Thanks For Letting Me Sit On Your Lap

It's Sunday, I'm doing my usual day game stuff. Good vibe. I walk into a book store and see this hot blond chick sitting down reading. I go up to her without hesitation:

So I banter with her. Tell her I'm looking for a book for my friend, ask her to help me look. She gets up and looks around, gives me a few ideas. I'm keeping the positive vibe, make her laugh a bit, she's witty and confident, which is hot. At some point I tell her, “I'm gonna go walk around, feel free to join me.”

She just looks at me for a bit, I start walking away and she follows.

After awhile her phone rings. I don't care, I just start taking wacky hats and accessories and putting them on her. She's laughing, her phone convo is like 15 minutes long, and all the while I'm playing around and bantering with strangers around me. Finally I grab her phone and I'm just like:

We talk for 2 more minutes, then I say bye and I give her back the phone. HBBlondie talks for like 2 more minutes and hangs up. Then says, “Wanna go get coffee ?” So we do that.

We get to the coffee shop and sit down. We talk about our lives, I tell her I party a lot and I'm more about being in the moment than being a materialistic loser like people in my industry. She relates to it, we stay there for like 30 minutes. Then I tell her I have to meet someone soon (another chick) so we start walking in that direction.

We get there and I make her sit on my lap, we exchange digits (I told her to take mine and drop me a line, but she texts me right away telling me to call her when I have a moment). We part ways and she says: “Thanks for letting me sit on your lap.” I'm like: “Yeah, it is an honor.” (To be fair, I did very little C +F.)

I text her on Tuesday:

Later ...

Later still ...

So I get to the venue at 7:50 or something and she's not there yet ... predictably. I wait five minutes and leave. I come back at 8:05 and she's there talking with the barman. They're having a very deep conversation. I come next to her with a light smile and she ignores me ... only gives me a very quick glance and continues her convo with the barman. I laugh in my head, I say nothing and go sit down on a couch behind her.

I text her:

5 minutes pass and I'm right about to leave the bar when she comes over and sits next to me. I just say: “Hey, what's up?” as if nothing happened. We talk, I lean back being really relaxed and real about everything. I say something to her along the lines of: “You're really a confident person,” and she's like:“We just met !” and I just say: “Yeah, we did,” without any hesitation or extra explanation. She just laughs.

Let me just say that all shit tests were met with indifference and a positive vibe. At some point, she starts rubbing my back for like 8 minutes. I just sit quietly and enjoy it. After she stops I say, “You're pretty good (she was).” And we continue talking.

She starts saying how she wants to start a business but is worried about not being marketable enough: I just tell her that if she wants to convince others of her idea, she needs to convince herself first. Then she tries to say that's not true, and I just give her my views about it in a straightforward way. The moment I stopped talking I saw her eyes light up, and thats when my hand went behind her head and I pulled her in for the make out (which is the only escalation I really did that whole time).

After that, she's the one kissing me, undressing me (she unbuttoned almost all my shirt buttons), I leaned back the whole time. I didn't even reciprocate the kissing after a short time (my lips weren't moving, she was doing all the work, it was hot). This goes on for a while, she compliments me on a few things, and then I say: “Aight so I'm planning on heading home, chilling at my place with some music ... what are you up to ?” She says she might have plans later on and asks me to chill with her for a few more hours until then. I'm like “Nah I'm heading home, just feel like taking it easy for a bit there, you're welcome to join me if you want, though.”

So at first she just laughs it off, but after 5 minutes I start putting on my coat and she's like, “Ok, I just need to drop something off for a friend who lives close by.” So we do that. She pays for the whole bill (something like $70). I don't even ask, she just goes to the bar and does it. I offer to pay for half after I find out, but she's doesn't let me, so I'm like “Ok, I respect that.”

I get to my place, put on some music and tell her to pick anything she wants. She says my music sucks, and I'm like: “I like it.” By the way, I have at least a light smile during all this (the whole time I was with her).

I lay down on the couch, she comes near me and kisses me (I don't reciprocate), her song stops and I just get up and say, “Man, I really feel like cheese now.” She laughs. I get the cheese. We eat some, she starts kissing, I'm still barely reciprocating. She's like, “Wow are you one of those guys who just lets the girl do all the work ?” I ignore it.

Eventually I start reciprocating and we kiss on the way to my bedroom. Ensuing was the best blowjob I've ever had with the most intense sex I've ever had, with her screaming at the top of her lungs and ravaging everything on my desk (hottest point: when I had to pause from thrusting, she cried: “Please please don't stop,” almost sobbing like a little girl, pretty pornstar-ish). Confident girls can chase and they'll fuck you silly if you make them work for it, seems like.

She texts me the next day: