Let's Be Honest by Scott Hildreth Page B

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    NAME: DANTA N.L.N.
    AGE: 24
    STATS: 5’-5” thin
    ACCOMPLISHMENTS: Anal, A2M, cum play
     
     
    We had met for the first time at my 28 th birthday party, which was a very small gathering. It included primarily some college friends that were aware of my birthday, and had thrown a party – to my initial displeasure.
    Meeting her at the party made an immediate impact, but she was accompanied by a friend, which prevented me from making any meaningful advancements . She was medium height, very petite, and blonde. She was, on a scale of 1-10, certainly a 9 plus. She was the typical adorable girl that we all dream of. This alone is what attracted me to her. I wanted to fuck her in the ass. Primarily because she looked like she wouldn’t stand for it.
    A week or so after the party, we had agreed to meet at my apartment in Manhattan, close to the campus.
    “So, this place is really nice ,” she said as she looked around the room.
    “It suits me – want something to drink?” I asked.
    “No, no, I think I’m fine. Well, maybe a bottle of water. Do you have bottles?”
    “Sure,” I said as I stepped into the kitchen to get a bottle from the refrigerator.
    “I just can’t stand the water in this town, it smells funny,” she said as she followed me in the kitchen.
    “You mean it tastes funny?” I asked.
    “No, smells. It smells funny,” she reiterated.
    “Oh, never smelled it, I don’t guess,” I said as I handed her the water.
    She took a sip of the water and screwed the lid back on. For a short moment, she turned and looked into the living room. Turning back into the small kitchen to face me, she placed the water on the counter.
    “So, explain what you were saying in the BBM you sent me,” she said.
    “It was pretty self-explanatory, was it not?” I asked.
    “Oh, I dunno, try me,” she answered.
    “Take off your top,” I smirked when I spoke.
    “Excuse me?” she asked.
    “You heard what I said, and I’m not going to reiterate the entire message. We can go back into the living room and look at our damned phones if you really want to. Take off your top,” I demanded.
    “I’m not going to take off my top, we haven’t even talked yet,” she said with her hands on her hips.
    Oh you’ll take your top off. Either that or you’ll leave.
    “Take it off, Danta. Do it,” I said, pointing to her top.
    “No. I’m not taking it off.”
    She had made no effort to pick up the bottle of water, or to walk into the other room. If she truly didn’t want to take her top off, she would attempt to change the pace of what was going on. Clearly she wanted to play a game. I wasn’t in the mood.
    “Listen. I’m not going to play games. I told you what I wanted. You read the messages. We’ve been texting for a week. You know what I want. Get undressed. Or, I suppose you can take the water and leave. You pick,” I said as I walked toward the living room.
    Over my shoulder, I saw her grab the water and follow me, several steps behind. As I sat on the sofa, she came into the small apartment sized living room. I had a small sofa, and two chairs to sit on. The small kitchen, living room, and one bedroom were the extent of the space I leased.
    “Take your pick,” I said as she walked into the living room, pointing to the chairs.
    She looked around the room and took a second look at the sofa. She then chose the chair on my left.
    “I wasn’t joking,” I said as she sat down.
    “But we haven’t even talked,” she said.
    “So, let me ask you some thing. If we talked for an hour and relaxed, you’d be okay with what we talked about?” I asked.
    “She nodded, y eah. Yeah, I would. So, what do you wanna talk about?” she asked.
    “I don’t,” I said as I unzipped my pants.
    She focused on my hands without speaking. I pulled my cock from my pants and started stroking it.
    “Come here,” I said.
    She slowly stood up and walked toward the