jawtheshark's Journal: I got laid....almost

This is a late journal entry, I know... It's about a week late. It's the tale of one of my friends and me, who got a bit closer than I'm used to. Her name is Jenny, and I grew fond of her during the last months. She kept calling me to go out, and who am I to say no to a cute girl?
I was introduced to her on ICQ by a common friend on ICQ, though we never really chatted a lot. We went to the movies once, and then I didn't hear a long time from her. Well lately she became one major part of my life, because we went out dancing quite often. Let me introduce her to you: she is an "educatrice" (that means: she works with small children, "educating" them...quite like a kindergarden teacher, but not in the kindergarden). She has had a tormented past, alcoholic dad, cheating boyfriend and some things I'd really woudn't want to talk about :-( She has a boyfriend: a american military guy who was stationed in Luxemburg. However he has been sent home. She's going to visit him in about 3 weeks.

However, knowing that they would be separated for a long time, he gave her "carte blanche". As long as she didn't tell him, she could do what she wants.

Now let's get back to last saturday. She invited me to have dinner at her place. Normally she is an active girl going to parties, but she strained her ankle when playing football with the boys (at work). So she asked me to take some DVD's to watch. That is what we did: watche DVD's...and she leaned against me, and after a while my arm became numb and I laid it around her. I gently stroked her face the whole evening, until suddenly she jerked my hand away.

What had I done? Nothing, as far as I was concerned! So, thinking I did something bad and it was 3am anyway..So I said that I'd go home. And I went home. At home I sent her an SMS message that I was safely at home (you have to know it was freezing and she lives quite a few kilometers from me). She said: I just finished showering. Showering? At 3am in the night. It turned out (after some SMSes) that she was so horny that she had to take the shower (yeah, you guess what she did!)

The next day, we exchanged some SMSes and finally she invited me for the night. I had to think a whole hour if I'd accept. Hey, I had to work the next day! It was a hard descision...and what would my parents say? (Well, they said: do whatever you want to do....just take precautions) So I went...nervous as never before.

That evening, we watched TV again...same scenario, except I was confident enough to fondle her more....(If you get my drift...you know under the blouse). It seems I did excite her quite a bit, because after a while we went to her bedroom. We kissed a lot, and I caressed her a lot. It took quite some time (heck I'm not going to give you all the details) before she and I were undressed. I pleasured her with my fingers and with my tongue. She said it was better with my fingers, which doens't surprise me...I get enough training by typing all day. One of the things I didn't like is that she refused me to kiss her after I ate her: she doesn't like her own taste....If I had known. Whatever...I did see one girl in extacy :-)
However when the point came when I could have her....dead end on my side. Nothing! It must have been the nerves. I'm sure it was! Well, I didn't come... and we went to sleep.

We talked later on (4 hours on the phone!) and she said I had to let myself go a bit more. Moreover she said I rejected her when she touched me. I wan't even aware of that! It must have been my protective wall I built up over the years. I think she has taken it as a task to teach me sex. I'm not sure...but the SMSes we exchange hint that way.

Tomorrow, (today, according to the clock), she invited me for dinner again....Let's see what happens...

Update (14/04/2002, 3:30CET) So I went there for dinner, she's not a bad cook by the way. This time nothing happened, we watched a little TV (and my favourite DVD: "The Wall", though I suppose this was not really her kind of stuff). We finished a puzzle she was doing, and after that I went home. Yes, in some way I am disappointed... in another way, I am not. She keeps talking about her american military guy. Well, since I'm "just a friend", I shoudn't mind...and I don't. Ah, women... has anyone got a manual to them? Oh, well...up for the next 8 years of abstinence :-)