Woman gets more than she wants by agreeing to go to the circus.
I had a date with Jim last night. Oh, my God, never again. What a nightmare. He practically raped me. Actually, it would have been rape, date rape, had I not been so horny, and reluctantly cooperated, somewhat. It's been a while since I've had sex, several months and to my chagrin I discovered that going out on a date when horny is like going to the supermarket to shop for food when hungry. I'll never do that again.
Anyway, Jim is a friend of Tom, my co-worker. I kind of like Tom, a little. I wouldn't say no if he asked me out, but it's a little weird with us working together in the same office, especially if it didn't work out. Had it been Tom instead of Jim who asked me out, maybe I wouldn't be writing this story.
Yet, had Tom asked me on a date and if we didn't like one another, I'd hate that awkwardness I'd feel having to see him every day. Besides, what if he talked about me, what I liked, what I did, what I was like, you know, all of that personal stuff. I wouldn't want all my co-workers knowing so much about me. I'd be so embarrassed. Even if we hit it off, office romances don't work.
I met Jim a few times. He has lunch with Tom a couple times a week. He works somewhere close by, I imagine, for him to be able to stop by on his lunch hour.
Jim is not a bad looking guy, only he's already losing his hair. If he's losing his hair now at 29, I can't imagine what he'd look like at 49-years-old, completely bald probably. Balding men are turn off for me. I mean, I don't mind if a guy shaves off all his hair and is completely bald, like Mr. Clean from that cleaning commercial, but if he has the Friar Tuck or the Bozo the Clown look, that does nothing for me. It just makes him look old.
So, Jim has been hanging around the office more and he even had lunch with Tom in the employee lunchroom. I didn't know someone from the outside could do that, have lunch in the employee lunchroom, when they're not an employee, but no one complained. When I saw Jim there again, I was beginning to wonder if he and Tom were gay lovers. Only, that was when Jim asked me to go out with him.
"Jennifer," he said. "I have two tickets to the Cirque du Soleil for tonight. Would you like to go with me?"
"Tonight?"
He didn't give me much notice. He kind of put me on the spot and made me wonder if I was the first one he had asked to see the show or if I was a last minute selection, after his first or second or third choices turned down or cancelled his invitation, even.
"I apologize for the last minute invitation," he said, "but it took me three weeks to build up the courage to ask you. I just thought if I went ahead and bought the tickets, that would give me the motivation that I needed to ask you out. Only, I still carried the tickets around with me for a two weeks," he said with a nervous laugh.
Aw, that was so sweet, I thought, while thinking he was harmless. Harmless my ass. I wish I knew then what I know now about him. He's a pervert and a date rapist.
What the Hell, I thought, I wasn't doing anything tonight anyway. I was growing a bit wearing of sitting on the couch staring at the television with the cat sitting in my lap purring, while I'm seething with horniness. Besides, I don't think I have any food in the house other than a box of macaroni and cheese and a can of soap.
"Sure, what time," I asked?
"I'll pick you up at 6:30. The show starts at 8pm, but with the traffic and parking, I just thought that we'd leave--"
"Sure," I said. "Let me get a paper and pen to give you my address."
I walked to my desk wishing Tom would have asked me out instead of Jim. I would have preferred going the Cirque du Soleil with my cute co-worker than with the soon to be bald guy. No matter, except for seeing it on television, I've never seen the Cirque du Soleil and always wanted to go.
Well, we attended the show and it was really good. Jim turned out to be a great guy. He's intelligent, witty, and charming. He made me laugh. He made me forget about his receding hairline.
We went out to eat at this new Asian place. He had the yellow fin tuna and I had the duck. The restaurant was a little pricy and I offered to go Dutch, but he insisted on paying for that, too. I had never been treated to this expensive of a date. Most of my dates are movies and a burger. Easily between the parking, the show, and now dinner at this swanky, Avant-garde place, he spent $300.
I was nervous at dinner, especially thinking of what would happen next, when I was thanking him for a pleasant evening. It's been a while since I've been on a date and with a man. I was undecided if I should kiss him or not and/or invite him in my apartment or not. Definitely, I'd never go back to his place. I really don't know him all that well to do that. He may be a psycho for all that I know.
Anyway, because I was nervous, I had one too many drinks at dinner. I never ever have more than two drinks when out with the girls. Normally, I only have one drink. Well, that night I had three Mai Tai's and the rum went straight to my head. What was I thinking?
When we drove out of the parking lot, I wasn't paying attention. I was busy fiddling with the radio station, while making light, witty, and inebriated conversation, no doubt, with Jim. When I finally stopped talking and paid more attention to the road, I didn't know where we were. All I knew was he had parked his car overlooking the water somewhere. It was a nice view, but Jim wasn't parked there for the view. He was parked there for me.
Suddenly, I was uncomfortable, nervous actually. This was our first date after all. I had only thought about giving him a good night kiss. I certainly didn't want to be making out with him. Yeah, he was a nice guy and he spent a lot of money on me, but if he thinks he's going to French kiss me, he's out of his mind. I don't do that on a first day, unless I really like the guy.
Only, in hindsight, I can see now that he thought I may have given him the wrong signals. I was a little drunk and a lot horny. Partly, it was my fault. I encouraged him by returning his kiss when he kissed me and had I not been a little bit drunk, I never would have slipped him my tongue in return, but I did. I'm so bad, but I was so very horny.
My hand rested on his thigh only because it was a small car and there was no other place to put my hand, other than in my lap, which is where I should have kept it. Then, when he turned to put his arm around me and twisted his body more to face me, my hand was resting on that bulge that was probably his cock. I can see how he'd take that as a green light.
Honestly, I didn't know my hand was resting where it was. When it took me a few minutes to realize where I was and I still didn't know where we were, do you think I'd notice that my hand was resting on his cock? I didn't realize my hand was in contact with his cock until I felt it pulsating through his pants. Certainly, in hindsight, I could see how he may have mistook me slipping him my tongue and my hand resting on his cock, as me wanting him, but I didn't. I was just a little bit drunk.
I know, it was wrong, but I had been terribly horny for so long and his pulsating cock felt good in my hand. Between the alcohol I consumed, his kisses, and now with my hand in contact with his cock, I was beginning to get a little sexually excited. I'm only human. It was the perfect storm for a terrible misunderstanding.
