Now that she and Jon had reconnected, they barely stopped chatting throughout the next two weeks. Just sexting and dirty talk morning, noon and night. It was exhausting but also fun and exhilarating. For a somewhat inexperienced 26 year old, he could definitely write a sexy message. He knew what she liked in the bedroom, and he had a knack for articulating that through text.
He would text her during her work day and tell her to go take a dirty pic for him in the bathroom, for example. When she would refuse, he would become more dominant, using all the right words to make her “obey”. Was she stripping naked in her work bathroom? Absolutely not. But a sexy mirror selfie here or there never hurt anyone.
By the time they were finally able to pick a date that worked for both of them, the sexual intensity of their conversations had increased so much that she was a little bit nervous about meeting up with him. Nervous and excited.
At the same time, though, she had already hooked up with him twice before, neither encounter having left her blown away. Why go back, you ask? Well first of all, no one else was banging down her door asking her out again. Jon paid attention to her, made her feel sexy. He had also been boasting about how good it was going to be when they finally did meet up again, telling her of all the things he wanted to do to her. He even said he had a sexy surprise waiting for her. She was horny with anticipation.
Finally, the day arrived. She drove over to his place just before dusk, and he met her outside, as per yooj. Turns out he didn’t have the house to himself like he had said he would, so he took her on a stroll around a nearby park to smoke a joint and to catch up face to face, without the shield of a cell phone screen to buffer any awkward moments.
He started talking and the first thing she thought was , “Holy fuck his voice is so deep!” she truly did not remember him having such a manly voice. It was a welcome juxtaposition to the tall, scrawny looking man-child she was staring at. She had remembered he was a bit skinny, but forgot that he was actually like, shoulder-blades-poking-out skinny. She wasn’t body shaming him or anything, it just made him look so young! (Which he was…)
They sat on a bench at the park by his house, smoked his joint and chatted about current events. He was bringing up anything and everything that had been going on around the world lately. She remembered that that was something she liked about him. Even though he was young, he knew a lot about a lot, and was an excellent conversationalist. Skinniness be damned. This guy was smart, had a sexy voice, big strong hands, and knew how to turn her on. She was now stoned, and even more excited to get this party started.
They made their way back to his house, and he ushered her quickly through the side door and downstairs, as not to run in to his mom. They went in to his room and he closed the door behind them. He offered her some wine but she asked for water instead. She was already pretty stoned and didn’t want to get too fucked up, especially since she’d have to drive home in the somewhat near future. He ran upstairs to grab the drinks, and she could hear him dismissing his mom who was very likely grilling him on who this random girl was that he had brought home.
He returned a few minutes later with their drinks, and began to throw together a quick playlist. By playlist, it was literally just a queue of all Kanye songs. Not a fibre in her being wanted to listen to anything Kanye, but she wasn’t there for the music. She figured that was just to drown them out so his parents wouldn’t hear them upstairs. Except he didn’t get things going after having made the playlist. He grabbed his beer, sat down on the couch next to her, and began shootin’ the shit again. Um, hellooo? Where’s all the sexiness? Where’s the surprise? Was he just all talk, no action?
After a few minutes of him basically talking to himself about Putin, or whatever other current event he had trailed off on, he must have noticed that she was getting a bit bored because suddenly his beer was down and his hands were all over her.
They were sitting side by side, so he had sort of turned her over and brought her left leg up and over on to him. They made out intensely has he struggled to get his hands down her pants. Stupid high waisted leggings! After several minutes of sloppy foreplay, she suggested they move it to the bed.
“Lay down” he ordered her. Oooh, yes sir! she thought to herself. Finally!
He told her not to move as he rummaged through a bag on the floor by his bed. He then whipped out a collar and some rope. Her eyes lit up. Maybe he wasn’t all talk, after all?
As he started to put the collar on her, she realized that this was not a heavy duty sex collar. It was a fucking cat collar he had gotten from the dollar store! Not exactly what she had had in mind, but it would have to do. After several minutes of him struggling to fasten the buckle, (because it was a tiny little pin thing, meant for a CAT not a HUMAN WOMAN!), he then moved on to the rope.
She really enjoyed having her hands bound and restrained (especially after her sexy encounter with Kyle several months prior), but this wasn’t it. Jon hadn’t brought out any fancy rope specifically made for sex. Instead, he whipped out some neon yellow shit rope he bought at Home Depot. Not only was it coarse against her skin, it was fucking long! It took him forever to wrap around her hands and tie them tight enough that she couldn’t move her wrists apart. He also didn’t have anything to tie her to, so her wrists were restrained, but her arms were loose. Not what she had hoped for, but again, it would have to do.
Once she was sufficiently “subbed”, for lack of a better term, Jon was ready to start playing. He grabbed the leash that was attached to the collar, and pulled her up towards him for a kiss. The leash immediately broke. Shocker. She fell back on the bed and burst out laughing, and then so did he. This hook up was turning out to be as messy as the others, and she wasn’t even drunk this time.
Jon gave up on the leash and collar, and got himself back in the game. In a deep, sexy voice, he ordered her to turn over. She did as she was told. Now she was bent over the bed, laying on her stomach, holding herself up by her elbows, her wrists still tied.
He started playing with her ass which like, some might find sexy, but she certainly did not. Anything to do with ass play was just not her vibe. But she was really trying to stay in it. She wanted to play the “submissive” partner, while he “dominated” her. The reason for the quotes is because, she definitely did not feel submissive, nor did she feel like she was being dominated.
She was actually a little bored. She let him do his thing – kissing her, trying to pleasure her from behind… all the while she was twiddling her thumbs on her propped up elbows. While she was less than enthused, he apparently found it mind blowing.
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, she heard those unmistakable noises of a guy getting off, and then BAM! She felt a warm, liquid sensation all over her ass and back. She jerked her head around and saw Jon hunched over her, catching his breath.
It took everything in her power not to a) burst out laughing, but also b) get super fucking pissed! All those sexy conversations, all his big talk about blowing her mind, etc… All of that just for him to bust a nut after a whopping like, 7 minutes? So lame!
It turns out, in an ill advised attempt to make this encounter more thrilling, Jon had abstained from self pleasure for the previous four days before their hook up. The guy hadn’t jerked off in FOUR DAYS! No fucking wonder he finished early!
She had never been one to be able to hide her true feelings, so he could definitely tell she was disappointed. He hurried to grab something to clean her up – the shirt he had been wearing seemed like a fine choice. He wiped her up and as she attempted to stand, thinking it was over, he pushed her back down and in his deepest, sexiest voice, ordered her to turn over on her back.
Now things were sure to heat up, right?… Right??
With his right hand, he started pleasuring her just the way she liked it. With his left, he started to explore the rest of her body, focusing primarily on just one of her breasts. It got to the point where it felt like he was trying to fucking milk her, so she said in her sexiest whisper, “choke me”. His eyes lit up and he immediately grabbed her throat.
What would normally intensify her feelings of pleasure, this time just tickled her and made her want to burst out laughing. You know when someone tells you to rub your belly with one hand and tap your head with the other? It’s a real mind fuck, right? Well that seemed to be what was happening for Jon.
While his right hand rubbed her lady bits vigorously, his left hand started doing the same thing to her throat. Picture a puppeteer opening and closing his hand to make the puppet talk. That’s what he was doing to her throat while he “choked” her. Not sexy.
HOWEVER, something finally clicked between them and her sensations started to build, and Build, and BUILD! All of a sudden, there was an explosive sensation and she was feeling pleasure she hadn’t felt in a really long time. She looked up at Jon, and a smile spread across his face like a kid at Christmas. His eyes just lit up with the pride he felt in making her explode like that. They were both relieved that this encounter didn’t end with only one of them having a good time.
He collapsed beside her, still smiling from ear to ear, and she just lay their catching her breath. “You’re welcome” he said cockily. She gave him an exasperated eye roll. As pleasurable as that was, she knew she could have gotten herself there in less time, and with less mess.
She excused herself to the bathroom and got herself fixed up, then got dressed. Though she felt good now, she was ready to leave. However, she had told her parents she was going out with a friend, and at this point she had been gone only an hour and a half.
Jon was in no hurry to send her packing, so now that they had gotten the sexual tension out of the way, they were free to hang out and enjoy each other’s company. Meaning he picked up right where he had left off, rambling on about current events again, while she just sat there, counting down the minutes. His conversation skills had dwindled throughout the evening, and what she found intriguing before, just annoyed her now.
An hour or so later, they both agreed that it was time for her to go. He walked her out to her car and kissed her goodnight. Sometimes Jon could be so smooth. Other times, he seemed like an inexperienced goof ball. Overall, she felt like this was a decent enough little tryst. But man oh man, did she long for the touch of an older, experienced guy for whom she wouldn’t have to spell things out… And who could keep his composure for longer than 7 minutes.