#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.

#1 : Stacy – Post 22

I took her camera out and I was telling her what I wanted. She stripped down to her thong and I told her to get on her knees and hold her tits for a pic, to bend over and show her ass for a pic. I took her thong off and had her lay on the bed and spread her legs and finger herself.

She eventually stumbled over to me and took my clothes off. Sat me down in a chair. She started licking up and down my shaft, looking up at the camera with her tongue all over me, posing while I took pictures.

I switched over to video mode and I took video of her stroking me and taking me as deeply as she could in her mouth. She would moan and constantly look up at the camera as she’d slowly glide her tongue up and down, from the base to the head. Back and forth.

I eventually took her by the hips and laid her down on her back over the side of her bed. She spread her legs and I held one leg with one hand and the camera with the other.

I took video as I slid in and out of her, video of her tits bouncing and her whole body jolting with each stroke.

When I was getting close, I pulled out, got up on the bed, straddled her hips and she stroked me until I came all over her chest, each spurt being filmed.

It was easily the hottest night of my life up to that point. I still have those pictures and videos. I remember waking up the next morning and looking at each other like, “We did gooooood last night…”

#1 : Stacy – Post 21

The summer came and passed. We were excited to go back to school and have that independence where we didn’t have our parents tracking our every move.

She moved into a one-person dorm room, so I spent nearly every night wit her. The sex was getting better. I was getting better at it.

In September, when we had just gotten back to school, it was our one-year anniversary. Not like we ever spent any time apart anyway, but we decided to spend the whole weekend in each other’s arms and not leave her dorm room.

We had never gotten drunk together before. We figured we’d do that.

So we were able to get a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of wine. And that Friday night we started drinking. Now she was, like, 5’7” and 120 lbs, so she was a lightweight. After a few drinks she was falling all over the place and I was drunk too. And we started getting really frisky. Inhibitions were gone.

We’d always talked about sometime taking sexy pictures and video of us having sex. That night turned out to be the night.

#1 : Stacy – Post 20

When she got to me, we hugged in the driveway for a good, long time and I asked her if she’d take a walk with me. We walked maybe two blocks, in silence. Hands in my pockets, her looking down as we walked. We got to a little park bench and took a seat. And I wasted no time.

I told her I overreacted. That I couldn’t let something so amazing go. That I loved her and that we could both work on some things to make it better. And she wasted no time. She said she’d take me back.

And that was really a turning point for us. We became awesome. We were on fire. We didn’t take each other for granted anymore.

#1 : Stacy – Post 19

But then I woke up one day… and wanted her back. I overreacted that night.

I’m rolling my eyes as I look back at 19-year-old Owen. I should have just kept the ties cut, moved on, and had an awesome college experience. But at that time, Stacy was all I knew. She was the only relationship I’d ever had. I felt like I needed her.

So late that night… it had to have been 2 or 3 in the morning… I sent her a text, asking if she’d come down to see me. She replied immediately. Yes. She’d come in the morning. It was, like, a one-hour drive for her to come to me from her parents’ house. But the morning came and she headed down.

#1 : Stacy – Post 18

I woke up and she was gone. I walked upstairs and my mom was at the kitchen counter. She was angry at me. I guess when she got up that morning, Stacy was sitting on the couch in the living room crying, and mom had to deal with her. She got her all packed up and on her way.

I explained why I ended it, but I didn’t really feel like getting into details. It was done. So just let it be done.

Now, at the age of 19, when you end a relationship that was nine months long, it is a big deal. You get to tell your friends it’s over and they ask about it and ask if you’re ok. You get to feel free again. Filled with opportunity and hope. Excitement, almost. For who may come along next.

I got to go through that all for a couple weeks. And it was pretty cool, really. But Stacy was still on my mind. I was wondering what she was up to. Was she still bed-ridden, crying about me? Is she off flirting with a bunch of other guys, acting like she doesn’t care, trying to get “revenge” in her own way? We didn’t speak once in those two weeks.