Here is a little story for you Toutem, takes place the summer after I graduated highschool.
I had just been through a rather messy and painful break up with the highschool sweet heart and the last thing on my mind was getting a piece, however the fact that I wasn't trying to get laid attracted every girl within a mile of me for some reason. Of course I accepted the occasional sympathy hummer, what guy wouldn't, but I never got into anything serious.
Around that time I was working in a greasy spoon slinging hashbrowns and poached eggs. It was a small place with only one cook on and one waitress so you got to know the server you worked with. I happened to be paired with a slightly plump girl 3 years older than me, the kind that would be pretty if they lost 5 or 10 pounds, you know the type Tot3m, you're married to one.
Anywho over the course of the summer she developed a crush on me that led to something less sane. I saw it start, I did my best to dissuade it. She seemed like a nice enough girl afterall and I did have to work with her. Nothing I could do would shake her off, it was more than her being fat and me smelling like food from cooking all day, she was hawt for me and or at least her image of what I was.
The more I tried to distance myself the more she became a bunny boiler, calling my place, following me to my favorite watering holes and even threatening to assault a girl I flirted with. It was getting out of hand. One day while working a slow shift she approached me while I was in the walk in cooler and quite forcefully looked me in the eye and said "bhodi I want to have sex with you", I declined. She asked again and again and again and again all throughout the shift and throughout the week. Finally one day I snapped and agreed.
So that day after work we hopped into her car and headed back to my place an proceeded to fool around. As you know I am a braggart so I won't feel ashamed in mentioning that I was doing some things that even the most hardened street hooker would be ashamed of to this girl. Absolutely filthy, ungodly things. Well, to use the vernacular, as we were rounding third and heading home I all of a sudden got up and started putting on my pants. She asked what I was doing to which I replied "Sorry babes you're not doing anything for me. Time to go".
The shocked/hurt look on her face as I rushed her out the door was almost enough to make even me feel bad, almost. Well I left the job not soon after and my stalker problems ended there.
So I guess what I have been getting at all along is; can we skip the foreplay this time or do you want to get railed first before I break your heart Cap'n?
Edited, Aug 15th 2006 at 3:42am EDT by bodhisattva
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