I'm going to try to go over the lay in more detail, so here goes:

She initially sent me an email via myspace and thats how we started talking. we talked on aim a bit. maybe two or three times. i'd say the most significant thing she said was, "i don't sleep with guys until the third date." i just disacknowledged the comment and talked about something else.

On that thursday, I called her around midnight when i was already at the club. she was in her pajamas and she didn't have any friends that wanted to go. but she ended up showing up anyway. alone. i go outside to meet her, immediately give her a kiss, take her hand and lead her to the club. i get her to cut the line and in for free.

i know by this point there's a ton of attraction. we go to the bar and i get us some drinks. i get drinks for free there so its no big deal. she asks to see around the club. and this is great, because i was going to introduce her to a few friends that were there, but its like, yes isolation. i take her downstairs. and i say, "the booths in the back are awesome. i'll show you later."

we start dancing, she had told me how good of a dancer she was online. i think i might have kissed her here. i'm not entirely sure. when a song i don't like comes on i bring her to the back booth. we're sitting back there, almost completely alone. we start making out. she stops, says lets get another drink. i think she was drinking to justify her making out with me right away.

we go back and forth between dancing and the booth. at one point, and i actually loved how i handled this, she goes, "you have really small hands." now this has always bothered me. its been a limiting belief i guess you could say. but i just answered, "yeah whatever, they're bigger than yours," and started making out with her again. after 2 or 3 drinks, we're in the back booth and she straddles me and starts riding me.

the bouncer comes over and tells us we have to stop. so i tell her, lets get out of here. we leave, she says she's hungry, and i tell her no you're not. but she keeps insisting. so i buy a pretzel but throw away 3/4 of it. she keeps the rest and feeds it to me while eating a little bit in the cab. at no point did i even hesitate to ask if sh was going home to her place. i assumed she was coming home with me.

nothing special in the cab. we get to my place and she's like let's watch tv. i'm guessing it was again to justify one thing leading to another. i tell her no, my roomate is sleeping in the other room. so i bring her into my room. we start making out. she's fully clothed. i take her shoes off. we keep making out. i think i take her shirt off. then she gives me some resistance. i tell her i want to eat her out. she agrees. so i start eating her out for like literally 3.2 seconds, and she's like fuck me. i tease her for a little bit, and then tell her she has to blow me. she listens. i've noticed that. before i used to wait for them to blow me. now i just tell them i want them to. and for the most part.... they say ok and do it. so then after i am satisfied enough with her taking care of me, we have some sex, and then i pass out right after because i was tired and she had to get up in like 2 hours.

i don't have everything, just because alot of it was in the moment. later that day, i im'd her telling her i had fun last night. and she said she did too. she has the potential of turning into an ongoing thing. we'll see though.

Santino

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