OK, so I fucked *a*** on Thursday. It went great. She said she came five times -- I don't know if that's possibly, but who am I to doubt her? She let me rawdog her, to which I stuck myself in for, like, a minute and thrusted myself half a dozen times before I had to pull out in case I squirted. I then kneeled around her shoulders and thrust my thingy in her face to which she sucked it (her BJ skills need work, because she's not enthused over doing those), and I finally splooged all over her chin and neck. Loved that she smiled at me after I got all done. I actually think *a*** loves to fuck me.
She also cooked steak for me, again. I stayed there a total of 4 1/2 hours, and the first 2 1/2 consisted of me watching TV as *a*** cooked this huge meal of steak and bread and vegetables for me. Not complaining; she cooks well, and I had her touch my pee-pee for a quick second, too, just to get me warmed up. But the steak was so freakin' big that the thing I really wanted to after lunch wasn't to screw but to sleep. I did that after plunging into her, but I have to plan from now on having a real empty stomach when I see her, I guess.
Oh, it gets a tad stranger from then on, too. I got under *a***'s cover and napped while she got up and showered my semen off her face and chest. I slept for a good 40 minutes before rousting myself up and looking through the TV. Then, I hear the bathroom door open (her bedroom is connected to the bathroom, which is in turn connected to the living room). When she comes in, she's clothed and she's holding up her phone.
She wants to take a picture of me. Uh, OK. I think we both want to be discreet about this, but honestly, I take this as a sign that *a*** likes me, and I like that. Besides, I was still under her blanket; I was totally naked, but only my head, my arms and the top of my chest was sticking out. No biggie that she wanted to preserve the memory of, uh, what we did.
But the picture-taking didn't stop there. I had to leave, but there was still hard-boiled eggs Father packed into my lunch for me, and I needed to eat them before I left. I got dressed and started eating those eggs on the dining room table where I ate *a***'s steak. And she wanted to take a picture of me eating the eggs, too. Uh, OK.
And then I had to go. She escorted me out the door, looked at my Fit, then asked to take a picture of me in front of my car. Hey, I like my car, but I don't remember snapping a photo of myself in front of it. Maybe I'm slow on the uptake, but this was where I was starting to get a tad scared of what *a*** was doing.
So I guess I shouldn't have been so careless as to not leave my hat in her bedroom. I realized this just as I was pulling away, so I had to come back and call her. So she was nice enough to, instead of me coming in and grabbing my cap from her bedroom, fetch the hat and give it to me so I don't have to walk in.
But that wasn't all. As I was climbing back into my car, she runs back out, phone thrust in front of her. *a*** shows it to me. She is Facetiming her sister, who seemed to be shopping at, like, an IKEA in Marrakesh. She's hot -- maybe not has hot as *a***, but I haven't fucked her sister, so what do I know? Anyway, *a*** wants me to talk to her -- in French. Now I have spoken a couple phrases with *a*** in French because she's Moroccan and that was a former French colony, but I can't speak French. I was just trying to be ingratiating, and now *a*** wants me to speak with her sister? I think I said "I want" and, maybe, "poutine" in French, and that's it.
After flailing in communicating, *a*** let me go; I waved goodbye to the sister, and then *a*** waved goodbye to me as she went back inside -- without a hug, which I think is weird. But this has totally thrown me for a loop. Why all the pictures, and why this streaming to her sister in Marrakesh? And why now? I've fucked her several times now, but she never demonstrated a need to, uh, document this.
I have one theory. She needed to show her sister that she has a boyfriend because she's getting pressure to settle down and marry. If that's the case -- uh, hoo-boy, this is why I haven't texted *a*** back. I know I'm trying to have my cake and eat it too, but I just assumed that an "I love you" text would be good enough after our tryst. Does she want more? Because I'm not into that commitment. Hell, this is why I do this shit! Golly, does she think I'm her -- gulp -- boyfriend now?
(The only other working theory that might be not implausible is that she has told her sis about getting fucked by me for money. Maybe she likes that. That brings up dreams of a threesome, and maybe even a trip to Morocco, which I might like more than fucking two sisters. But I'm dreaming.)
Look, I start work next week, so I won't be able to see her all that much. But is this a case where if I fuck her three times I'ma wife her? Because we've already fucked three times, which means, uh. ...
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