Long story short, fell in love with a guy but he treated me like shit and I finally broke down and had to leave the abuse. Great for me finally freeing myself, sad part is the sex was amazing. So since I cant go back to him right now, I’m going to share all the amazing things I experienced with him as a way to soothe my soul and share with others who may benefit as I figure out what I actually like in bed and finding a way to experience it again but better with someone who will be more respectful and kind. Open to advice and comments.
The beginning
I enjoyed the sexting. That’s how it all started. The constant inuendos slipped into conversation. Everything was friendly, only slightly flirty with sexual undertones. Nothing pushy or forced. Friendship first was nice. Found things we both liked to do and enjoyed hiking or exploring some of my favorite places.
No full nudes. Never asked for any from me. Again, a mutual enjoyment of sharing only a peek of things like him naked in front of the mirror but the deodorant hiding his dick. Sent small things at first, shirtless, then eventually sending pics with his undies on and a clear outline. Always asked if he could send something or would tease in conversation and ask if I wanted to see more.
The first time we went on a date we met at a theater. He snapped me a picture of the theatre building where he was parked like a scavenger hunt until I could find his car. Finally found him and we sat and smoked together casually talking before the movie started. He was soft spoken and quiet and joked around with me about random things.
Finally went in to the movie. He always kept his distance and was respectful. He would catch my eye and smile or just sit back and chill and make funny comments on the movie. Eventually he rested his hand next to my leg. Just accidentally brushing my thigh and seeing how I would react and if I was comfortable. Eventually I relaxed around him and would bump my arm back giving that unspoken consent for him to continue. We would laugh about something and then he would move his hand closer until his finger was just poking my leg and then he’d rest his arm down and touch mine.
Once we got back to the car he asked if I wanted to stay and chill a bit longer. He never forced his way into my space but let me sit next to him and we smoked while making silly comments on things. He was super weird but I guess that worked for me. He joked about his long hair and flung it over and asked if I wanted to touch it. I laughed but somehow ended up stroking his hair with him leaning into me. He shifted over and we hugged and after laughing again at how awkward we were minutes passed and his hand was resting gently on my knee, brushing it occasionally or tapping. I’ll admit I was wet af at that point. All the teasing and half nudes and inuendos before the theatre got me primed and now that he was sitting there, his goofy smile and gentle hand brushing against my leg I was all in. We sat there for hours fliritng and talking about stuff. Time felt like it didn’t exist with him.
I thanked him and we hugged and said we should definitely do this again. His hands wrapped around me and made me feel so safe in that hug. They were soft, like his fingertips would press in but expand out and then a very gentle squeeze before releasing me.
After I got home, he sent a text saying how much fun he had and joked about how weird he was. I felt so excited and thrilled to see where this was gonna go. Several winky faces later and we were both asleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ssh4ya/what_he_did_to_me_part_1_the_first_date