I didn’t know what to expect at first, she only had two or three pictures on her profile and they all left a lot to the imagination, but I could tell she had potential to be very attractive, and that she was fun and playful. I had no idea how right I was.
Our conversation on Tinder started out normal enough, small talk and getting to know one another. I’m not sure if it was one of her often-used lines with guys, but I was struck when she asked me, “What else do you do you do with that model-esque façade?” She lived with her parents clear on the other side of town and asked just how well I hid people from my roommates when I brought them over. Needless to say, she had some good intentions.
Our conversations went in and out, never firming up plans of any sort since she lived so far away and her work schedule was so nuts. Finally, one day I was studying at a coffee shop and we start to talk. It was simple flirting at first, but things got dirty fast, and I finally raise the stakes.
“Do you shave?”
“I do.”
“Good, because I’d love to eat you out.”
“Oh yeah? Well, I’d love to suck you off.”