Booty Call (The Real One)

I didn’t hear from Toby again until Tuesday. I got a text message from him saying he wanted and needed to get laid, and asked how I was doing, what I was up to. I took that as a hint, so I asked him if it was. He said what would I do if it was. I told him to give me three reasons why I should think about it.

“It’s crazy, it’s spontaneous, it’s out of the usual, I would make it worth your while, I triple dog dare you, you like me, the list goes on, but you only wanted three reasons.” Wow, what the hell was I supposed to say to that? Such appealing reasons, and as much as I wanted to continue the flirting, it was time to tell him the truth.

I asked how he would react if I told him that I was still a virgin (but have done other things). He said that would be ok, and wondered what other things I had done. I told him, pretty much just handjobs and blowjobs. I asked him what kind of stuff he was into, and he said his favorite was getting head and having the girl swallow, but had done a little bit of everything.

I texted back that he sounded experienced, and maybe he could teach me a few things. That began a very long flirting text conversation, with us planning to meet up Thursday night at midnight and play around. He told me to wear a thong and a sexy outfit. I told him I was already wearing a thong. He said he couldn’t wait to see me in one.

I finally found the words to tell my mom my plans for the next night. She seemed concerned, but didn’t say anything else, other than be safe.

He called me at 11 to say he was on his way, and by 11:30 I was at his house. I met his parents and we all watched “Role Models.” He said it was an icebreaker for us. I said that was good, and made sense. The movie was good, and his parents I found very entertaining. I felt really comfortable with all of them. At two, they decided to go to bed. It was just me and him.

I followed him to the back of the house where his room was. We stood there talking for a few minutes, just about school and such. All of a sudden he asked how I wanted to do things. That is where I froze, ladies and gentleman. That is also where I realize I am full of talk and only a little game.

I told him I didn’t know, and asked what he wanted to do. He said it was up to me. After a while, it all seemed to come together. It was all a huge misunderstanding. That first text he sent was just him messing around. Because I played along, so did he. My texting was full of flirting, and he was playing along, believing it (though I was too).

As soon as he realized how nervous I was, he got really unsure of himself, and told me that he felt like would be taking advantage of me/treating me disrespectfully. He asked me why I was nervous, and I told him that I had never really done this spontaneous kind of thing before, and that I had only done stuff with past boyfriends. That made him even more hesitant, but by this time we were face to face, inches apart.

Give me some love.