Thursday Night:

Just got through with a somewhat brutal 4/5 previous days at work. Probably should have gone home, because my feet were killing me, but fuckit, I wanted to dance. I didn't even change out of my work clothes, so I was basically wearing a black suit in a hipster joint. I went to this second tier (I thought) dance event, because I'd had fun in the past because it was electro, and was quite Euro in its use of lazers and fog. Also, the doorgirl lets me in for free.

I get there, and it's crowded as fuck. Turns out there was this internationally known mashup DJ who decided to do a last minute show there that night. I had no fucking idea, I expected it to be dead.

The place is filled with people I know, and is sort of a graveyard of past sarges. My FB was also there, but we avoided each other at first, because her roommate hates me. Eventually she starts grinding up against me, mostly back to back. Amusingly, her roommate who supposedly hates me was grinding her ass against my leg for a while, too .

A lot of the night, I was way in my head and out of it, but I tried a couple things to clear my head. Eventually, dancing and just getting into the music did the job.

I make eye contact with a cute girl, very pale, with Betty Page bangs, but not exactly goth. She looks down and to the side, but still points her body toward me. I walk up to her, and start dancing in front of her. You could consider this a pre-approach. I get closer, and start dancing, holding her waist.

Pretty soon, we're pressed against each other, and she's grinding her crotch into my thigh. Like really humping the shit out of it. I have my hand low on the small of her back. I get a bit bold, and start to slide my hand down the back of her pants.

I sense her flinch, so I pull my hand back, and give her some space. When I was less experienced, I would have figured I was blown out at this point. But she's still giving me proximity. I don't react, and pretty soon we're dancing up against each other again, and she's grinding hard against my thigh.

Our hair is starting to tangle into each others, and our noses keep bumping. Since I'm a lot less focused on makeouts these days, it hadn't even occurred to me to kiss this girl until this point. I figure I might as well.

She explodes onto my mouth. Wow. Full on hardcore makeout.

But I'm not after the makeout. I pull away, and dance with her some more. We kiss some more, but I'll break it off, and she'll follow my face. She kisses my neck some.

I decide I want to this this off the dancefloor ASAP. This is a lesson Sleazy tried to teach me a long time ago, and it's possibly it didn't fully set in until that very moment. I notice there's a little nook a few feet away, off the dancefloor. It's not really that much more private, but I figure it'll do for now. I back into it, and pull her in with me. I'm leaning against the back of this booth, and she'll on me. We make out like this a bit more, and I'm touching her ass and stimulating the spots in the small of her back and where her ass meets her hips.

We start holding hands while making out, and she starts playing back with my hands. This is 60's hand holding It's On Moment, WHILE making out with a girl.

That convinces me. It's time to pull.

In my head, I briefly consider my options. Obviously, I could say something like "Let's get out of here" or something along those lines. I realize there's a lot sexier of an option.

I break away from kissing her, take her hand, and just lead her off the dancefloor, down the stairs, and out the venue. A few times, she takes my hand up to her mouth and kisses it.

When we get outside, she finally says something to me. Asks my name. Exchange names, and keep holding hands. That's when it struck me: this girl left the venue with me without me even saying anything to her. Fast, too!

I start walking her towards where my car is parked. I ask her if she drove. She said she walked. She says "Just so you know, nothing's going to happen". "Of course". I ask if she has roommates, she says she does.

"Cool. You wanna come to mine for a drink?" She says sure.

I tell her I am surprised I even made out with her on the dancefloor, since I usually avoid it "because it's tacky" but "there was something I liked about your vibe, so I figured why not?" She agrees.

We get in my car, and I drive towards my place. The drive is pretty short, but took a couple minutes longer because the roads are shit. While driving, she asks me some comfort building stuff. She mentions her majors were Japanese and Anthro. "Haha, you're my ex-girlfriend! She studied those, too. Have you ever been to Japan?" "No... your ex-girlfriend sounds hot." "Yeah, you'd bang her".

I tease her about probably being a big anime nerd, and we talk about a few we'd both seen. Not that knowing WHY she was attracted to me physically made much of a difference in what transpired, but I quite regularly seem to pick up girls who are way into anime and Asian cultures, and hence have something of an Asian guy fetish.

She says she probably wont see me again after this night, and asks if I'm okay with that. I tell her that I'm a very in-the-moment kind of guy, and what we do now shouldn't create any expectations for the future, and set more "we'll do what we want, because it feels good and nothing more" frames.

We get to my place. She kind of slips near my front door when I wasn't watching, and she was a bit embarrassed about it. As I open the door to the stairway up to my place, she says that it's been nice, but she thinks she should go. I tell her that's cool, and we start making out. She keeps saying similar things, but she is also furiously attacking me with her tongue.

I realize the neighbor I share this staircase with isn't home because she's in the process of moving out, so despite the potentially semi-public nature of this staircase, there's no danger of anyone walking in on us. I also think it could be a lot of fun to fuck this girl on these stairs.

I sit back on the stairs, and pull her on top of me. I get my hand down the back of her pants for a while, squeeze her ass, and brush her puss and asshole with my fingers. Her pants are too tight to really do more.

I feel her breasts from beneath her shirt, then undo her bra (learning to undo a girl's bra one-handed is a skill every guy should master), and pull out her tits to suck on them.

I notice how deliciously pale her skin is. She starts fishing around for my cock, and brushes me above my pants. She sucks my neck for a while. That shit always drives me crazy.

I start undoing my belt, but get distracted with her tits. In retrospect, a well-timed cock extraction in this window could have been a pivotal moment.

We make out some more, and I keep playing with her tits. I tell her I really want to lick her pussy. This surprised even me, because it's something I avoid with some of the more questionable girls I've been with.

She repeats that she thinks she should go, more seriously now. I make out with her a bit more, and invite her upstairs a couple times, but she's adamant about leaving. Fact is, we'd only known each other for 20 or 30 minutes at this point and hardly spoken, so her having a massive case of ASD at this point is understandable, and despite both our considerable horniness, it wasn't enough to overcome it.

I offered to drive her home, which was out of genuine concern, since the sidewalks were so snowy. She insisted she preferred to walk, so I didn't push it. Part of me was pretty satisfied with having as gotten as far as I did as fast as I did, and part of me was wary of pushing too hard because I didn't want to come off as a creep. I let her walk off.

She stumbled within a few feet. I giggled to myself.

The next day, I looked at my clothes and they were a hilarious filthy mess. I'd spilled half a beer on the white shirt I was wearing, and my jacket and pants were covered with salt and dust from rolling around in that staircase.

I think the two biggest things I physically could have done while hooking up to have gone farther would have been integrating more push-pull into messing around, instead of basking in the making out and playing with her tits as much as I did. Also, pulling my cock out would have at least contributed more to my pleasure. I was slightly self-conscious, because I wasn't at full mast. But the way my cock was covered with precum when it was all over, it's obvious I was really turned on. She must have been dripping, too.

Sure, things going a bit farther would have pleased me, but if this is the way my year is gonna begin, I'm thrilled to see how the rest unfolds.

--TheLetter