We Matched on Tinder 2

I'm not sure what shocked me more, the fact that she was JUST as hot in person as she was in pictures and over FaceTime or the fact that she wore leggings. After I slyly mentioned don't wear leggings in a sex-related text message that she blatantly ignored per usual. I feel like the latter of the two had me dumb-founded into idiot mode right from the initial greet in which I completely fucked up the initial meet by practically being speechless. I mean speechless to the point where she asked, "what am I not what you expected?" and I had to quickly recover and reassure her that wasn't the case. How terrible of me. But really, that wasn't what I expected. In a good way. I mean we are talking about a woman I had every conversation with under the sun from what we'd name our star athlete kids that we were going to have to what we'd make our wedding colors, but never once no mentioning of what position she wanted me to rail her in post-ceremony.

(Note: Although we were highly attracted to each other, all of these conversations were light-hearted. We weren't literally thinking about marriage and having babies prior to meeting and discussing this in a serious manner. Wanted to clarify my sanity. LOL)

She was every bit of amazing at dinner as she was over text messages and FaceTime. Nah, let me re-word that. She was even more amazing. By the end of dinner I was completely 110% head over heels for someone I had never even kissed. That was about to change though.

Of course I'm talking about the "never even kissed" comment changing. After dinner I walked her back to her car and told her to follow me to my place. She agreed to come over as long as there was, and I quote, "no funny business." -- I live in a gated residential and didn't want her leaving her car at the restaurant so it was easiest for her to just follow me. When we arrived at my house she made about 50 smartass remarks noting my decorating skills and jokingly commented some fuckery about how I needed a woman's touch around the place. (What can I say? I love my sports decor... #BachelorLife) Point is - She didn't come onto me, not even in the slightest. That was about to change. I grabbed the remote and turned on the Mariners game and fell back onto the couch and patted the seat next to me and made the "kissy kissy" come here noise jokingly. You know, like how you'd summon a puppy. She plopped down next to me and leaned her head on my shoulder. I put my arm up and around her and hugged her in a little and all that weighed on my mind was "are you going to fucking kiss me or not?" It must of weighed on my mind so much that I full-idiot mode because she said, "I really like you. Incase you were wondering." I responded with, "are you going to fucking kiss me or not?" Luckily, as stupid as I probably sounded I wouldn't take back the mentioning of that sentence for a do-over even if you paid me. She cracked up laughing and smacked a kiss right on my lips and whispered "so I take it you really like me too?" before continuing the kiss. Instant boner.

I wrapped my arms around her and we got lost in a hot make out session and tangled up on the couch. All I could think was.......

bruh she's gotta feel it. I know I'm pressing straight into her side. She said no sex on the first date. No wait, she said no expectations of sex. Which one is it? Surely if she wanted to fuck she would of grabbed my junk by now. Well she also hasn't stopped kissing me. Fuck I am pulsing. She said no sex on the first date like 2 weeks ago and no expectations of it like 3 days ago. Does no expectations mean no? Or does it mean I just shouldn't expect it? I'm lost in my own thoughts and not enjoying the moment which is exactly what I counter-prevent happening during sex. I need her to pull a me on me in this situation and reassure. I ended those thoughts with a two-word thought: Fuck it.

I manuevered my way to laying on top of her between her legs without making it obvious of what I was about to do and without breaking the kiss and little by little let a little more of my weight press onto her. I second guessed myself one last time before going any further with it and quickly ended that second-guessing with a smack of fact:

I told her not to wear leggings.

TO BE CONTINUED..........................