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The first time you finally get physical with a new partner is always a little surprising. Sometimes it’s set up. Sometimes it just happens. But however it comes about, it’s never what you expect. Take my first time with Jeremy for example. He and I had been dating for a couple months, and it was going extremely well! I had met him in my English Literature class during my sophomore year in college, and his insightful opinions had immediately caught my attention. He’d seemed to me the type of guy to be a great lover- sensitive, smart, sweet, etc.- and after all the douchebags I’d been dating previously, he seemed perfect. I’d set him as my target and hit the bulls eye on the first shot! I was delightfully surprised to find that he liked to have fun along with being good in academics, but that led me to wonder what was wrong with him. All that was left was the bedroom. So, I carefully laid my trap. This wasn’t my first time seducing a guy, I knew how to successfully lure them. Step One: The excuse. Hey, my roommate’s gone tonight and I’m feeling kind of scared here alone. Want to come over and watch a movie or something? I pressed send on the text. Sure, it’s not all that subtle, but he’s a guy, why wouldn’t he- My cell phone buzzed. I’m sorry I can’t tonight. Try turning on all the lights and listening to music. I promise you there’s no ghosts or killers lurking around. 🙂 … What? Okay, maybe Jeremy is going to be a little more of a challenge. No problem though, I’m Clarise! There’s no guy I can’t seduce! Or at least…that’s what I thought. The next night Jeremy and I were Göztepe escort bayan walking around downtown holding hands like an adorable couple would. When we got back to his truck I stopped him from opening the door for me and instead pulled him close and kissed him. We had kissed plenty of times before, so he joined in happily, cupping the side of my face with his warm palm and only lightly brushing his tongue against mine. Jeremy was a damn good kisser, and I was beginning to think there was no way anything could be wrong with him, even sexually. Then he stopped. He pulled his lips away and, while resting his forehead against mine, whispered, “It’s getting late. Come on.” He opened the door of the big Toyota Tundra like a gentleman, and, despite my desire to keep going, I got in. When we got back to my little apartment I invited him in for a drink or something, but he reclined with the excuse that he had to finish some school work. Really? I’m getting passed up for school work? Okay, time to turn it up a notch. I made sure to make myself look just a little better than usual every day for the next week, adding just a little more makeup, dressing my hair up nicely, wearing things that really accentuated my…perks. I could feel his eyes on me during class of course, but I pretended not to notice. Perfect! It’s working! Or not. On Friday I asked him if he wanted to come over for dinner, after all I was a pretty damn good cook. But this time his excuse was that he already had plans with friends. Oh come on, seriously? I’ve heard that one Escort Caddebostan a million times. I was beginning to think I should just give up. I’m never going to get this guy into bed! I went home that night and just watched TV until about 9:30, at which point I got up to go take a shower. My shower was going perfectly fine, as normal, but right when I was starting to wash the shampoo out of my hair I noticed a dark black spot up in the corner. A dark black circle with eight little dark black legs. Yes, I’m a girl. I screamed. I’m arachnophobic, okay!? I can’t help it! It’s an irrational fear-meaning not-rational. So, as a not-rational person would do, I screamed, turned off the water, grabbed my towel, and ran out of the bathroom. “Kelsey!!!! Kelsey! Kelsey!?” I yelled for my roommate, but heard no response. Damn it! She isn’t home! So, of course, like a not-rational person would do, I called the first person that came to mind. He picked up his phone on the first ring. “Clarise? Is something wrong?” “YES! There’s a big black spider in my shower and I didn’t even know it was there and I just saw it when I was washing my hair and it scared me and Kelsey isn’t home and I don’t know what to do and-” He interrupted my frantic babbling with laughter. “It’s okay,” he said in between chuckles, “I’ll come over. Just calm down.” My fright immediately simmered down. “Okay, thank you Jeremy.” Okay, I know, this sounds like some elaborate trap on my part, especially the part where I was still wearing only a towel when he arrived, but I promise Bağdat Caddesi escort sex was the last thing on my mind! I was so preoccupied with my spiders-are-everywhere paranoia that I didn’t even think about getting dressed. It didn’t even occur to me that I was practically naked until he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of me. His eyes nearly popped out of his head and his cheeks were painted a rather cute pink color. But his erection-in-the-waiting didn’t matter to me at the time. I quickly closed the door behind him and led him to the bathroom. “Up there,” I pointed toward the back corner of the shower where the evil peeper was still sitting, just staring at me. Jeremy started laughing again. “That little thing? That’s what has you so freaked?” I only glared at him. “I have arachnophobia, don’t laugh at me!” Still laughing, he said, “sorry, sorry.” Then he simply grabbed a tissue and reached up and squished it. HA! TAKE THAT YOU LITTLE DISGUSTING CREATURE! Sorry…I hate spiders. Flushing the dead spider down the toilet, he said, “There. Crisis averted.” The smile he beamed at me was so sweet and kind that it actually gave me that fluttery feeling in my stomach- something I hadn’t felt in a long time. It made me smile without warning. “Thank you,” I said, and I really meant it. He continued to look at me, and then chuckled as he took a step closer to me. “What?” I asked. He brought his hand up and took a bit of my black hair. “You have shampoo in your hair,” he laughed. The small hope that had been rising inside of me quickly dropped. Then he looked around the bathroom and grabbed the robe that was hanging on the back of the door. “Here, let’s get you covered up,” he said, tossing it around me. I didn’t take it. “Why?” I whispered, looking down at his feet. “What?” I looked up at him, blue staring into blue, and asked, “Why don’t you want to sleep with me?” He was dumbfounded.
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