I can honestly say that I wasn't all that impressed the first time I met Dawn. It wasn't really anything that she did and she was an attractive girl, but I actually felt compelled to avoid her. As shallow and pathetic as it may sound, the reason was simply that my roommate and another of our acquaintances were both all over her that night. Rob had met her a few nights earlier and couldn't stop talking about her, so I was anxious to meet this girl-of-his-dreams. We got to the bar and he barely introduced me before he started drooling and trying to impress her. Scott soon joined him.
Like I said, she was a pretty girl, but I didn't see her as someone to lose your mind, or your dignity, over. Maybe part of what bothered me was that she appeared to expect the attention rather than appreciate it. In any case, I drank my beer and let Rob and Scott make fools of themselves.
Since Rob liked her so much, I started seeing more of her. They never "went out" or anything, but they did hang out quite a bit. The weird thing was that Rob wasn't getting anywhere with her and, the more time I spent with her, the more I liked her. It got to where Rob was ready to give up on her and I was right there, ready to pick up his torch. I quickly learned the source of Rob's frustration; Dawn liked to be liked but didn't want to be pursued. She wanted to be the center of attention, but she also wanted to be in control. It seemed as though she felt that by giving in to your attention, she'd be relinquishing some of her power over you. Luckily, it didn't take me long to figure this out, so I pretty much said, "Fuck it" and let things go back to how they'd been when Rob had been pursuing her. This change helped me realize that being indifferent was the key to having a relationship with her.
I wouldn't say I really used this knowledge to my advantage, because I did feel pretty indifferent toward her; I wasn't just acting that way. My indifference somehow made me more attractive to her, so she began giving me more attention. It was a classic Catch-22 because if I responded to her attention, our positions would be immediately reversed. The good thing was that knowing this made me feel even more indifferent. We spent time together, generally initiated by her, but I never treated her particularly special. I didn't treat her like crap, but I didn't treat her like the princess she seemed to think she was. It was truly an odd relationship.
One Friday night, we went to hang out with my brother and his wife at their apartment. Dawn was looking good that night, as she typically did. She was kind of short with long, curly hair, nice sized tits and a round ass. I would call her physique somewhat voluptuous. I'd admired her body plenty, but I really didn't expect that our odd relationship would progress to a point where I'd experience any more of it. She talked a big game sexually, too, which made me think that it was probably mostly bluster.
We had a good time hanging out and consuming some cocktails, but as the night got late, Dawn fell asleep at one end of the couch and my sister-in-law called it a night and went to bed. My brother and I stayed up a bit longer, then he also went to bed and left me to debate what to do about sleeping arrangements. The couch was a fold-out, but Dawn was asleep on it. There was also a love seat that was much too short for me to sleep comfortably on. I had to decide whether to move her and open the couch or rough it on the love seat or the floor. I decided in favor of comfort and went over to pick Dawn up. Lifting her in my arms, I turned and set her back down on the love seat. She stirred as I started removing the couch cushions.
"So you get the couch and I get the love seat?" she asked in a groggy voice.
"I'm folding out the couch," I answered, continuing to work, "There's room for both of us, but you can stay there if you want to." She didn't say anything else and I honestly didn't care where she slept, so when the couch was ready, I crawled under the blanket. Almost immediately I felt her crawl in with me, though I was pleasantly surprised when she snuggled right up against me. I was lying on my back, so I slipped my arm around her shoulders while she rested her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest. Her hand started to move, first rubbing my chest then gradually moving lower. It wasn't long before I was sporting a hard-on and she was massaging it.