Did I get played?

[Gary79]

I was at the pub last night with two pals who're both smokers and periodically went outside for a cigarette. After the second or third time they left, two girls at the next table started chatting to me. Despite finding neither of them appealing - in fact one of them was really quite hideous, the other plain - it's nice to be friendly and it helped pass those five minute interludes when I was by myself, watching the drinks.

 

This carried on throughout the night - my friends would go outside and I'd chat to the girls - and gradually we became more familiar and the plain one, Amy, became more and more flirtatious. She also became more appealing, especially when she discarded her cardigan to reveal her rather impressive cleavage, which shuddered when she laughed.

 

As the shout went for last orders, I got in the last round before my pals went outside for their final smoke. As I returned with the beers, Amy's friend was putting on her coat and Amy very seductively told me that her friend's leaving and asked if I would walk her home. She said she didn't want to waste money on a taxi as she lived close by, but didn't want to walk by herself.

 

Sensing I had got lucky I agreed, and possibly didn't do enough to conceal my excitement. So bidding farewell to my friends I walked her to her flat, which was probably about half a mile from the pub.

 

As expected, she invited me in for a drink and following her up the stairs I surveyed her figure. I concluded that she was a bit chubbier than I'd ordinarily go for, though not fat, but she had a great ass and erm...well I've already mentioned her cleavage. Mesmerizing.

 

Unfortunately the anticipation of sex coupled with the visual stimuli elicited a predictable response. Her flat was well lit and after being invited to relieve myself of my coat it was impossible to conceal and a bit embarrassing. From her giggle it was obvious she'd noticed.

 

We had a drink in her living room and chatted for probably an hour or more, then started to make out on her sofa. Things were getting quite hot and I was aching to get get into bed, but then her phone went - it was one of her friends who was upset having had a drunken row with her boyfriend - and after she finished the conversation, which went on for about twenty minutes, she made us some more drinks.

 

Again we got frisky on the sofa, and in a bid to move things along I suggested we went to her room. It was then that she dropped the bombshell "I think you've got the wrong idea about me", she said, "I don't drop my knickers for a guy I just met in the pub."

 

Amazingly, given her puritanical attitude, she said I could spend the night in her bed if I promised to behave myself. Pretty shocking, don't you think? She even changed into her nightie in front of me. She really does have amazing tits, incidentally.

 

I tried in vain to persuade her that she's a sexually liberated woman and the stigma of women sleeping with guys they'd just met's a thing of the past. But kissing me goodnight, she whispered "the best things come to those who wait". It was all very frustrating.

 

This morning I left with her number. I'm now contemplating what to do with it, on the one hand I reckon she's a tease playing games. But on the other, I find that a bit of a turn on and really want to screw her. Plus I've done the groundwork. We got on pretty well, too.

Edited November 18, 2012 by Gary79

[WhatYouWantToHear]

Throw the number away or write it on the bathroom wall of the pub. She's playing you.

[baRx]

sorry for bumping an old thread, but you guys are idiots. she wasn't playing him at all. she chose the respectable route and didn't offer herself to you right off the bat. a little making out is fine. she's showed that she's not a complete whore.

 

better luck next time buddy.