#2 : Leah – Post 7

We walked back to my place and got into my bed. We started making out… hard. Hands were all over the place. She was down to a thong and I was in my boxers. It was the first time I’d seen her cute little tits and her little pink nipples. I sucked on one, drug my tongue across her chest and licked and sucked on the other. She had her hands down my boxers and was stroking me. I didn’t need much help, though, as I was already rock-hard.

I took off her thong and pulled her to the end of the bed. Her legs dangled off the side. She spread her legs apart as I buried my tongue between them. She tasted so good. I had one finger inside her and my tongue was working her clit.

Much to my (and her) pleasure, she immediately had an orgasm. A few minutes later, she had another. Coming from Stacy, who was basically impossible to get to cum, this was absolutely amazing.

After she shook off her second orgasm, she told me to lie down on the bed. She pulled down my boxers, gripped me with one hand, put her other on my stomach and started kissing up and down my shaft.

She stroked her tongue all over my balls. Slowly slid her lips all the way to the tip and then took me all the way in her mouth and down her throat. She was incredible. She could deep throat and was doing a Goddamned good job at it. She was moaning as she worked and I was grabbing onto her little tits and watching her lips slide up and down.

When I finally came she took me deep in her throat and wrapped her lips tight around me until I finished. She slowly slid her lips up, getting every drop as she did so.

She swallowed what I gave her, gave me a devious smile and said, “Mmmm,” as she crawled back up to lay next to me. I was laying in bed like, “Holy fucking shit,” as she curled her sexy, tight body around me. We fell asleep crazy content that night.

#2 : Leah – Post 6

Another week went by. Flirting and texting all day at work, snuggling up on a couch together after work. It was glorious. I was falling hard and fast. She said she was too.

I told her that I was going to take her on an official first date that weekend. Because up to that point all we’d done is chill on a couch or go out shopping.

So the weekend came. It was an innocent, but fun little date. We went putt putt golfing. Got some dinner. And then went to a local bar for a few drinks. We were all over each other. Kissing and touching. It was just… good.

“She’s kind of a little freak for coming off as a cute, shy mouse-type girl. At the bar she was talking about how she wanted to sleep in my bed with me that night, and that she usually sleeps naked. And that she’d sleep topless with me if I didn’t care. Of course I didn’t fucking care!”

#2 : Leah – Post 5

Later that day she came down with her movie. Well, it wasn’t a movie. It was a six-disc set of, like, documentaries on different parts of the world. Antarctica wildlife and climate, African jungles… stuff like that. I shrugged my shoulders and threw the first disc in.

And then it got humorously awkward. The entire time we watched it, we were literally sitting on opposite sides of the couch. I was too chicken shit to make a move and she probably didn’t know if I was interested in her or not. The ball was in my court and I pussed out. We finished the first disc and then she headed back to her apartment.

The same thing the next night. After work she came over and we watched the second disc. Opposite sides of the couch. Chicken shit.

And then again the next night. Third night in a row. She came over. I put in the third disc. Sat down on opposite sides of the couch. But then… well this is what I wrote that night:

“Well, I didn’t go for it Thursday.

Buuuut today after work she came over for a couple hours and we cuddled on the couch! It felt really good. We were sitting side by side and then I told her to come over and she immediately moved over next to me and put her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her, put one hand on her thigh and she put her hand on mine. Mmmm.

I’m keeping my door unlocked tonight and she’s waking me up tomorrow so I can help her move some furniture around in her apartment. I’ll probably pull her into bed, cuddle up and keep sleeping. I’m in a good mood! Way excited to see her tomorrow.

This definitely wasn’t love at first sight or anything, but I really like being around her now.”

 

We should go so far as to call me Nostradamus, but I was right about her crawling into bed with me:

“I kissed her! She came down around 10am and jumped in bed with me. We cuddled for hours and eventually we were holding each other so tight… and I went for it. It was really nice. It feels really good to be close to her. I like her.

We eventually got up at 2:30pm and ran some errands.

When we were cuddling I basically got a free pass to explore her body. She has a really tight stomach and back. Really soft skin. She’s touchy-feely too. I like the way she touches me. She’s getting sexier by the day…”

#2 : Leah – Post 4

A few days later, in the middle of the next work week, I sent her a good morning text. Time for me to start taking the offensive. She said she was just going to be hanging pictures after work but otherwise had nothing going on all evening. She asked me how big my TV was. I laughed and was like, “I dunno, 42 inches or something?” She replied saying it was a lot bigger than hers, and that she wanted to watch this movie that she just bought… so it only made sense to come down and watch it on my TV.

I just sat there and shook my head. This girl is assertive. I totally dug it. But I also freaked out because my apartment was a dirty fucking shithole.

So I was like, “Yeah for sure, but ummmm I gotta run some errands first. Come on down later tonight.” And then I hauled ass and started cleaning my apartment.

#2 : Leah – Post 3

Woke up that next morning to a text from her. She said it was just her sister and her moving everything in and they could use some help with the couch and bed. I rolled my eyes, because I fucking hate moving people in, but I let her know I was available.

I met her sister, helped them with the heavy stuff, and then rolled out.

She texted me later saying they were all done and that she was unpacking. And a “Thank you” for the help. You’re welcome.

Then she said that she was going to go shopping for some artwork and stuff for her walls and asked if I wanted to go.

My interest finally started to pique. She was subtly aggressive in pursuing me. And I liked it. And when we were moving stuff in she was in a tight tanktop and I noticed she had a really nice, slender body. I liked what I saw.

So I said I’d go with.

We went to a Home Goods store and looked at paintings and flower vases. It was a flirty little trip. One person would make fun of the other for thinking a painting was cool when the other thought it was lame. I’d goof around and grab random shit that I told her she should buy, like a wooden cow statue and a really gothic-looking candle-holder set. We laughed and joked and flirted. And it felt good. I was surprised. Her goofiness plus sweetness plus her being aggressive in inviting me to things so early on made her more attractive. She was one of those girls where her personality makes her hotter.

She paid for the stuff she wanted and we drove back to the apartment building. I helped her carry her things to her apartment, gave her a hug goodnight and headed back down to my place. It was a good day. And I officially had a crush on Leah.

#2 : Leah – Post 2

One day I was working and I got a work email from her. She said she knows I don’t know her, but heard that the apartment building that she was moving into was the same one I currently lived in. And she asked me some question about it… like whether there was underground parking or something like that.

I shot her a quick reply saying it was cool she was moving in, that the building is nice, and answered her question. Simple, quick reply. Again still thinking nothing of it.

At the end of the work day, I packed up my stuff and headed for the door. And it just so happened that Leah was heading out at the same time. I flashed a smile and would have been just fine if she had smiled back and then once we were out the door we went our separate ways toward our own cars.

But she said my name and stopped to talk to me. She said thanks for the email reply. I gave her a “You’re welcome,” and as I was saying that I felt guilty because I had forgotten her name. Lisa? Laura? It was an “L” name. Meh, who cares.

We talked a little bit more about the apartment building. She was moving in the next day. Being a gentleman, I said that if she needed help moving heavy things, that she should let me know. I gave her my number.

At the end, she was like, “Jeez, we should just carpool to work!”… with a smile. And for whatever reason I replied like a total dick. “Haha… yeah… ok…” Really sarcastically. And then I realized that she was half serious and apologized for sounding like an asshole. We laughed about it. No offense taken I guess.

And that was it. She headed for her car, I headed for mine.

Ten minutes later I pulled into my apartment garage, pulled out my phone and I had a text from her. Something simple like, “Hey, this is Leah. Thanks again.” Or whatever. I replied so she knew I gave her my real number and that was that. It was Friday night. I was off to a friend gathering.

#2 : Leah – Post 1

Leah preface:

If you were frustrated with Owen for taking Stacy back, you’re gonna… just… want to kill Owen after you read about Leah. I’d love to go back in time and be like, “Pssst! Owen! You’re going to meet a girl named Leah tomorrow. She’s going to fuck with your head over and over. Just tell her to eat shit the first time you meet her!”

Call that a spoiler but… I’m just preparing you. I guess the fact that she’s #2 of 13 is spoiler enough because duh, unless I marry this girl and then have affairs with 11 other women, we’re not going to be together forever.

Oh, and for those who didn’t purchase Stacy’s ebook chapter: I introduced some journal entries at the end there. I started journaling when Stacy and I ended and have continued to do so to this day. Whenever you see text in italics, that’s me copying and pasting my journal entries.

Are you ready? It always starts pleasantly enough…

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Let’s catch you up on where we are in time. It’s been a little over eight months since things ended with Stacy. I’m 23. I went on a few dates with a couple girls, but nothing worth noting. These last eight months I’ve been really focused on work and have been absolutely kicking ass. I’d just celebrated one year at my company and I got promoted within the marketing department to Senior Marketing Executive. What a badass.

And my place of work is where Leah’s story starts.

I had seen her before. Her desk was right at the edge of the aisle that I’d pass every day on my way to and from getting coffee from the kitchen. I really never paid much attention to her. She started right before me. We’d never spoken.

She was in operations, so a different department than me. I’d heard her name a couple times, only because it was a pretty small company and everyone gossips. All I’d heard was that she had dated someone in her department for a little while but that they’d broken up. Boring, didn’t care, shrugged my shoulders.

Her looks didn’t blow me away either. A couple times when I passed her desk on the way to the coffee machine, I’d take a peek. She was usually wearing a sweater. Never got a good look at her body. Pale. Ruby-blonde hair. Bright blue eyes. Petite. Mayyyybe an above average face. Eh. If you saw her in a bar and you were with a friend, you’d probably be like, “Hmm, she’s kind of a cutie.”

But I did notice that every single time I walked past her desk, she’d look up at me with a little smirk. Did she do that to everyone who walked past? I don’t know… it was always a smirk and then locking eyes with me for just a second too long for her to just be “being pleasant.” Overall I really thought nothing of it.

#1 : Stacy – eBook

I bet Stacy and I end up happily ever after. Right? Or maybe it crashes and burns. Yeah, probably the latter.

You can finish the rest of Stacy’s story by purchasing Stacy’s ebook chapter on Amazon. You can read the book on any tablet or on your smart phone.

The book is titled, “The 13 Women I’ve Slept With,” and I’ll eventually be releasing every chapter as an ebook when we get to the appropriate spot within each chapter here.

$3 for this first chapter. It includes a brief preface, Stacy’s full story, including what has already been posted here and a lot of content telling the end of her story, and then a ‘What I Learned’ section after Stacy’s story is complete:

http://www.amazon.com/13-Women-Ive-Slept-Stacy-ebook/dp/B00UZV2KIY/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1428525732&sr=8-1&keywords=the+13+women+I%27ve+slept+with

You don’t absolutely NEED to finish reading about Stacy to continue following along here. You’ll obviously miss out on how that relationship finished, which in turn means you may miss out a little bit on how that relationship started forming me into what I am today. But we’ll be starting fresh here shortly, with woman #2.

I’ll give you three days to read the ebook chapter, should you opt to read it. Be sure you’ve read it before you continue reading my posts here if you do plan to read it!

In three days, I’ll be starting my second chapter. My second relationship story. Leah.