I’m not really sure how I can describe how my night on Friday went. I mean I supposed it went sort of good considering I’m not too used to going out on dates so often. But to the average man, I guess I’ve bombed it big time.
“Please don’t touch me and even acknowledge that I’m here…”
When she I drove to her place to pick her up, I was actually surprised how nice her apartment was. I came too early it appeared because when I got there, she asked me to wait on the couch as she finished her hair in the bathroom. So I did, trying my best not to analyze her home.
“It can’t be considered nosy when you’re sitting on it.”
I wasn’t sure how much money she made, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t enough to afford this suite. So the first thing that came to mind was that she had a wealthy family…which made me to wonder about her personality. She had several paintings that had to cost around $400. The only reason I knew was because last year out of boredom, I took a trip to a art shop. I couldn’t believe how much the things in there cost. I mean, though some of the paintings were amazing, I was stunned at the prices. It made me wonder why people paid so much for a drawing. It makes sense because of the hard work they put into it and yet strange at the same time…
“I charge my paintings $1 for every minute I worked on it.”
When she finally stepped out the bathroom with a flushed face, I greeted her with a hug, smelling the sweet perfume she had on. I couldn’t hint as to what it was, but I knew it was familiar. I just couldn’t lay my hand as to what it was. It started bugging me and I had to dig into my mind to find out as I took a good look at her. Either she was the most overdressed woman I’ve ever met, or we were going somewhere that I would be underdressed.
“I think I’ll walk in the park with this today.”
I mean what I had on wasn’t the worst thing in the world. I actually feel impressed I didn’t walk into her place with pants and a shirt on. I actually on a suit….sort of. I had the pants, the collar shirt, and the dress jacket…I just had on regular shoes and no tie.
“I swear if I knew we were going to go out to a FANCY dinner party, I would have not shopped at Big Five.”
But she had on a long red dress that met with the floor. Diamond bracelets posted on her left wrist. A diamond necklace that shined brighter than any my light bulbs. Her hair went curly down her back. To tell you the truth, I sort of felt like she was going to ask me to go back to my place so I could change.
“I refuse to let you step out of this house unless you look like a ten in my standards!”
She must have caught me starring at her for a long period of time because she reflected a sly smile and grabbed my hand, taking me to the door. She told me not to be nervous and that she could tell I wasn’t used to going out. This bothered me considering she was the one analyzing me now.
“I just asked her what she wanted to watch and somehow it turned into an argument.”
We didn’t talk much during the ride, but I did ask her what was I going to expect from this party. She told me it would be a regular hosting party that a friend of hers was having. She didn’t want to get too deep into details, so I dropped the subject. She must have been obligated to go to this party despite her free will. Which meant this “friend” was most likely a family member who she wasn’t too close to. But you can’t say no to family when you’re using their income to afford her place.
“Now everyone smile for the picture if you wish to see your next allotment check.”
When we arrived to our designation, I nearly dropped my jaw because of the size of the house…or better yet mansion. Dozens of cars were parked and when we arrived to the front, a valet took my car so he could park it for me. I almost expected to walk on a red carpet when we headed for the door.
When we entered the room, I’ve never seen so many rich people before. They were all gathered in little groups speaking to each other about who knew what. During the time we spent there, we were greeted by a lovely couple who gave me a cold stare. They probably seen my shoes and already hated me. But how was I supposed to know we were going to the Monopoly man’s house.
“Is that how you come to my house? Do you want to be sent to jail?”
Come to find out they were her parents and the party we were attending was a family hosting event. My date didn’t really seem too excited speaking with them, so I decided to get a better as to who they were. They didn’t really enjoy answering my questions, believing they were above me. They asked me what I did for a living as well as my relations with their daughter. I didn’t even know how to answer that.
“I see so many bad routes that could happen based on my answer.”
Before the questions got anymore awkward, my date made a light giggle as she grabbed my hand and dragged me away. That’s when the night began to turn weird for my date.
After getting past several people who tried to engage in small talk with us, she took us upstairs to her old room where a balcony was at. I didn’t know what to do as I stood there besides her looking at the cloudy dark sky. She was just in deep thought. I would have said something, but I actually enjoyed the moment.
Before I asked her a question that’s been on my mind, she finally said something that caught me off guard. She wanted to talk about family and values. But I felt I was the last person to talk about this with. I’ve never been that close to my family and it was rare that I spoke to them. I know it’s weird, but I’ve never really grew up around them. I spent a good time of my childhood reading and spending it in my room. Which could explain why I have a bit of a social disorder sometimes…..
“Maybe I do have a social disorder, or perhaps you’re the one with social dependence? You ever thought about that Ms. Flower?”
Then as we were stepping back into her bedroom, she pinned me against the wall and starred into my eyes. This never happened to me before so I was stunned without a single thought penetrating from my brain. I couldn’t read the situation and she had me in my grip.
“Don’t let her see your boner, don’t let her see your boner..”
As her face moved closer to mine, she whispered, “What type of girl do you like?”
I never really had a peculiar type of girl that I liked other than she better be intelligent. Other than that, I’ve never really dwelled on the subject. But I couldn’t even say that because her hands started to go under my shirt, feeling on my chest. A cold and yet burning sensation took ahold of my body as if her hands were made of static electricity. I accidently grunted as her hand slowly touched my thighs and went down my leg.
A lustful smile curled on her red lips as she touched my….well rod is what I’ll rather say. Part of my mind wanted to tell her to stop and yet the words wouldn’t escape my mouth. I took light breathes to control my thoughts and stared into her eyes as she was just a few centimeters from my face.
It was probably the next words that finally allowed me to catch my guard. I can still remember them. In a sweet and yet fierce tone, she said, “From the moment I’ve seen you walk into my office, I could already read you. Even as I touch your penis, I know you’re not used to this. You have a bubble full of innocence and you don’t allow anyone to get close to you.”
That’s when I realized the type of women she was. It was hard to tell at first, but I was finally able to read her. She wanted to take control of me and make me her prey. She was a predator because of the suppress times her parents given her. She must have spent much of her time alone from society as well, giving her the interest to read about human psychology. I was her human experiment to see if she could change the way I acted and behave.
“Cut the small talk because your penis is mine for the rest of the night.”
My thoughts screamed for her to let me go and yet the next thing I realized was my lips against hers. She pressed her body against me and as if it was by instinct, my body started to move on its own, reciting books I’ve read on how to make a woman feel amazing in bed. My hands griped her waist and ass, hoping I knew what I was doing.
As she started unbuttoning my shirt, her door busted opened with a brunette around the age of my parent giggling as a man my age sucked her neck. They must have not noticed us as he slammed her on the bed, but my date’s face became red.
“Aunty!” My date screamed as the two horny victims on the bed noticed us. The man didn’t look nearly as embarrassed as the cougar next to him. But that embarrassment quickly left her face when she took a notice of me standing in the corner. It was as if she knew who I was because she waved at me and winked. I quickly buttoned up my shirt, realizing what she was looking at.
“How about we make this into a foursome?”
I didn’t have much time to really get to know the aunt since my date dragged me out of the room. She seemed too flush to say anything to me as we walked down the halls and back down to the party. For the rest of the night, we just stayed in the crowds and I had a chance to know her family and friends besides the aunt. But even though we were socializing, I could only think about what she whispered in my ear. It was like she was a completely different person than from the bedroom. She was two faced.
“I like to be play as a Disney Princess in public, but as a playboy bunny when I’m alone.”
Before we were about to leave, her parents insisted that she stay for the rest of the night with them. She was reluctant to do it, but they wouldn’t stop their insist, saying she had too much to drink and had to wake up early the next morning for some kind of event planned. But the parents weren’t kind enough to let me stay, which didn’t bother me.
As I drove home, I knew this battle between the two of us wasn’t going to end this night. I didn’t know whether to be afraid of not, but I had to find out more about this girl. She was like a puzzle and I had a deep feeling that there was something behind the masks she showed me tonight.
“You can keep searching, but you’ll never find out.”