First things first: Thanks!

Never in my wildest dreams would I ever thought this would become a reality. I want to thank all the souls here at TRP for the invaluable knowledge they spat out, shared and disected. Because of that knowledge, I am a much different man from 2 years ago. A better man.

 

Preface

I'm a college student, 5'9'', 165 lbs who gained 25 pounds overall over the past 2 years. Lift 3 times a week, cardio 4 to 5 times. I dance regularly.

 

Girl#1 tuesday night: dancefloor

I've met Girl#1 at a zouk party, and we were vibing very quickly. This time, she is visiting my city without my knowledge for our monthly dancing party. Someone taps me on the shoulder, I turn around and find out it's her. She gives me the biggest smile and an even bigger hug.

I ask if she wants to dance, and of course she does. I can sense that she only wants to dance in close position with me. The song ends, we say our thanks and I go find myself another girl to dance with.

 

Over the course of maybe 2 hours, I danced with her only for 4 songs. At some point I needed a breather, so I go to the bar and ask for some water. The girl sits right next to me, and we start to chitchat. She came at me with the following:"I've been looking at you and the girls dancing with you. They always seem to be smiling and happy." I just laughed and said: "I'm a fun guy, and they seem to be fun to be around as well!" At one point, she even maneuvered herself to block a girl from coming closer and asking me out for a dance. Not that subtle; cute nonetheless.

 

The party should have "ended" at 2 a.m. Wednesday, but people were making a fuss asking if they could dance just a little longer. The regulars mostly know that this is a ploy to get all people dancing for a last photo and nothing else, so we wait for the damn music to start. She comes to me and says "I really want to dance a bit more, but if I stay here I'll miss my bus." I ask her if she got classes or work to go to tomorrow. She said no, so I suggested she could couch-surf at my place if she wanted, and go home early in the morning. She said ok, and I made sure to dance most of the slower songs with her.

 

The party ends, people start gathering their stuff and going home. While on our way, we talk about this and that, and she hits me with: "I've only seen girls smiling and laughing around you. Do you flirt with all the girls?" I looked at her with a grin and said: "EVERY.SINGLE.ONE!" She laughed and we moved on.

At my place, we took a shower seperately, and then I showed her the couch. She sighed and said she didn't like it. It doesn't feel comfortable for sleep. I suggested hopping into my bed, but no worries, nothing will happen if you don't want to. She said ok. So we were laying in bed, talking a little. She asked if I have a girlfriend; said I've had girlfriends in the past, I only have exes now. She asked if I'm seeing someone; said I'm not, nor am I looking to be honest. I'm enjoying my freedom at the moment and want it to remain that way. So we wish each other goodnight, "trying" to fall asleep, when all of a sudden she says: "it's ok if you want to wrap your arm around me." I obliged. She starts stroking me, I started stroking her gently too. She turns around and starts kissing me. Her kisses start coming out with a heavy breather. I know what needs to happen now. Fucked her 3 times that night (with a condom), and sent her home around 9 a.m. all jolly.

 

Girl#2 Wednesday: trade fair

I was part of a group of students that was sent to set up a spot representing our university in a trade fair in another city, since it has connections with lots of tech-companies. There wasn't much to it; the talking points we were given by our professor pretty much covered up everything we needed to talk about if someone came to us with questions. Getting bored, I asked the guys if I could leave them for 10 minutes. They were fine by it.

 

Perusing around, I've found a group of students from the local university of that place doing the same thing we are. Among them was this damn beautiful snow white babe. I approached them, talked for a bit to the group, about how I'm from a neighbouring university and my group being represented here as well. Someone thankfully comes along and starts asking questions. In the meantime, I keep my focus entirely on the girl, and we basically have a side chitchat that has nothing to do with the fair. She seems receptive. I ask the guys if they can do without girl#2 for 10 minutes or so. They were fine as well. I give her my hand, she stands up and we take a stroll.

 

We talk a little about university, our hobbies etc. I tell her that I dance; she flairs in the face, saying she always wanted to learn how to dance. I take her to a more quite place, put on a really slow song on my phone, and grab her towards me in closed position. I tell her that if she doesn't feel comfortable, then should tell me, and I would give her space. She says she's fine. We only move back and front, very slowly, till she gets the hang of it. and I can feel her turning like butter in my arms.

The song is over, and I know we have to get back to our groups before they get pissed, yet she gives me a sad face, saying she wants to dance a little more. I tell her it's best to go back to our groups before they get mad at us, but I'd be happy to show her more stuff after the fair ends. She smiles, gives me her phonenumber, and we go our seperate ways.

 

Maybe two hours after we seperated, she writes me that her group would end their sitting and go home in an hour. I told her we needed 2 more hours, so if she was interested in the dancing lesson she needs to wait a little. She wrote "ok" back.

My friends take the train home, and I stay with the girl, but there was no dancing. I told her we need to eat something, since I am starving. She suggested a restaurant nearby; I told her I'm not a fan of fast-food chains, plus I'm not carrying that much cash on me either. She suggested we could go home to her dormitory and make something of our own. I thought it was a terrific idea!

 

At her place, she makes us some mighty sandwishes. We eat, we drink, we tell stupid stories. We have a jolly good time. Then I asked her if she was still interested in that private dancing lesson. She turns all giddy. I put on some slow music, and try to remain mostly in a close position. Within the third song, I can feel her getting heavier and heavier in my arms, her breath even as well. I stop moving; I look at her, and see that her eyes are fixated on my lips. I close my lips with hers, and we kiss for a minute, with my hands scanning her buddy. I suddenly stop, tell her if she doesn't feel comfortable then tell me to stop, and I will stop. She says she doesn't want to stop. We fuck (my own condoms with me), and Tuesday early I leave to catch my train back home.

 

Aftermath

2 years ago, the aftermath of me having had sex with a girl would be me thinking about her all throughout the damn day. I would conjure up images of us meeting together again, when it's going to be, how it's going to be etc.

I'm not gonna lie to you (or to myself for that matter) but I am thinking about these girls. It's just that me thinking about them throughout the day is very minimal. I think about girl#1 and that exquisite blowjob she gave me. 10 seconds later, I'm back to my work fully focused. I think about the sexy ass of girl#2 for a little while, and then back to whatever I was doing.

I also have another girl lined up to meet on this coming weekend, so I'm actually looking forward to that. And me looking forward to this girl is taking up mental space from me looking backward at the girls I've already slept with. I'm not sure if this can be viewed as abundance mentality, but I do believe it's going in that direction.