way to confirm that he still wants to get dinner. He responded saying that it was no problem and he’ll see me there.

That evening, I got there right on time, went to the bar of the restaurant and ordered a drink. The bartender took my card and assumed I was opening a tab, which was fine, but you’d think she would ask me before just holding onto my card. I was there a good 5-10 minutes before he finally arrived. He apologized when he got there and then sat next to me at the bar. The bartender came by and asked if he wanted a drink. He mentioned that we were there for dinner, she asked if we wanted to stay at the bar and order or get a table. He said the bar was fine. OK… so he set it up for awkwardness right from the start. Not confirming. Running late. Agreeing to stay at the bar. I know he’s been out of the dating game, but dude, all of that is adding up to make me really annoyed.

He started out with small talk. Nothing too exciting. We chatted, he told me about his EMT training, I told him about work, we drank, hardly looked at the menu. The bartender checked on us a few times before we finally got around to figuring out what we wanted to order. We continued to small talk. Still nothing too exciting. He’s very dry and kind of monotone. I think the newness of him has already worn off and was only made more interesting a few nights earlier because of the amount of alcohol we had consumed.

When the food arrived, we ate, talked, ate. We were there a good three hours before we realized the time and asked for our check. And that is when I remembered the bartender already had my credit card. Adam asked for the check and she had said, “Oh, do you not want it all on your tab?” Adam looked confused, then I explained and then we agreed to split it. She seemed a bit annoyed, but it was kind of her fault for assuming in the first place that everything was going on my card and for even starting a tab without actually asking.

We left the bar. I was tired and tempted to call it a night, but then he asked if I was still up to hang out, I agreed. I was holding onto hope that I would regain that spark from a few nights earlier. We walked. He had no plan of where to walk, we just walked. It was a neighborhood he grew up in, so he told me some childhood stories which were sweet to hear. Once we walked without further plans for about 20 minutes, I told him to turn left. He didn’t know it at the time, but I was leading him to my place.

On our walk, we walked right past a sex toy store. He made a point to say something about how his friend and his friend’s wife are very open about their sex life. I told him I am too and I think that sex is a very natural and healthy thing. He kind of shut up about it. I don’t know if this was a turn on or turn off for him at that point. I think he wasn’t expecting that, plus he seems very reserved and a bit prude from what I can tell thus far.

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As we got closer, I told him I lived a few more blocks down. He called me out, “Is this just a sneaky way to get me to walk you home so you can end the night?”

Although that wasn’t the case, I was tempted to say yes, but then told him, “No, that’s not what I was doing. You obviously didn’t have a plan of where or what to do, so this is my way to be sneaky to get you to come to my roof and have another drink with me.”

He laughed and told me that was smooth of me. We went upstairs. I gave him a tour of the place. We went to the bar, I poured us each a whiskey ginger ale and then we headed to the bar. We looked at the view and chatted briefly. He made his move. We started to make out and within minutes, two of my roommates opened the roof door and walked in on us. I pulled away and laughed, then introduced Adam to my roommates. We all hung out for a bit while they smoked their cigarettes. Once they were done, they went back downstairs and Adam and I went right back into making out.

At this point, things got hot. He started to work his hand all on my body and up to grab my breasts. As he felt me up, he started to kiss down my neck and eventually kissed down to suck on my nipples. I was so worked up at this point, yet still exhausted, yet still unsure and leaning towards a no with him. We continued to feel each other’s bodies and kiss until my roommates came up for yet another cigarette break, but this time, they walked to the other side of the roof away from us.

We stopped making out. I realized the time and said I should probably get going to bed soon. He said he would leave whenever I wanted him out. I looked at the clock, it was about 11:30, I told him midnight would be fine. My roommates didn’t seem to be leaving this time, so Adam and I just kind of hung out awkwardly for a bit longer before I caved and asked if he wanted to go to my room.

He agreed. I then gave him a caveat and said there will be no sex and he’s still leaving at midnight. He laughed and still agreed. We went downstairs and went to my room. We got back to making out. I got on top and straddled him. As we were making out, he started to rub my back, which felt amazing, so I told him to keep doing that. What was a make out session, quickly turned into a soothing back massage and cuddle session which I ended up falling asleep on him as he rubbed my back.

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I woke up around 12:20 and realized what had happened. I saw the time and said I should probably get ready for bed. He put his shoes on and made his way out the door, on his way out, he said we should hang out again soon. I agreed, but wasn’t really that interested anymore. I would have hung out with him again if he tried, but he never did.

This was a month ago. And we went the entire month without talking, that is, until this past Wednesday he invited me to a party for Friday. I told him maybe I could show up later, but I had another party to go to. I ended up not being able to go, but told him we should catch up soon. The ball is in his court. I’m not really going to push hanging out again, but if he hits me up, I probably wouldn’t turn him down.

We’ll see if this goes anywhere… Sometimes you should leave it at one night of romance, this is probably one of those times.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

 

There’s always a red flag…

July 23rd, it was my friend Jackie’s birthday party. A small group of eight met up before a night of drinking to get dinner. I was a bit out of the circle of people, I recognized some of the people from previous events, but didn’t really know any of them. One guy in particular that I thought I knew, but obviously didn’t was Adam.

At some point in the dinner, I asked Adam, “Weren’t you that guy from two New Year’s Eves ago?”

He was absolutely confused, “No, I wasn’t in Chicago then.”

Jackie butted in, “Who are you thinking of? Was it…” She then started to ramble to list off friends of hers it could have been.

I explained, “Good, glad you aren’t him. He kept staring at my tits the entire night and was a total prick.”

Adam laughed, “Thank god I’m not him then.” He smiled at me, I smiled back. At least I didn’t make a complete fool of myself quite yet. Adam is cute, brown eyes, dark hair, clean-cut, nice build. He is former military and conservative, not quite my type, but I was already captivated by this flirtation we have started. It was still early in the night, so we did some coy looks across the dinner table.

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After dinner, we all made our way downtown to the bar. When we arrived, we were joined by several other people. We took over a pretty large section of the Chicago Athletic Association’s game room. Adam sat and ordered a drink, I went off to the restroom. When I got back, the only seating was the opposite side of the section we took over. I sat down, but it wasn’t long until Adam and I started making flirtatious eye contact.

Once the first round of drinks were consumed, everyone was ready for some games. Several of the people went straight for pool, and a group of us made our way to bocce ball. A game of four on four, girls versus boys. Lo and behold, Adam and I both were playing bocce ball. In between turns, Adam made an effort to talk and flirt with me.

As the night progressed, more and more people joined. Adam tried to get me on my own, he insisted we should order another round of drinks at the bar and check out the other side of the game room to get away. When we got to the bar and ordered our drinks, another friend of mine followed and was trying to catch up with me. I gave her a look like, “Dude, I’m occupied right now.” She quickly caught on and walked away.

We then grabbed our drinks and found somewhere quiet to chat. He was sweet. A bit reserved and quiet, had a cadence you would expect to hear out of an old movie, but this only lured me in more. Not more than 30 minutes later, a friend of mine interrupted to tell me she and a group were headed to Chinatown. While I went and said my goodbyes, Adam got pulled off to play shuffleboard with Jackie and some others.

I drank and watched from the sidelines, Adam and I kept making eyes, so I wasn’t really paying much attention to the game. As the game wrapped up, the birthday girl and the few others that were left took over foosball, Adam and I found a chess board to play. We chatted and played and flirted and I totally kicked his ass. As our game came to an end, Adam’s friend came up and summoned us to the bar to take shots with everyone.

One shot down. “Cheers to Jackie!” Another round was poured, without hesitation, we were all grabbing our second shots. “Happy birthday!” Two shots and four or five drinks in, I was definitely starting to feel it. It was about 1:30am, Jackie was still going strong, so she said we should go to Mindy’s, another Chicago Athletic Association bar on the top floor. We made our way up, everyone ordered drinks and sat at the bar, and I grabbed a water and sat on a couch by the window to chill for a bit.

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I sat there watching the lighting in the distance flicker beyond Millennium Park. Not long into my reminiscing, Adam joined me. We sat in silence for a minute. It was nice. To break the silence, he asked, “How would you feel about walking along the lake once we leave?” I was exhausted and a bit tipsy, but I didn’t want the night with Adam to end quite yet, so I agreed.

An hour or so later, they announced last call. I was ready to leave to walk with Adam, but had to wait to make sure Jackie was ok. She was pretty hammered and was flirting with the bartender. He asked for her number, she gave it and lingered. I had to pull her away, the bartender smiled at Jackie as we left.

We headed out, Adam and I walked together a little behind as the other three remaining souls were a few feet ahead.  His friend was on a mission to get us all to the next bar or somewhere we could keep drinking. Adam looked at me and said, “Let’s ditch them.” I agreed. At the next crosswalk, the three ahead of us walked straight and we bolted right and crossed the street to cut through Millennium Park.

As we approached the park entrance, we were quickly stopped by the guard, “The park closes at 11pm.” We turned and walked along side the park towards the lake instead. We walked up Randolph, I knew all along we were going the wrong way to the lake, but I let Adam lead. He eventually realized we were on an upper level street. There was no way to the lake, at least an easy route from where we were at. He asked, “How adventurous are you?” I laughed, although I was in a dress and flats, I am still always up for an adventure. We hopped a few fences, and found our way to Lower Wacker, then to the river walk. Finally, a clear route to the lake.

We walked and talked and laughed and flirted. He’s very well mannered while I have a sailor’s mouth, a weird mix to say the least. I called him out and said to loosen up, he said it just takes getting to know him before he fully unleashes reveals that he is just as vulgar as me. I don’t know if I fully believe this.

The river walk merged into the pier and docks just East of Randolph. We walked along the pier and found our way to the end, the last dock was several police patrol boats, then there was a cement barrier separating the docks and the lake. We faced more fences. Adam asked, “Are you still feeling adventurous?”

“Bring it on.” I replied. He swung his leg around the fence, lifted himself above the water, and reached his leg to the cement ledge. I followed, but being shorter, plus in a dress, this fence proved to be a little more difficult than the ones from earlier. I quickly realized the way my dress was stretching over the side of the fence, it was making it difficult for me to spread my legs far enough to reach to the cement barrier. Adam saw my struggle, and reached his hand out to pull me over.

We continued our journey along the cement barrier. As we walked further and further, suddenly swarms of seagulls flew up above us cawing. It was actually quite beautiful, hundreds of white birds flying overhead alongside skyscrapers on one side, the lake on the other. We approached the end of the barrier and leaned against the wall. Adam created a story about a military man and the lighthouse in the distance. His voice was soothing and somehow blocked out the noise of the seagulls.

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As his story came to an end, he looked me in the eye, I smiled. He smiled back. My heart started to race a little, he leaned in and kissed me. We locked lips, his hands on my waste, my arms wrapped around his neck. A perfect romantic moment you’d expect to see in the movies. We continued to make out for several minutes. He pulled back, smiled at me, and I smiled back. We were quiet, but it was a comfortable silence.

“Do you want to go to the beach?” he asked to break the silence.

I agreed, but then I added, “First, I need to pee.”

He laughed and led the way back to the pier, helping me back around the fence. We walked back to the start of the pier and luckily there were bathrooms that were somehow still open at 4:30am. I went in to pee, he stayed out and waited. When I came out, he asked if I wanted something to drink. I laughed, “Sure?” confused as to where he would get us drinks. Turns out not only were the bathrooms left unlocked, the patio by the bathroom, although gated off, wasn’t too hard to squeeze past the gate and get to the fridges which were also unlocked.

He grabbed us each a sprite, then we found our way to the nearest street to call an Uber. He pulled me in and held me and kissed me and we waited for our ride to the beach. We got in the car, headed north, and were dropped off near the beach entrance. The entrance was blocked off, another place that closes at 11pm. We started walking down Montrose away from the beach, and he said, “Well that was kind of a fail; where would you like to go.”

He had told me earlier that he lived near Montrose Beach, so I said, “We could go to your place.”

Adam hesitated, then revealed, “I would say yes, but I actually still live with my ex girlfriend. We’ve been broken up for two months, I’m the one on the lease, she’s refused to move out, and I wasn’t putting up a fight. My lease ends at the end of the month, so I’m moving out next week.” Red flag… but there’s always some of those.

Not really sure if I should end the night, but still kind of tempted to keep going, I brushed if off and said “That’s gotta  be tough.” I paused, “Well, we can still go back to the beach, just not use the main entrance.”

We walked back, but headed south away from the entrance and cut through the trees and grass. As we scurried through, Adam grabbed my hand as to guide me through faster. As we exited the tree covered area, we slowed down the pace and continued to hold hands as we walked. We ended up on a hill. At the top, Adam pulled me in yet again. He’s very affectionate, which I usually like, but I felt a little off with all of this. He seems way to proper for my taste, but it was still very sweet so I went along.

After a prolonged embrace on the hill, I pulled away and started to head towards the beach. He followed. When we got to the beach, we sat on the ledge just before the sand. He put his arm around me, I leaned up against him, putting my head on his shoulder, watching the waves flow in and out before us. We chatted some, but the night had us both exhausted so we mostly sat in silence, taking in the view in front of us. An hour passed and we watched the sun rise.

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As daylight got brighter, I was quickly reminded of what time it was. I told him I should probably go home. We walked back towards Montrose, I called an Uber home. He waited with me and held me and kissed me some more. I was torn. At this point I was a little turned off by the fact that he lives with his ex still, but I enchanted by his affection. It seems like even the most well mannered boys still have at least one red flag, and this was a big one. My Uber pulled up, we said our goodbyes, and I headed home. As soon as I got home, I went straight to my bed and passed out until 3pm.

I woke up to a text from Adam. Now what to do with it?

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

Tinder Douche

As I told you already, I redownloaded Tinder again briefly Thursday, July 7. It was about 9:30pm. Well within a half hour, I had a dozen matches, and several messages. One guy in particular held pretty good conversation, at least played along with my banter. I tend to dissect what people say and twist their words in a playful manner to start a flirtatious argument.

For the sake of this blog, he doesn’t need a name. He was a blip in my sexual life, so this guy will only be known as Tinder Douche. Well Tinder Douche started out fun and light via messaging. At one point, he said he’s not looking to date, so I jokingly told him, “I completely understand, I’m on here for strictly platonic friends too.” He was terrible on his defense, and said “No, I’m just not looking to date, but I also don’t want a one night stand.” So basically, he was passive aggressively trying to see if I would be down for a casual sex/fuck buddy type thing. I responded with, “Are you sure you aren’t telling me you aren’t looking for a one night stand so I let my guard down and fuck you the first time we meet? I’ve got my eye on you.”

I thought it was funny how hard he tried to say he wasn’t looking for a one night stand, but he also wouldn’t admit to wanting a fuck buddy, but also said he didn’t want to date. He was getting so worked up every time I twisted what he said. He eventually ended it with, “I like your style. You can really talk some shit.” Our flirtatious messaging went on until about 11:15pm when he messaged saying “Instead of messaging for the entire hour, we could have met up.” I shot it back at him, “Well isn’t it past your bedtime?” He quickly responded to tell me he could stay up till 3am tonight. I agreed to meet up with him for drinks at a bar near me. I told him to text when he got close.

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He texted when he was parking. I walked down and saw him by his car. We went into the bar, he ordered a beer and I got my usual, Jameson Mule. He seemed nice, a little bit bro-y, but not too much to send me running out the door. Aside from being nice with a dash of bro, nothing really stood out to me. We were at the bar for a little over an hour when they started last call.

Tinder Douche said he still had two hours before he needed to go to bed, so he’s open to going somewhere else. Being that I lived a few buildings over, I offered my place because I have a bar and rooftop. He declined because he didn’t want any chance of my roommates being around. He then offered his place and promised he would give me a ride home at 3am. I agreed and we drove to his.

We went to his kitchen, he poured us each a drink and we continued to talk. I noticed right away that his kitchen wasn’t your typical 24-year-old boys’ kitchen. It was pretty clean. The entire apartment was clean. He also told me how he knows how to cook. I was impressed.

Although he wasn’t my type romantically (he’s a bit too white suburban bro), he was still cute, nice, and had some redeeming qualities. At the moment, I was intrigued. I could see him being a good lay, but I’m unsure of how far I would take it or how long he’d be in the picture because he definitely isn’t my type.

After we both finished our drinks, he suggested that we could watch a movie or something in his room. I laughed, no one really watches a movie when they’re hanging out with a guy from Tinder. They don’t call it Netflix and chill because people actually watch movies. I was hesitant, but intrigued enough, so I agreed.

We went to his room and sat on his bed. He started scrolling through the TV guide and found a movie on HBO. We sat back, talked briefly, but he went quickly in to kiss me. His kisses were surprisingly full for a guy with thin lips, but being that his lips weren’t the fullest and his facial hair was well past a 5 o’clock shadow, it was nearly like having sandpaper rubbing against my face. Not fun. I pulled back and told him to be careful, he got the picture and kissed me lighter.

As things picked up, it got a bit more hot and heavy. He kissed down my neck and unzipped my jeans, pulling them off as he continued to kiss me. He then lifted my shirt off and unclipped my bra. He was pretty slick with his maneuvers, I’ll give him that. He reached down with his hand, and massaged my clit. I was in clit tease heaven at this point. Not many guys can get the right pressure on my clit that quick, but he managed to do so.

Prior to this, there had been no discussion of our kinks or desires. He either had the exact same sex style as me, or he knew exactly how to read my body as I reacted to whatever he was doing. He nailed the pressure on my clit. Then he went in to my nipples, started gently  rubbing them with his fingers, then built up the pressure into some squeezing and pinching, then went in and bit my nipples. I never told him I like my nipples bit, but he figured it out anyways. It was hot.

Soon enough, his magic on my clit and nipples had me worked up. He had me soaking wet. He knew I couldn’t resist at this point, he looked at me wanting me to want him. I paused, I was so turned on at this point, so fuck it. I told him to grab a condom and we fucked hard. I wasn’t expecting him to pull my hair the way I liked it, or to pin me down and restrain me, or to rub my clit or bite my nipples the way he did as we fucked…. but he did it pretty damn well. Some guys just fuck me the way I want it; he surprised me, nothing stood out earlier in the night, but he sure can fuck.

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He came. I didn’t. He got me so close to cumming, but alas, something about the first time rarely gets me there. I have a wall up that has to be penetrated before I trust a guy to show him how vulnerable I can be and unleash my orgasm. As we laid there naked for a few minutes, I saw the time. 3:20am. I told him it was past his bedtime and he should give me a ride home.

Once he dropped me off, I walked up my four flights of stairs, got ready for bed, and passed the fuck out. He was fun, if only I kept it at just one night, he might have not gotten the name Tinder Douche.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

The Tale of Pigeon Bitch

While in NYC about a month ago, I thought I would Tinder/OKC my way through and meet up with a few guys. Well, there were a lot of guys trying to get me to go out, but it never quite aligned for most of them, plus I ended up busier than expected and wanted to spend more time with my friend Ana, who I helped move there.

My profiles were simple. I reopened my old OKC account, updated the photos, deleted all the text, all the questions I answered in the past were still applied, so no need to reanswer questions. Then, I redownloaded Tinder and uploaded new photos. In both OKC and Tinder, I wrote “Chicago artist and curator visiting NYC for the first time. If you were to take me on a NYC date, where/what would it be?” I filled in OKC a little more, but kept it very simple.

I had floods of matches and messages. Most of the guys saw the fact that I was visiting and took it as an invite to just fuck me, so most openers were something along the lines of, “Come to my place and I will show you a side of NYC you wouldn’t see anywhere else.” Past all the DTF openers, there were quite a few guys who invited me to dinner, drinks, a picnic in Central Park, dancing, art museums, music, etc.

After all the conversations and people trying to tell me what they would do with me on a NYC date, I narrowed it down to one guy to meet from Tinder my friends and I now call Pigeon Bitch.  That’s right, Pigeon Bitch got his nickname because his opening line was “How do you feel about grooming and feeding the NYC pigeons?” That, plus he had a picture of him chasing pigeons and another photo of him with a pigeon shirt. All weird, but the conversation was hilarious and he seemed sweet. Not only did he have a sense of humor, but he’s muscular, dark, with a great smile.

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We did not go to groom and feed the pigeons. I know, I was disappointed too! He even took the pigeon joke a step further to invite me to a pigeon light show, which was actually a thing going on in Brooklyn that weekend, but none of the days/times worked. After a while of talking, he sent me several ideas to choose from. He was very adamant about making me love NYC because I told him my friend is trying to convince me to move there and he might need to help her with that. He took that as a challenge.

We agreed to see some Jazz in Manhattan and to meet up an hour before the show at a nearby bar at 8pm. My friend Ana and I had plans early that evening, so it worked out perfectly. Ana and I went to a bar and then grabbed some food with a friend of hers named James, then the three of us walked to the bar I was meeting up with Pigeon Bitch. We got to the bar just before 8pm, and were debating if we should all sit at the booth and have it be the four of us for a round, or if I should go sit up at the bar. Ana came up with a fucking fantastic idea, I was to sit at the bar and after Pigeon Bitch arrives, James and her would send us over drinks and be flirty and pretend to be swingers trying to fight for our attention. I laughed and agreed, so went to sit by the bar.

I sat at the bar, ordered a drink, and waited for Pigeon Bitch. He texted saying he was running late, but would be there by 8:10. He arrived ordered a drink, and then we did some basic introductions. I realized I didn’t do much questioning when we were just chatting. I didn’t know anything about him aside from the banter about pigeons. I learned he got his muscular build because he is a personal trainer, does crossfit competitively, and is the assistant tennis coach for an after school program. He’s lived in NYC his whole life minus when he went away to college for environmental science.

Once we finished our first round of drinks, I was expecting drinks to be sent over from Ana and James, but then Pigeon Bitch looked at the time and said we should start walking to the Jazz place. We closed up, and left. When we got to the Jazz place, I had 10 texts from Ana asking how the date was going and saying sorry because she didn’t get the drinks in on time for our prank. I told her it was ok and I would text her later.

The hostess took us to our seats, which were at this super tiny table at a half booth, I sat on the booth side and Pigeon Bitch had the seat across from me. He then decided even though there were people on either side of us, he would squeeze onto the booth side next to me to be closer. We ordered some food and a round of drinks, talked a bit more, and waited for the music to start.

As we sat there, I got another slew of texts from Ana. I knew she was worried about me because I was on a Tinder date in a city I’m not familiar with, so I opened the texts to see a gif of Colbert doing a vigorous finger banging motion with his hands. Being that we were in tight corridors, Pigeon Bitch saw it and we both laughed.

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This instantly changed the pace of things. We went from casually talking and just sitting next to one another, to Pigeon Bitch rubbing his hand on my knee and got a bit more touchy. I knew it was because of the gif he now thinks he has a good chance in getting laid (which I’m not gonna lie, I already was planning on fucking him). I thought it was funny how his body language drastically shifted once sex was on the table.

As the music started and the food was delivered, he continued the sexual tension by playing footsie with me until we were done eating. Once we finished, he put an arm around me and rubbed my leg with his other hand. The band came to a brief break, this was his opening to kiss me and he took it without hesitation. His full lips locked into mine, and he sucked on my upper lip as I took his lower. We then made out briefly, his technique is very comparable to my own. Some light tongue with a blend of lip suction. I’m not a fan of excessive tongue. Pigeon Bitch’s kisses were definitely enjoyable.

A few drinks later, the Jazz wrapped up. We decided the adventure wasn’t over, so we went to go play ping-pong, but the place he wanted to go to was closed. We then settled to go to a bar with a pool table back in Brooklyn. He guided us from one train to the next to get to our destination. On every train platform and on the ride there, we made out some and chatted, and made out some more. The night was still young and the sexual tension was heating up.

While on one of the train platforms, our discussion escalated. He began asking about what I like during sex. I was honest, explained that I like being submissive; I love being cuffed/tied up, teased, playing with toys, and nipple clamps (also nipple biting/pinching). His jaw dropped, he wasn’t expecting that. He then explained that he’s done some kinky stuff, but really only light choking and some smacking around, but he’s never tied anyone up or used toys. He then added that he was excited to have some fun with me because there are some things he always wanted to try.

All this talk about sex, I was almost willing to just skip playing pool and go back to his place, but at the same time, I still wanted to see more of New York. When we got off the subway, we walked a few blocks to get to the bar. He told me we were in his neighborhood. It was a quiet, tree-lined area, with rows of brownstones; very residential. I was impressed and asked how he could afford to live in such an area. And that is when he revealed he was living at home with his parents! Usually that’s a deal breaker, but he’s a one night fling, so does it really matter?

I made fun of him for living at home still. He then told me that he lives on the lower level and he has a separate entrance so it’s very private. He also added that the main reason he’s living at home is because he’s saving to buy a place. He’s 28 and would like to own a place in Brooklyn by the time he’s 30, so I guess that’s a little more acceptable. Right?

When we got to the bar, we walked straight to the back to see if the pool table was open. There were a few people playing and someone already had dibs. Pigeon Bitch went to ask the bartender for quarters, I intervened and pulled out quarters from my purse, went up to the pool table, and called next game. When the bartender finally got to Pigeon Bitch, because quarters were already resolved, he asked what I wanted to drink. I ordered a Jameson Mule. I’m now several drinks in and feeling a little tipsy, but when the drinks are free, keep them coming.

As the guys on the pool table finished their next two games, the table opened up and Pigeon Bitch and I took over. He racked, I broke. My break was fine, but my game was all down hill from there. We were playing calls, which I am usually pretty good with, but every shot I took ended up being a lucky slop so it kept going back to Pigeon Bitch. I had a few too many drinks for my game to be on point. It was a close game, I only had a ball or two left when he was down to the 8 ball. In the end, I won because he scratched on the 8 ball. Just my luck.

The Jameson was really kicking in. He asked if I wanted another drink, I declined. If I was going to fuck him, I needed to sober up a little, so I told him I was hungry and he should show me why NY pizza is supposedly better than Chicago pizza. He laughed and agreed. We called a Lyft and made our way to Artichoke for some slices. The pizza was decent, extra greasy, tasty, but couldn’t compare to Chicago style pizza. My tipsiness subsided to a good buzz. I was ready to bring the NY adventure off the streets and to his bedroom.

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We caught another Lyft and went to his place. On the way, I continued to poke fun at him for living with his parents, but he took it like a champ and brushed it off. When we got to his place, we went through the back and down through the lower garden stairs. His room was secluded, so I felt a little at ease. His room was fairly big, especially for New York. There was a queen bed, a couch, TV, desk, and large closet. All it was missing was a bathroom and kitchen and it could have been a decent studio apartment.

While he turned on some music, I sat on his bed waiting patiently. He sat next to me and went in to kiss me. It quickly escalated. The night had been filled with making out and discussing our kinks so the tension was ready to burst. It took mere seconds to go from kissing to being stripped down to nothing. He kissed all over my body and worked some magic with his fingers on my clit. We have been discussing our kinks all night, so it was pretty much all action by the time we were naked.

Once I was worked up from the clit finger tease, he got up and found some rope he had. He kind of hesitated, I told him to tie my hands above my head to the headboard. I think he secretly wanted to be tied up himself, he seemed a bit disappointed that the rope was for me, but he went with it. He tied me in such a way that the rope could still spin so I could be face up or face down, allowing a little more freedom in the positions while still be restrained.

He started off slow. Kissed me gently on the lips then down my neck while reaching a hand down to my clit. As his mouth approached my breasts, he circled my nipples with his tongue. I squirmed a bit, I pushed my hips up, thrusting towards his hand and cock. He then stopped me by pinning my legs with his knees on my thighs. His licking soon turned into sucking which quickly changed to biting my nipples.

Once he got me nice and wet, he reached to grab a condom from the bedside nightstand and put it on. He rubbed his tip on my clit and down to my vagina slightly sticking in just the tip, then sliding it back up to my clit. He did this several times as I lifted my hips up towards him. He eventually thrusted in hard and deep, held it there, kissed me, then with subtle circular thrusts he fucked me for a few minutes. He then flipped me over, had me bent over doggy style. While he fucked me, he rubbed my clit with one hand and spanked me with the other. It was fucking hot. He came. I didn’t, but I was extremely close. He told me he wasn’t done with me yet.

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I was still tied up. He took off the condom, went to the bathroom, and then came back to tend to my needs. He went straight into biting my nipples while playing with my clit. I rarely cum from a guys fingers, but something he was doing was working. I kept telling him not to stop, keep doing exactly what he’s doing. He listened and a couple minutes later I was enjoying a manually stimulated orgasm from a guy I just met several hours earlier. That was a very pleasant surprise.

He untied me and grabbed me some water. After I took a few sips, I went to kiss him and grabbed his dick. He was rock hard and ready to go again. I asked him what he wanted. He surprised me yet again; he told me to step on him. I’ve never stepped on a guy, but there’s always a first. I agreed. Before doing so, I asked what exactly he wanted, he explained to step on his chest, and lightly step on his neck, and rub my foot on his dick and balls without stepping on them. It was obvious he has done this before, he knew exactly what and how he wanted it, but it wasn’t something he brought up earlier in the night so it threw me off guard.

He had high ceilings, so it was easy enough to just stay on the bed. I stood on his chest, teased him a bit by rubbing my feet up and down his abs, then while one foot stayed on his chest, I placed the other foot on his neck and lightly pressed down choking him a little. While I did this, he stroked his cock with his hand. He was really into it, having a naked chick stand on him while he jerked off. He even asked if me stepping on him was punishment for him losing the pool game. I told him yes and that he’s been a bad boy. This got him more worked up. I then released his neck and ran that foot down his abs to intervene with his masturbation, rubbing my foot along his dick and balls as he asked, then lightly pressed his dick up against his pelvic bone. While standing on him, I started to lose my balance a little, so my foot that was playing with his cock needed to be grounded a bit to catch myself. During this small slip,  He pulled me down and jerked off for a few seconds until he came all over my tits.

He got up, grabbed us some wipes, we cleaned up, and fell asleep. He spooned me the whole night, which is always a nice feeling and even nicer when you get woken up to a throbbing cock pushing up against you while having your clit lightly rubbed. I always love being woken up to morning sex.

He grabbed a condom. I told him to sit on the couch. He listened. I was still in control from stepping on him the night before. He was way more submissive than I usually like, but I played along. I straddled him, not taking him in yet. I kissed him, then lightly bit his neck, kissed down his chest as I played with his dick. He quickly unwrapped the condom, and I grabbed in from him, sliding it down his cock, then played some more, teasing him a bit by running his tip across my lower lips. He kept trying to grab hold of his dick to get inside me, I kept pushing his hands away not allowing it. Once he stopped fighting it, I inserted just the tip and lightly took it in and out of me, then slowly took him in deeper and deeper gradually. Once I finally took him in to his base, I picked up the speed and fucked him. He came. I didn’t.

I got up, grabbed some water while he took off the condom and went to the bathroom. I laid on his bed, exhausted from only sleeping about four hours, I started to drift a little. He came back and laid next to me, kissed me gently and started to work his magic with his fingers. As good as it felt, I wasn’t going to cum, I was spent. I grabbed his hand to stop him and we laid there cuddling in silence for several minutes and drifted into a  nap.

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We woke up to his alarm about an hour later. He invited me to take a shower with him. Although he had a bathroom across the hall from his bedroom, the washer and dryer was also next to his room. He heard his mom doing laundry, so before I could walk out to take a shower with him, he told me to wait so he could check to see if she was there. I laughed, after a night of fucking, I was pulled back into reality. He was a 28-year-old guy living in the garden level of his parents place.

We showered, got dressed, and went our separate ways. Since that night, Pigeon Bitch has texted from time to time, he’s always the one to initiate. I know there’s no way we could ever actually date even if I lived in NYC, but I guess if I’m ever visiting NYC or if he was ever in Chicago, he’s a nice option to fuck.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

Spiralled Emotions

Two days after my friend’s going away party, I decided to text Chase. I only had two nights left until I was leaving town for a week to drive my friend Ana to NYC so I wanted to see him before I left. I asked him if he was free that night. He was quick to respond, and in my favor, he said yes. In the text, I told him the first two rounds of drinks are on me because he brought me donuts and got me a drink the week before. He said he wouldn’t turn down free drinks.

After some back and forth banter about how I was going to kick his ass in Pac-Man, we were set on going to an arcade bar. He met me at my place and we walked to the bar together. As we walked to the bar, we chatted about life happenings and did some basic get to know you type questions. It was weird, although we’ve fucked and have already spent a few days together, this was the first time we have done something alone outside of my bedroom.

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We got to the bar, ordered our drinks, which he tried to pay for, but then I reminded him I owed him drinks still, so he backed off. We went straight for Pac-Man. I dominated the first game. He wanted a rematch, then I killed it games two and three. He had the typical guy reaction, surprised that I kicked his ass, but also slightly a sore loser about it. He then decided it was time for Mortal Kombat. We moved on.

At Mortal Kombat, the bar had three versions of it all in a row. We played Mortal Kombat I, II, III one after another. He was a bit butt hurt because I still kicked his ass at those games. After this, he kind of went to play his own game of Mortal Kombat and was kind of being a dick about it. He was salty that I won, and that was kind of a huge turn off. Going to an arcade bar is supposed to be a good ice breaker, not a downer.

I let him do his thing and I played my own game. After he chilled out for a bit, we reconnected. He is aware he’s an ass sometimes. I personally think that some of it is an act. Like someone told him he’s an asshole and now he does shit like get into these moods and be stand offish intentionally. He even asked why I was still hanging out with him that night, he was being a dick and usually people just leave. He called me weird for still being around him. I told him I’m just patient and can give people space when they need to calm the fuck down.

Once we got past this hiccup, things were light and fun again. He then asked if I wanted another drink, I then turned it around on him and said I would go get us another round. When I came back from grabbing our drinks, we moved on to play Frogger. He actually did pretty good at this and won, so his mood was lifted a bit.

Only two drinks in, I was already getting a bit tipsy and I was starving. He offered to buy us something to eat because I bought the drinks. We left the bar and started walking towards a pizza place near my apartment. On our walk, he apologized for his mood earlier, then things got a bit more flirty and fun. Several blocks in, he grabbed my hand and we held hands the rest of the way there. Lately, I haven’t been dating much and I got too used to casual sex. Holding hands felt foreign, but nice.

We got to Chicago Pizza, ordered a couple slices and took them to go so we could drink some more. When we got back to my place, it was deja vu all over again. I went to the other side of the bar, started making us drinks, and the same roommate that drunkenly joined us a few nights earlier decided to join us again. This time, he was a bit happier and less argumentative. Chase and I kept looking at each other like what the fuck, but entertained my roommate yet again.

During this drunken charade, Chase and I kept making faces at each other. Not flirty sexy faces, but funny squinty faces. Once my roommate finally decided to leave, I walked around to Chase’s side of the bar. Before I could even sit down, he pulled me to him to make out. Not only did he pull me in, he pulled me up onto the bar stool, now straddling him, we continued to go at it. He kept reaching up my dress and pulling my top down. My tits flashed the room momentarily here and there, and there was a moment another roommate walked through the bar. I instantly pulled my dress back into place and Chase and I both laughed.

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This recurring thing happens. I bring a guy to my place. We make out in the bar. I have to stop them and explain that any of my eight roommates can walk in from any of the three doors at any moment. The guys generally brush it off like whatever, but every time I eventually lure them to my room.

Chase followed me to my room. This time was a bit different than the past two times. This time he slowed down, teased me, kissed me gently then worked his way from my lips, down my neck, stripped me slowly, then worked his way down to devour my pussy. As he licked me, he paused and asked what turns me on most. I told him to keep eating me and to play and pinch my nipples. He listened. Continued with what he was doing and pinched my nipples hard. The pain shot through my body quickly, intensely, but was followed with a rush of pleasure.

Everything he was doing was fucking amazing. As the feeling intensified, I began to grinding my hips up and down in motion with his licks. He pulled back for a second, licked one of his fingers and slid it in my ass. Now fingering my ass and vagina simultaneously, licking my clit, plus playing with my nipples, a quadfecta (that’s right, a quadfecta not trifecta) sensual experience. My body succumbed to the sensory overload, I tensed up, my back arched, my breathing got heavier, I thrusted my hips up against his mouth, and my vagina pulsated as I came. Finally, third times the charm with Chase.

After that blissful moment, I pulled him up, kissed him, then returned the favor for a few minutes until he demanded sex. We fucked for a while going from missionary to doggy to standing to cowgirl. He came from the sex. I didn’t, but that was ok, oral is usually the easiest way to get me off anyways.

As we laid there post sex, there was yet another shift in the mood. He began to ask if I was staring at him the first night we met. I laughed and told him he was looking at me just as much as I was looking at him. He then brought up how all my friends know who he is, which I could tell all of this was making him uneasy. I tried to reassure him that he was being ridiculous. He eventually backed down and pulled me in to cuddle and kiss a bit before we both fell asleep.

This whole night was a mindfuck. Lots of ups and downs. At this point, it was difficult for me to know what Chase was thinking. Up until this night, everything was going so well. Now it seems as though he’s questioning everything. All of this right before I was leaving for a week and I couldn’t help but think things were going south a bit, but I also think it could have been a small hiccup.

The next morning, we woke up, I kissed him goodbye and we went our separate ways. A week apart to think about the past four encounters and come back with a fresh perspective.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

 

Will he pass?

Chase texted me the very next day after fucking all night. He asked how late I would be at my friend’s going away party which I told him about when we were talking at his show. I informed him that the party was at my place and I was the host, so I wasn’t able to leave early, but he was welcome to come to the party. He accepted the invitation. I was surprised, yet excited to see him again.

I don’t usually invite boys to things with my friends this early into seeing them, but for some reason Chase was different. I was nervous, I could tell I was already starting to like him, but I also have a pretty thick shell to break through before opening myself emotionally to anyone. Part of me was eager to see him again, the other part was wondering if it was a mistake. What if he doesn’t like my friends? What if he’s anti social and needs to be entertained the whole time? What if he ends up being a total drunken mess? These are things I had no clue of what to expect because I hardly met the guy a week earlier and really have only hung out with him once.

At first he said he would get there by 9, then I told him I would be there at 9:30 because I had to arrive with Ana to lure her into the surprise, so then he said he would come later. When he still wasn’t around by 10:45, I was kind of getting disappointed, but had no time to get down about it. I was having a good time with everyone at the party and couldn’t let a guy not showing up mess with my night.

Around 11pm, I pulled my friend up on the stage to give a speech and make her do karaoke to Nickelback’s Photograph to embarrass the shit out of her. It was an inside joke, she thought that we were going to karaoke that night, and I asked what shitty song she would sing and that was it, but then I surprised her with the huge party at my place. Halfway through the song, Chase walked in. I was on stage with Ana singing a song we hate and that is the first impression he gets of the party I’m throwing.

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As the song ended, Ana stayed on stage for another karaoke song, I walked over to Chase and explained to him the joke behind the song. He then revealed that he actually likes that song. Kind of disappointing that he does, especially because he’s a musician, but this gives me something to make fun of him for later.

I was trying to hang out with him, but being that I was the host, I had a lot of other people to entertain. I made him a drink to get him situated, then ran around to the various people and things that needed tending. This was the first test, is he ok to be left alone in a room full of people he doesn’t know and he passed. He had no problem introducing himself to people randomly and being sociable. I didn’t need to babysit him. Total bonus points.

In fact, he passed every test with flying colors. As the night progressed, he had made friends with several of my friends, like even exchanged phone numbers. He helped me with various drunk people to get them water and make sure they were ok. He knew when to give me space so I can be social with everyone else and when to give me attention. He drank a few drinks, but joked with me to decline a drink by asking if I was trying to get him drunk because I kept giving him drinks. He knew his alcohol limits, paced himself, and stopped before getting hammered. All of these things I was worried about and he did wonderful. The stress and nervousness I felt before has been lifted.

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Throughout the party, whenever Chase had a moment with me, he pulled me in to kiss. When I had to grab something from the kitchen, he came with so we could be alone for a bit to make out. I love all the attention, if only I wasn’t the host, I would have totally pulled him into my room that moment, but couldn’t do that.

At one point in the night, my friends Ana and Ricky pulled Chase aside to talk to him about me. They told him I might come off as tough, but really I’m sensitive and he better not hurt me. When I found this out, I was mortified. Why would they do this to me??? I hardly know the guy and this is something that is bound to send a guy running far, far away.

After confronting Ricky and Ana, they talked me down and said that everything was going to be ok. They said that Chase is really awesome and he didn’t seem too scared by them talking to him. Ana then added, why would he even listen to a word two wasted people had to tell him? I could only hope that they were right.

Once I was calmed from that brief confrontation with the two of them, I walked into the bar to make myself a drink. On my way, Chase was sitting on the couch at the bar entrance. I almost walked right past him, but he pulled me in to kiss him and he told me that my friends gave him some very interesting information. Once again, I was embarrassed, but I tried to hide it. He told me everything they said, but luckily we both laughed about it knowing that my friends were wasted. Extra bonus points.

Everyone at this point was pretty drunk. It was approaching 3am, people were starting to clear out. It was down to Ana, her boyfriend, a few other friends, Chase, and myself. Chase helped me with Ana who was rolling around drunkenly claiming she was a hermit crab. Once I fed her a bagel and gave her lots of water, she sobered up enough for her and her boyfriend to go home.

As soon as everyone left, Chase went straight in for the kill. He started to rub his hands all over my body as we made out. We were still in my kitchen, he tried to get a bit more handsy, but I stopped him. As hot as sex in a public place can be, I also would like to not have any of my roommates walk in on me. I stopped him and took him to my room.

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Once again, we fucked all night. There were some small breaks filled with pillow talk, then more sex, then some sleeping, but then he’d wake me up for more sex. We even made a brief sexual appearance at 5am in the bar, but the couch in the bar proved to be quite loud, so to avoid waking anyone up, I pulled him back to my room. The sex was plentiful and good, but once again, I still couldn’t come. I wanted to, but there’s a learning curve and also a layer of trust that needs to be built for me to ease up enough to come.

The next day, we woke up at about 1pm. He had to get home to get ready for work. I walked him to the front door, then made my way back to my room and passed the fuck out. I was wiped yet again.

The early stages of meeting a new boy are always the best.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus