Thanks brothas. Now, on to the actual report.
She just left my place.
Here's what happened.
Our plans were to meet at 6. Around 4, I'm thinking she's probably feeling pretty nervous about meeting up with a guy she just met for 20 minutes a week ago, so I shoot her a text to ease things up: "You've probably forgotten what I look like. It's ok. I'm going to wear a clown costume so you'll be able to spot me." I did that to covertly confirm our date and to try to squash any chance she might suddenly flake out of nervousness.
We both show up at our spot at 6 pretty much on the dot. Greet w/hug, it's fwcking freezing cold outside. She looks really cute, even more attractive than I remembered her.
Her: Where's the clown costume?
Me: I decided to go with the douchebag costume instead.
Me: So what do you want to do? I kind of want to join the festivities down there (ice skating)
Her: Ice skating? I don't know...(tonality seemed to say she didn't really want to do it)
No matter, I lead, and we go ice skating. It's pretty fwcking fun, we both suck so we're terrified of falling the whole time. Held hands the whole time. Got on the ice, got off to rest for a bit, did that 3 times total, prob about 45 min all in all.
I realize quickly that this girl is quiet/shy, at least to me for now. She's very passive and doesn't really give green lights, red lights, or even yellow lights. No lights, I'd say. She doesn't really laugh at my jokes, unless it's something really funny, then she'll kind of chuckle. I try to maintain eye contact over and over and over, but she hardly ever looks at me and almost always talks to me from the side.
Good thing ice skating got her out of her shell a
little bit, yet only temporarily. When she got scared of falling, she'd hold on to me real tight and freak out lol whereas she's usually quite stoic. We didn't talk too much while we were ice skating. In the beginning I shot the sh1t and bantered because the date was just starting, but once we got in a groove I let the silence take over as we just wordlessly enjoyed the experience. No need to force the conversation there.
We return our skates and bounce. Earlier while we were skating, I asked if she was hungry, she said not really. I wasn't either. At this point I bring her to a nearby sit-down restaurant to "grab a dessert". Of course, we get seated across from each other, but I throw that to the wind immediately and sit next to her in the booth saying "it makes more sense since we're sharing the dessert".
Here is where I start solidifying the comfort enough to bring her back home. The conversation is rather slow-paced and not super-interesting, but that's okay. I let it happen at a natural pace, at a pace that suited her, rather than try to drop her panties with endless (forced) charm and wit. The few flirty/sexual comments I do make though, she really does not respond to at all. No matter, just gotta take it easy in that regard.
I make sure I get enough personal info out of her so that I have reasonably have the impression of having qualified her enough to have a reason to like her. At one point I interrupt her and say, "You know what, you're so chill. I love that."
About halfway through our time here, I made sure to seed plausible deniability for bringing her over. Tell her about an old TV show that I've been watching some of and somehow tied it in to our conversation, and vaguely said "I'll show it to you."
When we were done, I paid the check and said "Wanna come over and hang for a bit? I'll show you _________ too." She replied "Sure" with no resistance.
Seriously, that
one response to my escalation attempt was one of the VERY, VERY few IOI's she showed all night. To the normal observer, she wasn't interested in me at all. She made it difficult for me to talk to her - didn't really laugh, never flirted back, didn't really try to crack jokes. I didn't let that stop me though, whenever she seemed to not really contribute I just shrugged it off and continued random bantering until I was able to hit a topic that she could chime in on.
We hop on the bus, and during the ride it's more of the same.
We get to my place, I let her use my bathroom before I go. I keep talking to her through the door as she's taking a p1ss lol. After she's done, I go in, then I remark at how good my tiny bathroom smells after her being in there, and that whatever shampoo she uses, I'm going to buy it and put it in my bathroom.
She finally makes a joke and responds "Oh no, that's just me." I walk back over to her, give her a hug, then a kiss on the cheek. Don't know why, that's just what I felt like doing. Definitely noticed tho that when I kissed her on the cheek she was expecting it to go somewhere else...
I take my p1ss, then when I come back out I start setting up my projector so we can watch the show. After setting it up, I walk over to her and just grab and make out with her. Absolutely no resistance, none.
After kissing a bit I say "Ok seriously, I want to show you this show." We plop down on the couch, I put the show on. My arm's around her of course and I'm gently touching her arm, hair, etc. here and there as we're watching.
When the episode ends, I can't hold myself back anymore. I make out with her, then make out with her harder. She's into it. Before long, I pick her up and carry her to my bed.
We make out for like an hour and a half. She resists me taking off even her
long sleeve shirt, it takes me three tries before she lets me take it off. Then lifting her short sleeve shirt up above her bra is as far as I get, I tried at least 5 times to take it off but she stopped me every time lol.
So for this next part, please keep in mind guys, that I've only been to second base with ONE girl in my life, and that was two months ago. So when I make out, I don't just keep kissing kissing kissing kissing, I like to kiss, back off, kiss somewhere else, and for some reason I like to just hang back and admire her beauty for a while.
Not after long, I catch her kind of rolling her eyes and looking away in a passive-aggressive way. I kind of call her out on it, she refuses to tell me why she's doing it. Eventually I kind of figure out (I think) that she hates when I stop making out and stop to basically do nothing. Every time I do it she tries to pull my head back in to make out more. So I stop doing that eventually lol and just keep locking the lips while moving my hands around.
As passive as this girl is socially, she liked things ROUGH. I eventually figure this out as I dry-hump the **** outta her. She seems to be enjoying it as she presses her crotchal area up to me HARD and moans. Eventually I start doing this harder and harder, to the point where I'd hump her with all my goddamn strength until I was completely out of breath. Basically I thought of how I'd be fwcking her if our clothes were off (i was down to just my boxers, she still had on her shirt and jeans).
At one point I gave a quick shot at unbuttoning her jeans. She quickly stopped me.
All of a sudden, I tell her I want to teach her some guitar. We head to the room, I can't help but make out with her for like another 10 min before I pull out the guitar and teach her a couple chords. She's not too into it and eventually tells me to play a song instead of her learning one.
I'm not in the mood for playing her a sappy, acoustic guitar romantic song (which are the majority of what I play), so I actually play a cover for a comedic rap song that Jon Lajoie wrote. It's extremely outlandish and vulgar, yet very, very witty if you understand the underlying messages of the song.
She seems to appreciate it.
We go back to making out, and it only gets more and more intense. It is around here that I really discovered she likes it rough, so I roughed her up as much as I could. This time I fwcking THREW her down on my bed and surprised the sh1t outta her. I slammed her against the wall a few times. I switched back and forth between Emotion and Dominance. One moment I'd be all sweet and gentle, softly kissing her and stroking her air, then ALL OF A SUDDEN I'd shove her, grab her arms and squeeze them as hard as I could, slammed them down on the bed as hard as I could, then make out with her like my life depended on it.
Started to realize she enjoys some pain. I start slapping her @$$ as hard as I can. She just laughs. I reach down through her jeans and squeeze her jeans. It takes me digging my nails into her a$$ hard as I can before I finally get a bit of an idea of the upper limit of how much pain she enjoys.
Could type some more but I'm tired as fwwwwwwwck and I wanna get this report out. So, that was basically the gist of it.Physically, that's as far as we got, w
