Narwhals.
I made plans to go out after work. As far as pheros go at 12:30PM I put on my first round of pheros a solo squirt of MX297 right when I got to work. The rush is always nice for when I first settle down behind my desk, helps me crack out of my introverted storage case. 5:45PM I put on my second round of pheros:
IShine 2x @ 2|TGSprays
P83 @ 25mcg 1|TGS
P96 @ 20mcg 8|30mlSprays
MX297 @ 2|30S
As the day wound down it was looking like things were going to fall through so I made other arrangements for the night, driving to a friends house just a few minutes from my house, and outside the city. When I arrived there was some weird tension in the air between my friend and his girlfriend. They’ve been on the rocky end of a relationship for a few months now, they are both on the lease and it’s making things interesting. She (let’s just call her Helen), who has never asked to do anything with me previously, asks me if I want to go to a club less than a mile from where I just came from, he can’t go because he’s not 21. I groan mentally as it’s a pretty decent old school dubstep DJ and I wasn’t feeling the whole go home and coddle up to my xbox thing. I just didn’t want to go to the club she mentioned in general. The subject gets dropped and nothing comes of it until.
Po-king! A text chimes through.
“Hey! You should meet up with us at Narwhal1.” It’s the same girl I made plans with earlier.
1 It’s a bar.
I can tell Helen wants to get out of the house, and in the previous conversations we have had I can tell she doesn’t have a lot of friends since moving up here, and there is some strange desire of hers to leave the house tonight despite the fact that she also hates the club she asked me to go to. (Which I came up in my limpdicked declination of her invite.)
Meanwhile, I am toked and ready for the evening (still safe to drive, don’t worry mom.) I decide to go out on a limb and use my well-liked reputation within the social circle I am going out with to invite someone that I don’t even really know, to someone elses get together. (I think my social psych teacher would be proud.) I mention it to Helen.
“Hey Helen, do you want to come with me to a bar with some friends?” she turns around rather excited, “That sounds way better than the club. Let’s do it.”
At about 9PM (T+3:15) we are at last in the city. The car ride was filled with some pretty interesting exchanges about dreams and dreaming state symbolism. She seemed relaxed with me and with what we were doing, but something was chewing at her she doesn’t seem social just yet. I didn’t know if she was always like this or if this was just how she was tonight. (Like I said, never done anything with her really previously besides talk and toke.) As we found parking the mood had pulled out of the gloomy dream talk and into more goofy stuff. I parked up after finally finding parking and we walked to the bar.
As we arrived bouncer greets us at the door, ID’s are presented and we are presented with a pretty dead bar. We notice we are still up stairs at the quieter of the two parts of the bar. As we descend I see my friends next to the stairs at a booth and give them an evil laugh as I approach, the girl who invited me (let’s call her Ava), pops up and springs happily towards me, wrapping her arms around me and basically lands her face RIGHT DEAD CENTER in the middle of my pheropuddle, focused around my jaw and neck. The hug lingers for a few seconds and then we separate. Ava is a 5’10"ish natural blonde that is dyed red, she has a really slender build and has the body of a dancer. She is very fit thanks to her hobby turned sometimes job of Hooping (LED Hulahoop Tricks yo.) and I quietly salivate over her despite her taken state. We go back about a year, I was friend with a girl who ended up wrecking Ava’s last relationship. I decided that the other friend was too much of a risk and I valued Ava’s and her friends more than the now shunned friend who will not be named. In the last few months Ava had physically moved much closer to me, and we had grown closer over the last few weeks. I am introduced to the group, I introduce Helen. We are introduced into Melanie, Brad, Rochelle as well as Ava’s roommate Nicole. (Identities withheld, lol don’t need this to fuck me over someday.)
The seating arrangement is as such.
As I sit down, Ava has really small pile of layers and clothing sitting between us. I take my jacket off and set it on my own heap of shit between me and Helen. This lasted like 30, maybe 45 seconds as wrapped up the conversation she is having with Mel before turning to me rather spiritedly with a smile and reaches over, grabs the insignificantly small pile between us and gracefully throw it on the floor.
“I feel like there is a barrier between us, get over here.” I am not about to say no.scoot over a few inches. It hadn’t even had a chance to become an issue before she handled it and moved over next me, lots of room on one side between herself and Mel, and only 2 or 3 inches between herself and me. I fake a fuss over what to order, having already decided on something. I work my way up the menu and order a Unicorn Jizz. (Yeah. Unicorn Jizz. It gets better.) I am mostly looking out for her body language. She is leaned forward, legs crossed turned toward me at about a 35 degree angle. I am facing toward the table, looking to the 12’o clock in respect to the diagram above. Her legs are paralleling mine with an inward turn towards me. I can tell she is rather focused on me and I try to help Helen out by opening up the conversation a little more.
Drinks are ordered and the conversation is flowing. Melanie is an old roommate and bestie of Ava, Nicole is an old roommate and pretty good friend as well. So everyone goes pretty far back. Myself and Helen are kind of excluded from the conversation on the other table for a bit by where we are sitting and because of how loud the music was for a Wednesday night, it’s blaring from a speaker about 10 feet behind where Helen sat. But soon a the conversation I had started between Nicole and Helen had grabbed Ava over to the darkside.
After the first round Helen is starting to talk more and loosen up. Nicole and I have just recently (the night before) bonded for the first time over being Theatre Tech’s in high school. At some point I pull out my hand warmers (it was a chilly night) and place one on Ava’s shoulder. She turns to me as if I have placed a hand on her shoulder trying to get her attention. I lift it up and place it back on her shoulder and she figures out what is going on. She takes it to herself for a bit and then under the table, presents her hand to me, handwarmer in her grip. I giggle, poking it a few times childishly before laying my hand on it. She begins to rub and stroke my fingers. (This is a gateway drug kids, this is how babies happen. Handholding.) This lasts for several minutes before the conversation makes me (regretfully) lift my hand out of hers as I gesticulate. This was beyond what her usual level of kino has been. It’s normally light touches and 3/4 flirty looks from across the room. Nothing like this.
The night carried on, another round was ordered. As I sit down with my new drink I notice the conversation has gotten deeper. We are talking about some heavy relationship stuff. Helen start to speak up, mentioning having just ended her relationship today. I have an Ah-Ha! moment and put two and two together. She wasn’t acting strangely on her own, it was cause she had dropped that bomb on him today. Ava starts talking about how she is feeling like her relationship isn’t going anywhere. I spend some time explaining the importance of a well-balanced relationship. I am wondering if this is the P83 playing deep dredger, I have noticed this kind of behavior in other groups too. I am going to try it without P83 next time around, see if we don’t end up in this dark corner again.
Soon enough drinks are done, conversation has meandered all over and we are getting ready to move bar. Tabs are closed, and we move to another bar. We start to settle in and Brad and Ava start to talk at the bar while I sober up to get ready to drive Helen back at Midnight. We split off from the main group and I make plans to meet up with them at Ava and Nicole’s. When I leave with Helen it’s pretty obvious she had a good time. We keep chattering all the way back to her apartment, I stop out front and we keep talking for another 20 minutes. She asks me for advice and I give her what I can.
I drive the extra 20 minutes to Ava’s place and am met at the door by her. She wraps an arm around me and accompanies me inside. I am met with Nicole, Mel and Bella, another roommate I am familiar with. We all meander around for a while, Bella and Nicole go to bed, the remaining crew drinking into the night. Ava stays in close proximity to me as we move around the house all night. She lingers closely and makes a point to sit ON my legs, didn’t ask me to scoot over for her. Just slipped her ass right against my shin. No real reason. I make a little room for her two or three times and within few minutes she is against them again, and notice she is always putting her bum against my feet or legs. I stop moving and enjoy the au naturale footwarmers.
At about 2AM Mel wants to go smoke a cigarette, and I volunteer to “Stand outside and be cold with you.” As we are standing out there, she notices my complete and total lack of shoes. “No it’s fine!” I say, being stubborn. I am fine. She insists I put something on. I be stubborn. She playfully threatens to do something about it. I continue to be stubborn. She scoffs, “Don’t make me do something crazy.” She grabs my hands and pulls me super close, popping up onto her toes and gets very into my space, going into kiss, her upper lip touching mine just barely. She laughs. When did girls get so playful? Especially ones I just met that are in relationships? Maybe I am just a bad girl. >:3
3AM (T+7:45 comes Mel goes to the bathroom and Ava and I are alone in the kitchen for the first time in a few hours. Her demeanor shifts a little, she looks over at me, “So. It’s three-AM.” She starts, her come hither look intentional or not, was just sooo appealing. “Are you going to stay up with me?” She asks, almost sounding concerned. Quietly in the back of my head I wonder what she means by that, she could have asked me to kill the president of Malaysia and I would have done it. But soon enough it’s clear she just really appreciates my presence as in it has an expiry date. (I am leaving the country.) She gushes about how she is sad that I will be gone and wraps her arms around me and hugs on tight. I hug on for real. These hugs are getting longer, tighter. I don’t mind.
3:18 (T+8:03) and it’s shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots. Mel gets Ava talking about her relationship, Mel grills her on how the sex is. We get the dirty details, the all night, 8-hour fuck sessions with work in the morning. The fun stuff. She’s never shown this side to me, not sure if alcohol, charm or pheros, but I still don’t mind. Mel starts talking about how good looking Ava has gotten since she started hooping more. Some how Mel gets Ava to lean over, presenting hindquarters, and let us touch the butt. Anytime there are butttouches involved, I want seconds.
By the time 4AM rolls around we are just chatting away. All flooped on the couch for recharging purposes. I am mentally bookmarking all of the things that happened today that I thought were strange. I end up crashing out on one of the couches come 5AM.
All in all an interesting turn in what was previously a decidedly platonic relationship.
I am not sure where I should take my mixes next. Any ideas? I am headed to Vegas on a whim.
If Santa asked me what I wanted for christmas now, I think I’ll have an answer.