LA Decompression Party

A girl with dreads comes up to me and says I have beautiful hair. The next half hour is a blur, even for her (I debriefed her later). We watch the fire ceiling art piece, holding hands. We dance for ten, fifteen minutes. The whole time I’m concentrated on getting to know her while sharing tidbits of my identity to her.

We walked around, looking at art. One art piece had lightning balls for eyes but it was too high for her. I touched it, then picked her up to touch it, to physically dominate her.

In the beginning I used my tour guide routine, so she showed me around a few places. I corrected that later, leading her around places. We wound up at a dance floor for a while. I told her “Let’s go.” and led her around. We found free food. We each grabbed a plate, sat down on the grass, and ate and connected.

The lead-up to the kiss was natural. I was already holding hands with her, had my arm around her shoulder and waist, whispering into her ear, stroking her face. I started kissing her neck, then gradually moved to her face and onto the lips.

This girl likes to scratch my back, so I use it to gauge her interest level and mirror it. If she scratches harder, I stroke the back of her neck, her scalp, the side of her tits. If she scratches less, I graze her shoulder. If she strokes my back under my shirt, I finger her through her pants.

We met up with Nomad, and it turns out he already opened her on the train ride here! Oh well, she’s mine now. He told me he’s leaving. Minutes later I ask her for a ride because I don’t know how to get back. She points out that Nomad was still there. Fuck, haha. I ignored that for a few minutes, until he was gone for sure. I told her she looked cold (she was shivering) and we left. She said she has to work either tonight or tomorrow morning. I tell her I have stuff to do in the morning so she can’t stay anyway. She readily agreed.

We had an adventure getting to the car and also getting the car out of the parking lot. It was pretty fun. During the car ride she leads the conversation to sex a lot. I talk about it minimally but don’t contribute as much. This is so that I don’t seem overly interested in sex but also not uncomfortable with it. Just like with interest levels, I mirrored her sexual interest level.

We arrive at the house. I show her around, push her on the bean bag, make out a little. Take her to the fire pit. I pull her to sit on my lap but she straddles me instead, saying it’s sexier. Okay this girl is fucking horny. I make a false pretense that it’s cold and pull her into my room.

She comments on my bass and plays with my snowboard tentacles. I tell her that when I wear that, it creates drag when I fly down the mountain, and pull her dreads to demonstrate. She loves it.

We make out on the bed, strip. I put on a condom. She asks if it’s okay that we just do oral because she doesn’t know me that well. I weakly agree. If there was one point I could have lost everything, it was here.

She tells me, “If it’s any consolation, I’ve been told I give good head.” Honestly, I was staring at her tongue stud throughout the night, wondering how that would feel. She definitely gave good head, though I don’t know how much of it was her tongue stud.

She swallows my load. I finger her G-spot, deep spot, back deep spot. She says she’s notoriously hard to work with. She fingers her clit while I work on her G-spot and deep spot but still it doesn’t work. Oh well. I need to work on my Month 7 more! haha

We’re cuddling and she starts giving me a hand job. I’m hard again so I reach for a condom, but she hears it and declares again that she doesn’t know me well enough to fuck me. I position myself so she can blow me, which she does again, though she doesn’t swallow this time.

I ask her what her first impression of me was. She said I had a good look, but doesn’t really remember the rest. We chat some more and she falls asleep.

I can’t sleep because it’s too early for me. I wonder if I should do exactly what I want, according to No More Mr. Nice Guy, and turn on the lights, drink water to prevent a hangover, and start fiddling on the laptop. I decide to compromise and read The Count of Monte Cristo on my iPhone until I was tired enough to sleep.

I wake up earlier than her and tease her for that, haha. Finally, someone who sleeps more than me! We chat a little, she starts licking my nipples. I nudge her down and she blows me again, swallowing my load. Good girl. She comes back up and asks if I finished. I told her she did. She says, “Good. Sometimes it’s hard to tell because there’s not much cum from morning wood.” I like a girl who finishes what she starts.

I kick her out, saying I want to get to the farmers market. She drives me to House 2, where I parked, but it’s too late. Oh well. I call her to give her my number. I try to set up plans before she leaves in five days, but she says she’ll probably be busy. We make tentative plans when she gets back in two weeks.

This girl looked almost nerdy and socially low value, but she’s a bit of a freak in the bed. She likes to bite, she likes to be bitten, she works the balls and cock well. Never would have expected it.

I was surprised how comfortable she was talking about sex. She told me about guys she’s seeing, some Halloween fantasy she might be doing, and the sexual implications of horror movies. Also she asked straight up when I was last tested. In that regard she’s more of a man than I am, for now.

I’ve gotten very used to the mixed signal kino, mirroring interest levels. It’s automatic now. Kino isn’t as big of a deal as it used to be. My conversations with this girl were mostly listening to her talk about herself and sharing my identity. I absurdified a few times, like when she asked if I’m a psycho who would knife her to death (“No, I’ll use thumb tacks. You won’t die but you’ll be in severe pain.”) I shared vulnerability stories about my past, how I’m not perfect, things I’m working on, future goals.

Knowing she’s fucking other guys, I wonder my social value relative to them. Knowing most other guys, I’m assuming I’m pretty high, but there’s always that doubt. Also she seems to have low social value herself, from her looks, but she’s obviously got experience.