When we left the restaurant we walked back to his friend's apartment. He asked if I wanted to come up for a little while, but I had to meet my friends. We kissed goodbye- no tongue- and I went on my way. About ten minutes into my walk home, I realized I had left my sweater in his friend's apartment. I contemplated calling him but was too embarrassed, afraid it would look like I purposefully left it behind to make sure I saw him again. I forfeited the sweater, and haven't seen it since.
The night before our second date, my friend JR called me up at 1 am. His roommate, VG, who I had drunkenly hooked up with when I first got to Boston, wanted me to come over. At first I said no, but in the end I was bored and agreed.
I was not attracted to VG sober. We wandered for about an hour trying to get a cab. I was pissed off. When we finally got to his house, we started to watch a movie. He kissed me. It was horrible. He pushed his face so hard onto mine that I was suffocating. I let it go on for a few minutes, then struggled with all the force I could muster to push him off me. This pattern continued for the entire time we were watching the movie.
About half way through the movie I was tired and annoyed, and told him I wanted to go to bed. When we got to bed, more of the same pattern. He tried to take my pants off, I told him I just wanted to sleep. I pretended to sleep for a couple hours, while he was rubbing my body in an attempt to be sexy the entire time. Finally, I was annoyed and wanted him to leave me alone so I could get some sleep, so I had sex with him. The next morning he drove me to the train station, and that was that.
That night I had my second date with CK. We went to a movie, I can't remember which one. Afterward, we walked to his friends apartment (the one I had met him at for our first date) to have a drink. We stayed for a drink then headed out. My roommate, EY, was home for the night, so I invited him to my dorm to watch a movie. My intentions were completely PG-13 rated. I hadn't really kissed him yet, so I was hoping for some heavy kissing/ upper body fondling. I was not going to sleep with him.
We put on Accepted and laid down on my bed to watch. At first it was awkward, laying so close to someone I hardly knew. I kept watching him out of the corner of my eye, waiting for him to make the first move. Every time he would shift his position I wondered if he was signaling me to kiss him. Some how, we both must have shifted right, because we started kissing.
He was a much better kisser than VG. Soon we weren't paying attention to the movie at all. We kept kissing, he shifted so that he was on top me, touching started. Above the waste, below the waste. I could see that this was heading in the direction I had promised myself it wouldn't, but it was already to late. I've never been good at stopping things once they start. I'm too soft spoken, I get embarrassed, and I feel bad. That's why I had sex with VG the first time, and why I was going to with CK now. I asked if he had a condom. He didn't. I did. That was that.
The sex was fine. We stayed in missionary, he was nice to me. I made noises that I hoped seemed like I was enjoying it. In truth, I never really enjoy sex with someone I don't know. I don't hate it, I'm more indifferent. Usually I just want it to be over with. It was over very quickly. Quicker than I had ever experienced. But that was okay with me.
Afterward, he surprised me by asking to spend the night. I believe his exact words were something like, "I'm going to pass out now, that ok?" I said yes, and spent the night tossing and turning next to him. My bed was small, and I'm a very picky sleeper. He took up too much space. I didn't know him well enough. I spent the night in and out of sleep.
I don't know who woke up first in the morning. I must have gone to the bathroom or something. We had sex again in the morning. I don't remember who initiated it, or whether or not we had morning breath. I know I didn't have another condom, so we didn't use one. He lasted longer, but it was no marathon. When it was over, he left. I don't remember saying goodbye or anything. I must have walked him out, due to the arms-length rule (all guests must be within arms length of the resident they are visiting at all times). I think we kissed goodbye and he said he would call me. Then I went back up to my room to get some real sleep.
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