Using the above techniques and tips, I was able to get this girl to agree to the sex within 10 minutes of messaging her. You'll notice I had forgotten to ask her what her name was until after we'd agreed on the course of action. Oops.
To take up space and make it look like I actually write a ton about each article on this stupid, lonely website, I will tell you the whole embarrassing truth about exactly what happened that night.
I got to her place around 8:50 and parked about 3 houses down on the opposite side of the street because I feared a trick was being pulled on me. Of the many possible horrible outcomes to this meeting, some of the most horrid were it being the wrong address, having her actually be a guy, having her boyfriend answer, having her dad answer with a shotgun, or her being a Fatty McFatty. I waited for a few minutes until I saw her porch lights come on around 9:00pm, our agreed meeting time. I gave her a call, taking care to make it a private call, and said, "I'm outside your house. Get out here."
She told me that her uncle and aunt really wanted to meet me, however, so I had to muster up the courage to go up and ring the damned doorbell. Keep in mind that we had already discussed what she'd told them about me. I was supposed to be a gay friend of hers picking her up to go to the mall or some dumb excuse similar to that. It's all in the chat log. I tell you it was a very awkward moment when her uncle opened the door, and with a twinkle in his eye looked me up and down, gave a big smile and a soft handshake and yelled upstairs for her to get down because I was here. Thank God they didn't make me go inside because I would have felt like I was walking into my death trap.
I already knew she had a lazy-ish left eye from the pictures, and I wasn't expecting anything less than a size 14 from her, so I was not surprised when I saw her lumbering down the stairs towards me standing at the front door. She was wearing some garish black cotton tights and a jacket and was looking for the whole world like a slut, except to her aunt and uncle.
We get in my car and and drove to the nearest Quik-Stop to buy Trojans and lubrication (for the finger-in-her-ass action later that night). Afterwards, we proceeded to start searching for a motel. This would, unfortunately, take up most of the night's time, as the location for cheap motels eluded us. After around 20 minutes of fruitless driving and roughly 20 words from me, I asked her, "Well, you might as well get started on that oral fixation you mentioned, huh?", to which she kindly informed me that she had never done it in a car and would rather wait until we got to the hotel. Fucking tease.
Another 40 minutes pass as I try not to think of what she looks like and not saying a word to her because I was only doing this for research and for the site and because she was a horrible example of when girls take a turn for the worse when the goddamned car ran out of gas.
You see, being a poor college student, it is often the car that takes the most abuse and usually ends up with the least amount of attention until it is too late. So, there we were, stuck at the stoplight of a semi-busy highway intersection, out of gas and sitting next to an ugly... thing. I laughed at the situation at the moment, not knowing that it save my life later that night. I walked over to the nearest gas station, which as luck would have it was 50 feet from where we were stopped, and bought a 1-gallon tank. Things were finally going my way because about 300 meters north of us was a $40/night motel that I drove over to. We'd finally get started. I'm sure the clerk wasn't surprised when I walked in there, asked for the cheapest room for one night, carrying a small brown bag that contained the Trojans and the lube, accompanied by a female resembling a dog, and I'm glad he didn't bother asking.
To take up space and make it look like I actually write a ton about each article on this stupid, lonely website, I will tell you the whole embarrassing truth about exactly what happened that night.
I got to her place around 8:50 and parked about 3 houses down on the opposite side of the street because I feared a trick was being pulled on me. Of the many possible horrible outcomes to this meeting, some of the most horrid were it being the wrong address, having her actually be a guy, having her boyfriend answer, having her dad answer with a shotgun, or her being a Fatty McFatty. I waited for a few minutes until I saw her porch lights come on around 9:00pm, our agreed meeting time. I gave her a call, taking care to make it a private call, and said, "I'm outside your house. Get out here."
She told me that her uncle and aunt really wanted to meet me, however, so I had to muster up the courage to go up and ring the damned doorbell. Keep in mind that we had already discussed what she'd told them about me. I was supposed to be a gay friend of hers picking her up to go to the mall or some dumb excuse similar to that. It's all in the chat log. I tell you it was a very awkward moment when her uncle opened the door, and with a twinkle in his eye looked me up and down, gave a big smile and a soft handshake and yelled upstairs for her to get down because I was here. Thank God they didn't make me go inside because I would have felt like I was walking into my death trap.
I already knew she had a lazy-ish left eye from the pictures, and I wasn't expecting anything less than a size 14 from her, so I was not surprised when I saw her lumbering down the stairs towards me standing at the front door. She was wearing some garish black cotton tights and a jacket and was looking for the whole world like a slut, except to her aunt and uncle.
We get in my car and and drove to the nearest Quik-Stop to buy Trojans and lubrication (for the finger-in-her-ass action later that night). Afterwards, we proceeded to start searching for a motel. This would, unfortunately, take up most of the night's time, as the location for cheap motels eluded us. After around 20 minutes of fruitless driving and roughly 20 words from me, I asked her, "Well, you might as well get started on that oral fixation you mentioned, huh?", to which she kindly informed me that she had never done it in a car and would rather wait until we got to the hotel. Fucking tease.
Another 40 minutes pass as I try not to think of what she looks like and not saying a word to her because I was only doing this for research and for the site and because she was a horrible example of when girls take a turn for the worse when the goddamned car ran out of gas.
You see, being a poor college student, it is often the car that takes the most abuse and usually ends up with the least amount of attention until it is too late. So, there we were, stuck at the stoplight of a semi-busy highway intersection, out of gas and sitting next to an ugly... thing. I laughed at the situation at the moment, not knowing that it save my life later that night. I walked over to the nearest gas station, which as luck would have it was 50 feet from where we were stopped, and bought a 1-gallon tank. Things were finally going my way because about 300 meters north of us was a $40/night motel that I drove over to. We'd finally get started. I'm sure the clerk wasn't surprised when I walked in there, asked for the cheapest room for one night, carrying a small brown bag that contained the Trojans and the lube, accompanied by a female resembling a dog, and I'm glad he didn't bother asking.