Anyone that knows me, may or may not be aware that I tend to play things down in regards to 'matters of the heart'. And it for that very reason that when I ended up staying the night (per her suggestion since it was very late) I assumed I was going to crash on the couch. And it was still for that same reason that when I ended up laying in her bed (again, per her suggestion), it never crossed my mind that something would 'go down' (no pun intended).
Now, as I write this, I have to ponder on the possibility that maybe she was really clever with hers. Before I got into the bed with her, she insisted that I remove my shorts and shirt because I wore them to the gym and that would be unsanitary. So…yours truly was in his boxers while she lay in her tank top and shorts. I know...I know. She had me stripped down to my essentials like she was running things. What did I do? Uh…nothing.
Me and her. We were cool. There weren't enough 'signs' for me to even think about making a move. Was I going to show her that I only had sex on my mind and was incapable of laying besides an attractive woman without making a pass at her? Absolutely not.
Fast forward.
A week and some goes by. She's at my place. We're watching 'Breakin'' commenting on the homo-erotic undertone of the movie. We're drinking wine again. Buggin' out. Pointing out different things. The combination of the libations and the long week had her knocked…out. The tables turn and she's staying the night (per my invitation). I tell her it's time for to get in the bed. She feigns reluctance, albeit unconvincingly. I give her a shirt to change into, leave the room to put things away and turn things off. I get back and she's already found her way under the covers…fast asleep. Ten minutes later, I find myself following suit.
Skip ahead a couple of hours and we're at the part where I wake up from her backing herself into me slightly. As fast as I open my eyes, I close them. Move ahead some more and she's done it again but with emphasis. A certain level of comfort has been reached now so I put my hand on her waist/hip area. My eyes stay open this time because she's pantyless. Yes, sans cullote.
Now, I'm confused, shocked, puzzled and yes…a little flustered. I'm lying. A LOT flustered. She, up against me. Shirt, up around her waist. And as a result, I was up too. (I'm a man, dammit. Don't judge me.)
"Maybe I'll just roll over and lay on her booty. Yeah. Naw naw naw. Now just lay here and be cool, Ice Cold."
Andre 3000 - Where are my Panties? from The Love Below.
Long story made slightly shorter. I didn't come on to her. Not because she scared the sht out of me when she woke up that morning and immediately asked (with a serious tone) where her panties were. She thought it was funny. I didn't. Not at first. 10 minutes later? Maybe. I didn't make that move because my sixth sense advised against it.
Yes, men have a sixth sense when it comes to you all. I'll explain next time…
6 comments:
Interesting story...lol
it was right there for the taking...lol
DId you draw that picture?
Yes, it was right there for the taking. I'm thinking I should write this part two sooner than later to explain why I didn't just go in (pun intended).
And yes, I drew the pic.
-D
My man, you have to learn from your previous mistakes. For one thing, it isn't about you seeming like you are incapable of sleeping next to a chick. That shit is for the birds, no disrespect intended. It is our collective jobs as gentlemen to push the envelope as far as it can be pushed, without being offensive. What should have happened the second time around is that once you realized she she was sans vicky's, you should have grabbed her up, and squeezed her. Not to suffocate her, but squeezed her tight enough that she knew you were a manly beast and then moved your hips into the best position possible in order for your to, ever so delicately, place your essence against her essence. I trust you know the signature move that is grown folks' "dry humping." You should have breathed very deeply and directly in the back of her neck, since it is one of the most erogenous zones on a woman. She would have let out a nice purr, and that's when you do the "oops did I accidentally touch your nipple" and the rest is history. What I have found out in my travels is that it is not only the women who get to dictate the situation and where things go. No, you don't have to get that putty cat every time, but every now and then wouldn't hurt a bit. Pay attention to the nonverbal cues a woman gives off. Next time she, or any chick gives you the keys, drive the fucking car, Pimpin'. Nice post. Be cool.
drewzee23, my man...You are the FIRST dude to ever respond to a Keys' blog. Congrats on making history! LOL.
With that being said...LMAO. I hear what you're saying loud and clear. Normally, I'm not much of a hesitater in situations at all but this time was different. To be clear, this was the first time this happened. The second "opportunity"...well, that's another story.
But thanks for the advice. I wrote it down AND committed it to memory.
I'm just cracking up at how she supposedly didnt know how her panties vanished. Wow! lol
I'm saying. That sht really was not funny! That (in my best Christopher Wallace voice) had me scared to death!!
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