A phero-tale. My last .05 ml of MX203 composited with P83, P86 and MEO-EST. We go out and my nemesis is there, in all her glamo-blonde, high cheek-boned, perky breasted goodness. I greet the others. She looks emotionless into the space behind me. The final person in our party strolls in and were ready to be seated. 10 people in 9 chairs. She sits on the end of one side of the table. The empty chair is between us. I turn on the charm, making a point of complimenting all 4 other women, drawing shameless attention to at least one of their attributes until they blush. I make an excuse to touch the hand of two of them, gaze into their eyes as though i am madly in love with each of them. I want them to feel intimacy.
The guy at the far opposite end suggests that nemesis move in closer instead of letting the space be vacant. She hesitates, then slips over one chair. I tease her, meeting her eyes with my best seduction gaze “So glad you could join us” and look at her as though we had just made love and i knew that her womb now carried our child. Yes, thats exactly it, as though i had just found out she was the mother of my first child. Her pupils dilated noticeably and i knew that i was affecting her from the blush that grew on her nose and cheeks and the hardened nipples beneath her blouse.
We ordered from the menu and she leaned against me to choose from my menu instead of the one in front of the vacant chair on the end. She asked what i was ordering and, once told, said that sounds “really, really good”, lips pouty and stroking her hair. She clasps my hand and says “Wont you order for me? I cant decide what i want. Everything is so tempting.”
Our appetizers arrive and she asks for a bite of mine, using the fork i had already used and showing her tongue sliding along the morsel of confit duck, obviously enjoying herself. “Oh, i should have used my own fork. I can get you a new one if you want.” I acted as though it were an absurd question, taking the fork back, stabbing another morsel and conversing away from her in one fluid, natural movement. She leaned into me as though attentive to the conversation on the other side of the table. Her head almost nestled on my shoulder and i thought “Deeper. Breathe deeper” as i felt her thin frame expand and contract. Maybe it was my imagination.
Her crossed legs were tilted toward me, but as i turned back toward the center of the table, her legs remained pressed against mine. I engaged in a conversation opposite her side of the table and, as a test, moved my legs a bit to the right. She tilted more to the right, consuming the space i had allowed her. All private space disappeared between us after that. When she laughed at a joke, especially one of mine, she would lay her head almost horizontally on my shoulder and breathe deeply, yet more deeply. My leg was warm where hers pressed against me, but she didnt move away. Rather, she followed every tilt of my body, mirrored my movements, stared at me every time i looked in her direction.
Once the meal was over, i excused myself to the restroom. Nemesis and her best friend said they needed to do the same, and would i show them the way. I left them at the entrance to the womens, completed my affairs and freshened up just a little, trying to regain my cool and not smile like a cheshire cat from knowing that if she were any more into me, she would be in my belly.
As i exited, i found her at the water fountains that separated mens from womens restrooms. She was flush pink, pointy and grooming her hair as though she were a chemo patient who had just discovered wigs. I walked up to her and asked whether she was still waiting for her best friend.
“Hey, i know this is a bit awkward and…” I paused and she came a half-step closer, pulled back the tresses on one side of her face and draped them behind her ear. “I know you get this all the time, but…” She bit her lip in a way that turned it blood-red almost instantly and looked so seductive that i almost cracked. I hemmed and hawed a bit. “Well, you know how it is being single, so.” I *!$@ you not, her blue eyes sparkled like there were fireworks inside them. “Do you think -your friend- likes me?” She kept smiling, but the blood was draining from her face and this was about the best DIHL ive ever seen. “I think shes incredible, but i just know guys hit on her like sailors coming back from sea. Do you know if shes seeing anybody?” “Uh. No. We try to stay out of each others’ personal lives.” “Really?” “Uh. Yeah. But it wouldnt hurt to ask her yourself.” “Yeah, ive been meaning to do that, but it just never seemed like the right time. Shes just so adorable and all, you know, she just makes me feel all lit up inside. And she has such an incredible sense of humor. I was just laughing all night long and when she…” “Hey, dont mean to cut you off but ive been holding it and i really need to go. Small bladder.” And with that, she pushed the door and walked into the womens restroom.
I had to get out of there before i exploded, so i quickly walked to the lobby, told everyone good night and came home.
This is the woman who has been treating me like dirt and i think i just pile-drove her. Having started off wanting to just make her regret treating me poorly, im now thinking that, if she shows signs of reaching out to me, the greater irony would be if we end up together. Well see whether she cracks and does something sweet or not. Hate to admit it, but this kind of drama sure does make life interesting.
