The Newf is a computer hacker, or something. He’s explained his job enough times that I “get it” but don’t really. Something about computers and security and all that. Read: nerd.
He’s also 6’1″, lanky and well, just LOOKS like a nerd. Totally my type, but I get that not every girl shares the sentiment.
Our first date could have been the plot of a Disney movie circa 1955. We walked my dog. It was completely casual, adorable, mildly awkward but we settled into a comfortable stride in conversation. The dog was a great ice breaker and had Walt penned the script, she would have tangled us in the leash for an uncomfortable yet romantic embrace. I can’t say it enough – adorable.
So when we arranged the second date, I was expecting much of the same. He did surprise me by stating he was seeing others, which suggested something more edgy about him, but I didn’t read too much into it. The plan was sushi – drinks – live music. Solid second date.
Dinner was fine. We hadn’t seen one another in ages so we had to reestablish a never-really-established comfort.
Drinks helped. We hit a patio and had a few rounds, testing the waters of off-colour humour and wit. As we walked to the show, I felt good about him I liked his company a lot. We hummed at the same frequency, if that makes any sense. Just a good click.
Upon arrival at the venue, we got a couple more rounds. Things started to take a more flirtatious turn. Nothing vulgar, but a touch here, a smile or look. It was exciting. I have become so accustomed to men either playing it cool or lusting after me that I forgot how exciting a light hand on the small of my back can be. We watched the band, had some drinks and enjoyed the back and forth of casual touches and the sensation of being physically close. Again – nothing gratuitous, but that made it all the more fun. By the time the band was through, I wanted more but still didn’t want to give up this anticipatory stage; what a strange internal conflict.
He grabbed my hand and we started to walk home, fingers interlocked but comfortably so. We veered off the main road, through a part of the city brimming with hipster bars and late night scene crowds. Hands together, laughing and joking and buzzing in the chemistry we both felt. Before too long, he stopped me to show me something or other, and then pulled me up onto the sidewalk for our first kiss.
And it did not disappoint! For probably (read: absolutely) the biggest “nerd” I’ve even been out with, he was good! It started soft and slow – a test almost, but quickly grew. I could tell by his tell that he had been thinking about doing this all night, and was not disappointed in the least. He pulled me in closer and I smiled thinking “really? nerds kiss this well?!“
Now, given my past voyeurisms. you might expect me to be perfectly content to make out with this guy on the sidewalk. Not so. I tried to keep us moving, despite jonsing for more. There was definitely a lot of sidewalk make outs though. And even though public groping is something that I probably don’t have any right to call “classless” given past behaviours, I must admit I happily let him push our bodies together against the occasional wall for another taste of one another on the way home. That is how good it was.
About half way we came to a busier street and he inquired about grabbing a cab. “Sure,” I replied, not realizing that in doing so I was inviting him over. After my explaining about the VERY messy apartment and the dog and the need to rise early the next day and him explaining that he didn’t give a f#ck, we arrived at my place.
I’ll skip the pleasantries and get to what you read through all that romance-novel-dribble for: the sex.
Clothes must have came off, though I don’t remember when or where or how. We were just naked suddenly. And thus began one the best nights of my life with a new lover. Or any lover to be honest. He worshipped my body. Every inch of me was touched or kissed and just wholly turned on by him. He was rough, but obviously was holding back a rougher side which suggested he was testing the waters. I loved it. There was passion and desire and energy.
Also,and I wouldn’t believe this if it hadn’t happened to me, he made me come ten times. TEN. I know this because we kept track. He just went down on me all night. And became obsessed with doing it to me again and again. I wasn’t allowed to touch him – he just wanted to satisfy me repeatedly.* Amazing. Well, Amazing and physically exhausting. I don’t know how many of you had had the pleasure, but it took a lot out of me.
Finally, I had to tell him to stop touching me because I needed to sleep and get up for work in two hours.
I have never had a harder time NOT touching someone. He was just there…so close, and so turned on by me (and happy to tell me just how turned on, and what he wished he was doing to me instead of trying to sleep) and I just wanted to climb on top of him and well… not sleep.
In the morning I walked the dog and then we left together. He said he definitely wanted to see me again (I should think so!) and we kissed (again, with a passion that woke up faster than I thought one could) and we parted.
No fucking, but fucking amazing times.
Who would have guessed that the computer nerd had such amazing skill?! Maybe it is unfair of me to categorize him so, but really, it is like a secret super power that he wears under his nerdy disguise.
There is definitely more on the way about him…
* given a previous post about how I gave but did not receive oral sex from someone and how that was a HUGE sexual etiquette faux-pas, I feel the need to add a disclaimer – Newf wouldn’t let me go down on him. And stated outright that we weren’t going to have sex. The next time we saw one another (details to come) he told me that that night he got off just getting me off. But for the record, I DID try.
It’s a good one :p
