Does That Make Him More Evil ?

I went to a couchsurfing party with some friends. I saw a girl standing alone and just locked into her, and I mean locked in. We leaned in a corner and talked for like half an hour, no interruptions. There was some kino, including “accidentally” brushing her tits with hand / arm gestures ... she didn't even act like she noticed. I think I opened with “Hi, I'm Sticky. Where are you from ? First Couchsurfing event ?” etc.

She's from France originally, though she's come from a year and a half in South America, and it was her second day here. She knew no one, and confessed later that she was unsure about being here at all (the cold and the big shiny city were a shock to her system.)

Anyway, I finally had to excuse myself to talk to other people.

When I moved into the main group I immediately noticed a tall, curvy blonde, with hair hanging messily in her face, sort of German-looking, but she turned out to be British. Hot ! She rather pretentiously had a book of Rimbaud in the original French tucked under her arm. We bonded over that ... I've read Rimbaud since I was a teen (she also mentioned she “needed a change from Baudelaire,” haha, precious little thing).

She mentioned her writing. I sat her down away from the group and had her tell me one of her stories. Kinoed in pings: arm touches and resting my hand on her leg for a second or two most notably.

I step outside with her for a bit, she bites her lips, then brushes them with her fingers, I grab her forcefully and go for the kiss. She leans way back to avoid me and tells me she's with a guy. She makes it sound like he's inside ... I know this sounds like bullshit but say, “Oh well,” and we keep talking.

Some dude there knew about a house party, and I rounded up both girls and we took off. I wasn't talking to either at the time, so it was effortless, no leaving one to get the other.

Great fucking party, live bands, free beer ... sweet (and sweat). I spend time with both girls. They stood together to watch the band, so I stood behind or in front most of the time and kind of pinged them both at the same time with funny comments (I also walked away though at times to let them miss me ... and try to save what's left of this old rocker's hearing, haha).

After the band, people put on music from their ipods, and during a spell of soul music, I grab the big, beautiful Brit blonde and start dancing with her tightly. She dodges my kiss-to-the-mouth attempts, but I kiss her neck off and on.

Now, at this point I knew a bunch of interesting things about her:

1. She has a big, hairy bush. I walked in on a conversation with her and few other people about shaving, and she said this. The other guys were turned off ... in fact, they didn't even pursue her the rest of the night. Pussies. I told her I hated bald snatch, it felt weird (well, I didn't say “snatch,” haha).

2. She lives with a dude, an older dude of 37 (she's 24) whom she's fucking. The “best friend” of her ex, no less. The more she tried to explain it, the more confused she got. It started “by accident.” She understood it to be open, then asked for it to be; he's not down with it. In fact, he questions her when she comes home late (and he never goes to her parties).

I told her it sounded like she's being manipulated and I don't like people being manipulated, and they should be free to do as they please. Trying to come across as non-judgmental as possible, and slyly hinting I can be discreet and not a jealous dickwad.

Then she says she goes along with it because she cares for him, and feels bad that he feels bad (i.e. she's made to feel it's her fault). What an asshole, eh ? On the other hand, she's no innocent, because she lives there rent-free (and goes to his cottage), and has for months.

Or does that make him more evil ?

Anyway, let me be clear: I don't want to “rescue” her, but I certainly want to fuck her a few times (muff-dive in that big blonde British bush, mmmm … the widest stretch of untamed forest left in the UK, I'll bet), and I think she just wants a push in the right direction. Also, she goes back to the UK mid-June, so time is of the essence, but that's probably in my favor.

As I said, she let me kiss her to a point, and I got my hands under her shirt a bit (just around the waist) while dancing, and what a body ! She's built like a black girl, know what I mean ? A few extra pounds, a real weight to her around the middle, in her ass, her shoulders, her breasts, not some little starved schoolgirl, but all held together in a tight package.

Anyway, I got her email. Could be she needs to feel defensive in the right way to shatter her reality and steal her from the asshole for at least one afternoon (oh yeah, she's home alone during the day). We'll see if she only deals with debauchery through the sepia-colored intellectual tones of a 19th century language not her own, or if she can handle what I have in store for her (damn, I might use that in a later email, hee hee).

She left the party early, as I wished her goodbye (with another neck kiss and telling her she was lovely). She said I wasn't her type. I just laughed and said, “You're gonna make me write depressing French poetry,” a pretty funny callback to when we first met, and she laughed. Although she did also say a bit earlier as we danced that she was sick of attention from guys, but again, I laughed that off. I think I said something like, “Yeah young boys who can't appreciate women intellectually do get tiresome,” and grabbed her tighter so her breasts pressed right against me.

At one point, as she had her arms out a bit, I used the “put your arms around me” command and she complied. All women just want a strong man and unequivocal, doubt-free escalation, regardless of what they say or their walk of life. Amazed it took me so long to get it, but better late than never.

I want this one. Advice ?

Right … back to the French girl (a skinny, tanned dirty blonde). She was great, too, don't get me wrong. Just didn't turn me on the same way. I guess we always want a challenge ... but the Brit was hotter, too, in my opinion, in terms of her face and particularly body-wise. Though the French girl was as intellectually stimulating, if not more, hence locking in for so long at first.

Anyway, I honestly didn't have to game the French girl at all. I went back inside, one of the last couchsurf guys around was trying to game her but seemed to just give up and said goodbye. We stuck around a bit longer, just talking and touching each other a bit, until the last guests left (us, haha).

She had long since lost the chance to get back to the couch where she was staying, and already knew I lived nearby. So I said “You can stay at my place.” No gaming. I walked her home with my arm around her waist, and doing Frank's “Women walk on the inside,” which she thought a bit funny. All the while she's saying repeatedly “This city is turning out better than I thought.” Damn right, baby.

So we get to my place, share a beer while chatting on my futon, and we start making out after a bit. Just happened. I didn't have to “try” to kiss her. There was no resistance, we just looked at each other at for a moment, there was just that shine in the eyes and we slid into it (arm was around her back and brushing her hair already).

Honestly, I wish I could give advice, but there was no gaming, ever. Just instant attraction, connection, and deep, deep comfort as soon as we met.

Unfortunately, she broke off the kissing because she had been up since 7 (it was now like 5 the next morning). I was exhausted too, anyway, and we had so much comfort, I figured it's a sure FWB thing anyway, why rush it with a sub par performance ? Also it was my first couchsurfer, and I didn't want to make her uncomfortable and get bad feedback ... maybe she really did come back mainly to sleep ?

It may be a bit lame, but we slept separately, me in bed, her on the futon. But again, we were exhausted and everyone sleeps better alone, no ? (I mean, when it's really about sleep, haha.) So I respected her boundaries, set her up to sleep as soon as she asked, she rolled onto her front and I sat down on the edge, brushed her hair and back, and kissed her night on the head like my good little girl (of course she smiled sweetly). She let herself out without waking me and left me a sweet note.

So it was a good, effortless makeout with the French girl, and I still did okay with the Brit. I probably have set up a FWB for the summer, and hopefully will nail the Brit, if I can get her to see how much she's dying for a free-spirited, no-strings-attached romp. Again, I would like advice on that one ... how to break her away from her asshole roomie / fuckbuddy ? It occurs to me, re-reading this, I may be pretty close already ... or she's too frightened and I'll never see her again.