The Air Hostess (Says alot really..)
There was this one lass I will always remember. It's more through the sheer terror imprinted into my memory than the fun times we had. I shall call her Roxy. Roxy was a blonde haired, blue eyed female with all the right curves in all the right places. She was bubbly, outgoing and level headed (so it seemed). Roxy started to date another college friend of mine; Bill. Now Bill wasn't all there - a little paranoid as most men can be but if she was on b3ta, I'm sure she'd answer this QOTW about him.

Anywho, push came to shove and Roxy and myself didn't see each other again. I went to classes less and less which probably didn't help. One fateful day I quite literally bumped into her and she blurted out her lifestory with Bill in around 30 seconds. In a nutshell "We're over do you want to go out sometime?" This is where I was a little naive and thought it was going to be a catch up, full breakdown of events with Bob and so on (like before as Roxy and I were pretty close). She turns up at my place and after hinting all night and pestering me for a kiss, I cave in and kiss her.

I should have stopped there (because it wasn't very good for one) but something in the back of my head wouldn't let me. I believe it was her hand actually. Heh. Right thinks I, enough is enough I don't want this so let's kick her out. I play the "I'm really tired, can we call it a night" game. Yes, I was that desperate. This failed and to hurry the story up a bit, she stayed over. Turns out she already had her things because she never planned to go home. Yikes. Alarm bells are ringing but I'm a bit like a rabbit in the headlights. Push comes to shove and we get down to it. Despite the bad kissing, it was bloody fantastic. Didn't get a wink of sleep and she loved every minute of it.

I should have realised things were going bad when she was poised over me, trying to turn me on by licking her lips - you know how they do in the movies that brings every guy to his knees. Well it wasn't like that at all, I can see it now and it brings a tear to my eye. I should have run a mile when towards the end of a session she tried talking dirty saying I should "[insert your own phrase here] like a naughty little girl." Each to their own is what I thought, and bless her she was trying (did I mention the sex was brilliant though).

Morning comes (as did we) and I have to kick her out. Literally. She begged me not to leave and had, whilst I slept, planned our wedding, childrens' names and where we were going to live.

I thought I had got away with it. One stupid night of..I'm not sure really. Sleeping with someone just to get them off your case isn't the nicest thing in the world. Nevertheless she hadn't the foggiest and then the texts and phone calls started. You can imagine the type; "we are soooooo good together" "I can't wait to have you again." The phone calls were worse. Remembering as an Air Hostess she was sometimes landing in the UK at 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning. Then calling me. I grunted or mumbled something down the phone "cock off I'm sleeping" several nights in a row yet she still called. And called. Then called some more. Hearing my voice made her whole day worthwhile. Thankfully she forgot where I lived and couldn't harrass me there. I think she's got a new boyfriend and has been with him sometime since she finished stalking me. The whole thing was a lot worse than I can ever describe - partially because I have a mental block on every little detail.

I'm not apologising for length or girth; I didn't to her and she loved it. Thinking about it, that might have been the problem..
(mannitol, Tue 21 Nov 2006, 16:57, Reply)