Not Quite Scary Movie Night

So the girl from April 23rd and I hung out on Friday night.  She is pretty savy with the bus system so it was nice not actually having to pick her up.  The night started with me walking out to the street to see her because she got lost and was walking in circles.  My mind must have been decieving me because she didn't look nearly as good as she did wednesday, but at least she smelled nice and was really nice still.  So we go into my apartment and we spend the first hour or so looking at movies to watch and she couldn't come to a decision.  She claimed she wanted to watch a scary movie but none of the 18 that I had available to stream on netflix were interesting to her.  I was kind of getting fed up so we ended up putting on "The New Guy" which is not scary at all, and happens to be about high school.  This was oh so much fun because it involved her telling me about her druggy past and me reliving painful memories of having no friends and things of that nature.  Honestly sitting through the first movie was more painful then a Rosie Odenell marathon with a migraine.  Nothing I wanted to talk about and not something I wanted to watch, so naturally I grab a beer, she doesn't want anything to drink which is a little dissapointing.  I just needed to loosen up.

The second movie we watched was a Swedish film called "Let the Right One In" which is a coming of age vampire tail, really something I never expected to find waiting for me on Netflix.  It was actually really good and during the course of the movie she moved from one end of the couch to basically next to me, it was a good transition.  So we move onto the final movie, whose name escapes me, and I get my arm around her and we are cuddling, sorry but it wasn't very interesting.  Except I wasn't very interested in the movie so I pretty much spent the entire time trying to get her to turn her head so we could start making out.  It was really awkward, because I was trying to caress the far side of her face so she would turn but was being as still as a statue.  I don't even really remember the movie while I was in this epic battle with her oblivious reaction to my advances, it wasn't even like she was having a negative reaction just stone cold sitting there.  Anyways, the movie was coming to a close she still wasn't turning her head at all, so it was time to take som drastic measures.  After an hour and a half of ignoring me trying to get her face to turn she reacted pretty damn positivley to me caressing her boob from under her shirt but above her bra.

Now you get the unfortunate description of her body type because I don't really think I posted it before.  She was about 5'3" on the chubby side, didn't really have much of a chin and had small boobs for a girl her size, but they were about a handful.  She had good lips to kiss but to be honest wasn't a very good kisser.  Her belly came out past her boobs and was more then a little bit of fat, but oh well it was still good times.

So I get my hand out of her shirt and we start making out, mainly just her getting further and further on my lap with our lips locked.  Honestly, I have never met someone with such a short tongue though.  I don't think it ever went out past her teeth which was getting a little frustrating because I didn't actually understand for a while how she really wanted to kiss me.  So we continue this for a while and for reasons which I don't remember now she got up and looked out of the view from my apartment (which happens to be the space needle).  So I pull out a mattress that I keep in my living room, don't ask me why I do that because this is the most use it has ever gotten, and tell her to come lay down in it with me.  However, this wasn't the best idea because it made it fairly easy to see that she was wider then I was.  Not that it mattered too much because I kept my hands primarily on her chest, which worked just fine for both of us based on the noises she kept making.   For a long time I am just trying to get her shirt off with her saying, "not yet," to me even though she ended up letting me unhook her bra.  It was a pretty good make out session and using the mattress looking out into the city was a pleasant experience.  However, driving her home at 3 am was a bitch but it wasn't the worse thing that ever happened.  The night was good and she came back Saturday, I'll tell you all about in on Wednesday.

Randomly placed mattress seemed relevant enough, or! is this forshadowing my next post?