This post serves two purposes – to illustrate that young women are a dime a dozen and that the PUA mindset has nothing in common with naturals. This is the story covering about three months.
When I first moved out on my own I moved into an apartment with my brother. Although it was in an older building it was still a luxury unit of nearly 2000 square feet which provided the opportunity to have parties of 60 people or more.
While moving in there were two young women who sat on the front steps and watched my friends and I move in. The one looked a little like a frog (S) but the other was kind of hot (M). About a week after moving in we had a home welcoming party. As we hadn’t yet met anyone in the building we hadn’t invited any of them. However, as the party got underway there was a knock at the door and (S) and (M) were there - inviting themselves over. I talked quite a bit with (M) and we really hit it off though nothing came of it.
The next week there was another party. This time there was another girl (K). She arrived with a group of people I didn’t know and there was a guy who was hanging onto her. I thought the guy was a little overbearing and wondered why she would tolerate such a guy. They sat on one of the couches and his hand made its way deep between her legs. I kind of flirted with her at one point but figured she was with a boyfriend. Not long into the party and one of the other girls (N) approached me and told me that (K) really didn’t like the guy she was with and would rather be with me.
Next thing I knew the guy came up to me and apologized for putting a move on my girl. Apparently (N) had told him to but out. Soon after (N) brought (K) to me and (K) said something about not feeling well – wanting to lay down. I took her into my bedroom and allowed her to lay on my bed. As she laid there we talked for awhile. It soon became apparent to me that she wasn’t felling sick. So I went and got us a couple of drinks and some snacks and returned to my bedroom – locking the door as I returned. We sat and then laid there for more than an hour talking. At one point she had tried to explain her behavior with the other guy – said something about not really enjoying a party unless a guy was trying to get into her pants.
As we laid and talked, I scooted closer and closer to her until we were practically snuggling. At that point I started to undress her which she offered no resistance….
A few days later another girl showed up at the apartment. A few weeks earlier there was a girl (the same (N) as mentioned earlier). She had arranged a date between a German girl (P) she had recently met and a friend of mine. Part of the deal was that she would go along as a chaperone. Not wanting to be a third wheel she invited me to accompany her. Anyhow, as it turned out, my friend and (P) didn’t hit it off so well. The four of us were party hopping and I kept sneaking flirts with (P). At some point we stopped at a pizza place to eat. When my friend and (N) went off to the bathroom (P) smacked the seat next to her and even though we couldn’t understand each other so well (her English was about as good as my German) I quickly understood her meaning so that by time my friend and (N) returned (P) and I were making out.
Anyhow, after a few meetings with (P) she was insistent on moving in with me which I reluctantly agreed to. Now was the problem, I was living with (P) but still going out with (K). However, (P) left a lot without telling me where she was going which made me suspect that she might have another boyfriend besides me. A guy who lived in our building took an interest in (P) and told me so. I told him it was okay if he pursued her as it would give me time with (K). So, while I was out with (K) this guy told (P) that I had another girl so that later on she would move out, but not with the guy but with the other boyfriend I suspected she had.
A couple of weeks later, at another party there was a group of young women there whose ride had left them stranded. I told them that I would give them a ride home later that night. There were four of these women and I took them home. They all lived in the same neighborhood and I dropped them off one by one. When I got to the last (C) she didn’t tell me where she lived but rather asked if I liked her. Earlier, at the party we had flirted a bit and I was hopping we could get together. When I nodded my head in the affirmative she reached across the center console and started running her hand across my stomach and legs. I asked her if she wanted to go home or if she wanted to return with me which she responded with a kiss and more aggressive groping. When I got her back to my place I was really in the mood. I must have ejaculated in her ten times that night. The last one was on the dry side but still quite a thrill. It’s what brought her back a couple of years later, but that is another story.
For the next couple of weeks I was switching back and forth between (K) and (C) enjoying myself very much.
One night a bunch of people arrived at my apartment, mostly my brother’s friends and soon there was a party going on. Neither (K) nor (C) was there. Seeing that there was another party going on, (S) and (M) again invited themselves over. Quickly (M) and I hit it off again. In our conversation I mentioned that I had made all of my own furniture. In showing her the different pieces we ended up in my bedroom where was my largest piece, a king sized water bed. (Remember this was more that 30 years ago.) She said that she had never slept on a water bed and if it was okay that if she came over some day, if she could sleep on it. I told her, “sure”.
Later that night, after the other guests had left and I was about to lay down to sleep there was a knock at the door. It was (M) in her pajamas and robe saying that tonight was as good as any other. When we got to my bedroom she took off her robe. Since she was wearing grandma-style flannel pajamas I figured she was really just there to see what it was like to sleep on a water bed.
The next night, as I was about to lay down to sleep there was another knock at the door. It was (M) again. And, again, she had on her robe and fuzzy slippers. But this time, when we got to my bedroom, when she removed her robe, rather than the grandma-style flannel pajamas, she was bare a$$ed naked. Thus began my adventure with a woman who was more addicted to sex than I have ever been. I’ll continue with a future thread “Life with Monica” (not her real name)
When I first moved out on my own I moved into an apartment with my brother. Although it was in an older building it was still a luxury unit of nearly 2000 square feet which provided the opportunity to have parties of 60 people or more.
While moving in there were two young women who sat on the front steps and watched my friends and I move in. The one looked a little like a frog (S) but the other was kind of hot (M). About a week after moving in we had a home welcoming party. As we hadn’t yet met anyone in the building we hadn’t invited any of them. However, as the party got underway there was a knock at the door and (S) and (M) were there - inviting themselves over. I talked quite a bit with (M) and we really hit it off though nothing came of it.
The next week there was another party. This time there was another girl (K). She arrived with a group of people I didn’t know and there was a guy who was hanging onto her. I thought the guy was a little overbearing and wondered why she would tolerate such a guy. They sat on one of the couches and his hand made its way deep between her legs. I kind of flirted with her at one point but figured she was with a boyfriend. Not long into the party and one of the other girls (N) approached me and told me that (K) really didn’t like the guy she was with and would rather be with me.
Next thing I knew the guy came up to me and apologized for putting a move on my girl. Apparently (N) had told him to but out. Soon after (N) brought (K) to me and (K) said something about not feeling well – wanting to lay down. I took her into my bedroom and allowed her to lay on my bed. As she laid there we talked for awhile. It soon became apparent to me that she wasn’t felling sick. So I went and got us a couple of drinks and some snacks and returned to my bedroom – locking the door as I returned. We sat and then laid there for more than an hour talking. At one point she had tried to explain her behavior with the other guy – said something about not really enjoying a party unless a guy was trying to get into her pants.
As we laid and talked, I scooted closer and closer to her until we were practically snuggling. At that point I started to undress her which she offered no resistance….
A few days later another girl showed up at the apartment. A few weeks earlier there was a girl (the same (N) as mentioned earlier). She had arranged a date between a German girl (P) she had recently met and a friend of mine. Part of the deal was that she would go along as a chaperone. Not wanting to be a third wheel she invited me to accompany her. Anyhow, as it turned out, my friend and (P) didn’t hit it off so well. The four of us were party hopping and I kept sneaking flirts with (P). At some point we stopped at a pizza place to eat. When my friend and (N) went off to the bathroom (P) smacked the seat next to her and even though we couldn’t understand each other so well (her English was about as good as my German) I quickly understood her meaning so that by time my friend and (N) returned (P) and I were making out.
Anyhow, after a few meetings with (P) she was insistent on moving in with me which I reluctantly agreed to. Now was the problem, I was living with (P) but still going out with (K). However, (P) left a lot without telling me where she was going which made me suspect that she might have another boyfriend besides me. A guy who lived in our building took an interest in (P) and told me so. I told him it was okay if he pursued her as it would give me time with (K). So, while I was out with (K) this guy told (P) that I had another girl so that later on she would move out, but not with the guy but with the other boyfriend I suspected she had.
A couple of weeks later, at another party there was a group of young women there whose ride had left them stranded. I told them that I would give them a ride home later that night. There were four of these women and I took them home. They all lived in the same neighborhood and I dropped them off one by one. When I got to the last (C) she didn’t tell me where she lived but rather asked if I liked her. Earlier, at the party we had flirted a bit and I was hopping we could get together. When I nodded my head in the affirmative she reached across the center console and started running her hand across my stomach and legs. I asked her if she wanted to go home or if she wanted to return with me which she responded with a kiss and more aggressive groping. When I got her back to my place I was really in the mood. I must have ejaculated in her ten times that night. The last one was on the dry side but still quite a thrill. It’s what brought her back a couple of years later, but that is another story.
For the next couple of weeks I was switching back and forth between (K) and (C) enjoying myself very much.
One night a bunch of people arrived at my apartment, mostly my brother’s friends and soon there was a party going on. Neither (K) nor (C) was there. Seeing that there was another party going on, (S) and (M) again invited themselves over. Quickly (M) and I hit it off again. In our conversation I mentioned that I had made all of my own furniture. In showing her the different pieces we ended up in my bedroom where was my largest piece, a king sized water bed. (Remember this was more that 30 years ago.) She said that she had never slept on a water bed and if it was okay that if she came over some day, if she could sleep on it. I told her, “sure”.
Later that night, after the other guests had left and I was about to lay down to sleep there was a knock at the door. It was (M) in her pajamas and robe saying that tonight was as good as any other. When we got to my bedroom she took off her robe. Since she was wearing grandma-style flannel pajamas I figured she was really just there to see what it was like to sleep on a water bed.
The next night, as I was about to lay down to sleep there was another knock at the door. It was (M) again. And, again, she had on her robe and fuzzy slippers. But this time, when we got to my bedroom, when she removed her robe, rather than the grandma-style flannel pajamas, she was bare a$$ed naked. Thus began my adventure with a woman who was more addicted to sex than I have ever been. I’ll continue with a future thread “Life with Monica” (not her real name)
