I got out of the car....
and saw her come out of the house. I couldn't really make much out because of all the bright lights. I walked up the stairs and saw her in the flesh for the very first time.
She looked different than I expected, not different bad, but different. I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, I think. It is really weird meeting some one for the first time in this way. All of the sudden here is some one that you know very intimately, yet is a complete stranger. I guess it is probably the strangest feeling I have ever had.
She looked much like her recent pictures, but much smaller or maybe tinier is a better description. I don't exactly know how to explain it, and I'm not even sure if that is really the point. For those that have been keeping up, she did have a nose that was big but not gonzo. Her ass, which she said was big, was not. Very nice. I wasn't coming down for that, but I gladly took the bonus. We walked inside and sat in what she called the parlor.
Parlor, interesting, I mean who actually has a parlor any more? Whatever the case was, it basically a couple of chairs, a bookcase and some boxes that begged to be unpacked. We sat there and looked at each other for a little while making idle chit chat. I mentioned that two minutes before we had been talking like best friends. She jokingly suggested that she should go behind the wall and we could talk like normal. I think we both just sizing each other up. She measured up more than fine.
I suggested that we should start drinking immediately in order to loosen things up. The old social lubricant does wonders in situations like this. She had a Skyy Vodka tonic. I had a Jack and Coke. Well sort of, the Coke was there for looks I think.
I questioned my choice of drinks. Not because I didn't like it, but because I don't drink much and the last time I had Jack Daniels it was straight up out of a bottle which left me tits up for a night in the drunk tank. I figured that was 10 years ago and shouldn't be a problem. I was looped after one drink. However, the conversation started immediately. It was though we had known each other forever.
We spent a few minutes getting the food ready. It wasn't much, mostly fancy Whole Foods type of finger foods. We sat on the floor and talked and had a great time even though no one made any advances.
She had been talking about sleeping with me for a couple of weeks. Not sex mind you, just sleeping and spooning. In the course of these conversations she kept mentioning the "rules" that we had made for ourselves. They basically consisted of me not having a chance of "getting lucky".
She invited me upstairs, "since it was the only really comfortable place in the house." Who was I to argue with that? Besides the bed was new and needed to be slept on right? She changed into a pair of boxer shorts with a sleeveless shirt. She then proceeded to pull clothes out of her closet in an attempt to shock me. I laid on the bed and watched the fasion show.
Being the industrial ex club dancer former girlfriend of a famous rock guitarist person that she was, she had some wild shit. It is hard to explain some of the outfits, so I won't bother. Needless to say I was not completely shocked but suprised at some of them. Given her past history she was more conservative than I would have guessed. I like that though...
She climbed into bed turned the lights down and turned the music up...
9:34:21 PM 
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