"The Intern Escort"
(read November 1 blog for some back story)
"well thanks for giving me a ride and a place to sleep," i said as she pulled into the alley behind my house and dropped me off this morning. i hadn't realized the extent of my body odor until i'd put my shirts back on at her house while she was in the bathroom. normally i don't stink, even when i don't wear any deodorant, but as i was corralling the sleeves of my thermal through the sleeves of my t-shirt, a tiny fist emanated from the still-wet armpits and slapped me across the face. i burped last night's redbull and was suddenly a bit self-conscious; i hoped that it wasn't noticeable or offensive as we lay in her bed last night.
she'd given me signs of potential action, but like a wise old fish, i didn't take the oddly curved worm hanging in the water into my mouth. she invited me to stay at her place and i asked if she had equal amenities that she'd found at my house--namely, a contacts case and a spare toothbrush. contacts case yes, toothbrush, no. "you can just use mine if you don't think that's weird," she offered. "huh, so you WOULD accept my tongue in yr mouth," i countered. she giggled and said she would. i tried to ignore(not take advantage of) that information for the rest of the night. despite lingering outside the bar after closing, we arrived at her house before her roommate. she gave me a quick tour of her place and then disappeared into the upstairs bathroom for a shower. in the meantime, i was just kind of standing there in her living room when i heard the minor commotion of a drunken hand attempting to unlock the front door. i reached over and opened the door and surprised Kathy, her very drunk roommate, the same one whose attitude during the intrusion into my house several weeks before had initially ruined my first impression of her. earlier in the night, we'd formally introduced ourselves and discussed our first meeting. she'd been quite friendly, which helped to dissipate my previous bias. she was pretty much wasted and wanted to drive me home, but i wouldn't let her. "i have to at least say goodbye--it's the socially graceful thing to do," i told her. she walked past me and i saw the top of her buttcrack peeking out from her jeans. it was the first time that that has ever turned me on a little bit and at that point, my impression of Kathy had completely changed. we talked for a few minutes in her room, where i pointed out that it seemed there was something missing--there were no posters or pictures on the walls; no decoration at all. Kendra finally appeared from the bathroom wearing boxers and a shirt, holding a towel wrapped around her waist. she'd shaved her legs, which i suspected might be another sign, and considering the implications of this movement, was glad that i'd shaved the night before. we left Kathy to pass out and went into the next bedroom. i had mixed emotions as i inspected her legs--she was pointing out how many times she'd nicked herself. i stopped counting at 10 when my internal shaving snob deemed her a rookie. Pan was there too, whispering in my other ear with a mischievous grin, "wonder how far up she shaved..."
fearing scary things, she leaves the tv in her room on all night. with our contacts out, we ended up half-looking at that for a couple hours while we talked about rather mundane things. all the while, i lightly moved the tips of my fingers all around the palm of her hand. soon enough though, i noticed a change in her breathing, looked over at her and her eyes were closed. i asked her if i could kiss her. she smiled, turned away from me and said it was an embarrassing question. well, i figured i'd ask--it was safer than just going for it, receiving a harsh rejection and ending up in a very awkward situation or possibly having to walk 3 miles home in the middle of the deadest time of the darkness of day. i thought about that for a second, then leaned over, kissed her cheek and said "i think yr pretty alright." i wondered to myself if she might be a virgin. i don't really think so, but we'd talked about how when she told the story of her staying in my bed halloween night, she didn't think that anyone really believed her story that nothing had happened. when i told the story, no one questioned it. we fell asleep with our feet touching.
Kendra's kind of an odd bird. she's tall, a little heavy, comes from a small town, has a slight gap in her front teeth and snorts when she laughs. she's a Sagittarius and her birthday makes her an 11, just as i am, but there are also 11 years, thousands of miles and experiences worth of separation between us. we've slept together twice now but never really touched--never hugged, never kissed, never exchanged phone numbers. i know her middle name, but not her last name.
"it's kind of a weird thing we have going here," i said as i got out of her car. she smiled as she drove away.
(read November 1 blog for some back story)
"well thanks for giving me a ride and a place to sleep," i said as she pulled into the alley behind my house and dropped me off this morning. i hadn't realized the extent of my body odor until i'd put my shirts back on at her house while she was in the bathroom. normally i don't stink, even when i don't wear any deodorant, but as i was corralling the sleeves of my thermal through the sleeves of my t-shirt, a tiny fist emanated from the still-wet armpits and slapped me across the face. i burped last night's redbull and was suddenly a bit self-conscious; i hoped that it wasn't noticeable or offensive as we lay in her bed last night.
she'd given me signs of potential action, but like a wise old fish, i didn't take the oddly curved worm hanging in the water into my mouth. she invited me to stay at her place and i asked if she had equal amenities that she'd found at my house--namely, a contacts case and a spare toothbrush. contacts case yes, toothbrush, no. "you can just use mine if you don't think that's weird," she offered. "huh, so you WOULD accept my tongue in yr mouth," i countered. she giggled and said she would. i tried to ignore(not take advantage of) that information for the rest of the night. despite lingering outside the bar after closing, we arrived at her house before her roommate. she gave me a quick tour of her place and then disappeared into the upstairs bathroom for a shower. in the meantime, i was just kind of standing there in her living room when i heard the minor commotion of a drunken hand attempting to unlock the front door. i reached over and opened the door and surprised Kathy, her very drunk roommate, the same one whose attitude during the intrusion into my house several weeks before had initially ruined my first impression of her. earlier in the night, we'd formally introduced ourselves and discussed our first meeting. she'd been quite friendly, which helped to dissipate my previous bias. she was pretty much wasted and wanted to drive me home, but i wouldn't let her. "i have to at least say goodbye--it's the socially graceful thing to do," i told her. she walked past me and i saw the top of her buttcrack peeking out from her jeans. it was the first time that that has ever turned me on a little bit and at that point, my impression of Kathy had completely changed. we talked for a few minutes in her room, where i pointed out that it seemed there was something missing--there were no posters or pictures on the walls; no decoration at all. Kendra finally appeared from the bathroom wearing boxers and a shirt, holding a towel wrapped around her waist. she'd shaved her legs, which i suspected might be another sign, and considering the implications of this movement, was glad that i'd shaved the night before. we left Kathy to pass out and went into the next bedroom. i had mixed emotions as i inspected her legs--she was pointing out how many times she'd nicked herself. i stopped counting at 10 when my internal shaving snob deemed her a rookie. Pan was there too, whispering in my other ear with a mischievous grin, "wonder how far up she shaved..."
fearing scary things, she leaves the tv in her room on all night. with our contacts out, we ended up half-looking at that for a couple hours while we talked about rather mundane things. all the while, i lightly moved the tips of my fingers all around the palm of her hand. soon enough though, i noticed a change in her breathing, looked over at her and her eyes were closed. i asked her if i could kiss her. she smiled, turned away from me and said it was an embarrassing question. well, i figured i'd ask--it was safer than just going for it, receiving a harsh rejection and ending up in a very awkward situation or possibly having to walk 3 miles home in the middle of the deadest time of the darkness of day. i thought about that for a second, then leaned over, kissed her cheek and said "i think yr pretty alright." i wondered to myself if she might be a virgin. i don't really think so, but we'd talked about how when she told the story of her staying in my bed halloween night, she didn't think that anyone really believed her story that nothing had happened. when i told the story, no one questioned it. we fell asleep with our feet touching.
Kendra's kind of an odd bird. she's tall, a little heavy, comes from a small town, has a slight gap in her front teeth and snorts when she laughs. she's a Sagittarius and her birthday makes her an 11, just as i am, but there are also 11 years, thousands of miles and experiences worth of separation between us. we've slept together twice now but never really touched--never hugged, never kissed, never exchanged phone numbers. i know her middle name, but not her last name.
"it's kind of a weird thing we have going here," i said as i got out of her car. she smiled as she drove away.