My girlfriend Tess has what you would call the x-factor. I'll describe her body soon, but personality-wise she has this unique ability to make friends with strangers and talk to anyone. People gravitate towards her (males especially) and she always seems to make people enjoy her company. Her job involves a lot of client interaction, usually over the phone, and getting along with people from all walks of life, so she gets a lot of practice communicating with people. You could say she is "bubbly" I guess. It doesn't hurt that she has a surfer-girl body. Athletic, but with just a bit more curve in the right spots. Not voluptuous by any means, but not a stick either. She loves the beach and rocks a bikini as much as she can, resulting in a permanent tan and sun bleached hair. In spite of her looks and desirability, she is never pretentious. I think it's her down to earth side that people find the most attractive (after her body). This was a double edged sword, or a blessing in disguise and I have a couple of stories that illustrate it.
When we first met, I couldn't believe that I could pull a girl like this. By all measures she was out of my league. I made a good first impression, and her friends really liked me on our first date (which ended in us making out in her friends spa pool after they'd gone inside to tidy up). I was on cloud 9, and couldn't believe my luck. It had become clear that her previous relationships had struggled because the guys had been quite jealous and possessive. The constant attention she received (and encouraged) had been too much for the alpha-type guys she had dated. They obviously felt like they didn't have the control of the relationship that they wanted and would try and reign her in or get angry at her for talking to this guy or letting that guy check her out, or whatever. She made it clear she had never and would never cheat on a partner. As a natural communicator, she was well aware where the line was and would never cross it. She comes across as very genuine and so I believe her on this. But things can get grey....
When out at bars and clubs, guys will hit on her constantly. If she is at the bar by herself, alone on the dance floor, or even just going to the bathroom, guys will stop her to talk. Occasionally, they'd even do it when I was standing next to her chatting to someone else or ordering a drink. I guess they figured she was worth a shot even if the chances weren't great that she was single. There were upsides. Often if she was getting us drinks, her drink or both would get paid for by someone at the bar (or the bartender). On occasion she was even offered free drugs in nightclubs (which made me super nervous). We always seemed to be able to get into any club, no matter how full or what the line was like. She always got a lot of compliments on her looks, so her confidence stayed sky high emboldened her to wear hotter outfits. On the downside, it does demand a lot of trust and self confidence to not let it get to you as her partner. It's hard and I had to pull myself up a few times, but I know the payoff is huge and it's my point of difference with her exes.
When we were making out, engaging in foreplay or even just driving somewhere, she would ask if I was definitely ok with her being friends with other guys and why didn't I get jealous all the time like the other guys. I knew this was the ace up my sleeve.
Now, Tess has a high sex drive, which suited me just fine, because she always looked so hot that I was constantly in the mood. She is also quite playful and likes to push/test boundaries. Once, on the way home from a party, she took her top off as we drove through the middle of the city. Other times she would take her top off while walking home late at night for the last few blocks. She definitely had no hangup's about any strangers seeing her body, and I loved it because I knew that it was all mine. It cost me nothing if a few people crossing the street could look into my car and see part (or all) of her breasts. Especially as I'd benefit immensely when we got home.
She definitely likes to show off. Before we met she had done events including a lingerie show at a private party, bikini competitions, and even strutted the stage in a slutty school girl outfit for a friend's band (which got more cheering than the band and resulted in her spending a large portion of the night having her photo taken with fans).
The first major story I want to tell started one normal Saturday night. We were having some drinks at home to get a buzz on before heading out when my lack of insecurity came up, or more accurately, my inability to get jealous and controlling whenever she was hit on, came up. I played it down and just reiterated that I trusted her, and that her talking to another guy, or even dancing with him wasn't cheating and didn't necessitate me pulling her back into line or chastising her. We were getting tipsy and she was getting mischievous, which I always find very sexy. She probed further about when she would subtly flirt back with guys that hit on her and again I said that it's not cheating and she is welcome to talk to whoever she likes. I could tell she was liking my answers. With a twinkle in her eye she probed further with hypotheticals, testing me...
"So you're really ok with me dancing with other guys?"
"Of course"
"What about if we danced close, so he was touching me, or even trying to grind on me"
"Well, it's just a dance, I wouldn't call that cheating"
"What would you call cheating then?"
"Well fucking is definitely cheating..."
"Obviously, but where would you draw the line?"
"Well, kissing I guess. More than a peck is crossing the line, you know, using tongue. What do you think?"
"Of course, I would never make out with a guy behind your back. But you're ok with a little bit of flirting or showing off?"
"Yeah, haven't I shown that?"
"Definitely. You've been great, I just wanted to make sure you weren't secretly resenting me or getting angry at me when I joke around. I've never had a boyfriend like you and I just can't believe how lucky I am. I wanted to make sure we were on the same page"
"I think we're definitely on the same page. I'm just not a jealous person"
"But you must get jealous sometimes, you must have your limits..."
"I trust you babe, there's no limits"
Then she smirked, "Maybe we'll see about that...."
"What do you mean?"
"Maybe I should let naughty Tess come out tonight and we'll see if we can't find your limits" she gave a sly grin.
This sounded intriguing, and possibly a tiny bit worrying. If I were sober I probably would have pumped the brakes a bit here, but instead my half drunk brain just called her bluff and dared her right back.
