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This is (for me) a slightly odd case, not one I'm particularly proud of, although it does have one beautiful moment that I've always remembered. I don't think anyone comes off well in this story!
At the time of this memory, I'm living in Hell's Kitchen, and my buddy lives in the building right next door. And on the first floor is a record store that the building Super owns. He's an older Jamaican guy, and we're all musicians, so we get along very well. That's the cast. Now here's the girl.
My buddy next door....who we'll call the Insufferable Drunk....put out an ad to sublet his place while he went out of town for a few months. But he's not home on the day that a young girl from Boston came to look at the apartment....and she's come all this way, she's from out of town and doesn't know what to do.
I'm in my apartment, making a big salad. But my Super, the Jamaican man who owns the record store on the first floor, is listening to her sad story and letting her wait in the record store. But now it's been an hour, and still no sign of my friend.
So my streetwise super calls me up and says: "Hey, Leo...."(by the way, my name is not really Leo, but whatever. "Hey Leo....I've got this girl down here...." and he starts explaining her plight to me, and frankly, I'm a little confused as to what he wants me to do about it. But somehow he convinces me to come downstairs and meet with this girl and maybe she can stay with me for a bit until my friend gets home. I'm a little perturbed, but ok, fine.
I go downstairs....and there's this petite blonde girl sitting there, like...frosted blonde hair? You know what I mean? Like fake. I wouldn't say chic at all, but trying to be. I can't explain it, maybe you get the idea. And....I don't know....kind've not fur...she wasn't wearing fur but some fluffy coat...she looked like she had a little money, or at least Daddy did, and I don't know...she wasn't exactly "my type", and I don't mean in a romantic way. Maybe I'm just being snobby. I just didn't fancy the idea of bringing this person into my (messy) apartment, and have to make polite small talk for however long it took my Insufferable Drunk friend/neighbor to return. (This was before everyone had cellphones, couldn't track him down).
She was perfectly nice, don't get me wrong, but really...at this point, I was just a little put out that I had to deal with this situation, a little confused how I even got into this situation....and we look like two completely different people and now I have to baby-sit this person, on my day off. But she sang her sad song to me, and my Super was kinda pushing me into it, so.....
I bring her up to my apartment. I make small talk. I give her the salad I just made. And two hours turns to four hours.....and evening sets in....and my friend has not returned. This girl is obsessed with the television show "Friends". I'm going out of my mind listening to this. I don't remember everything, but for some reason, she had no place to go, was frantic about it, and I said she could stay. And I took the couch. Once again: I'm very perturbed, and though she's a nice enough person, frankly, she's getting on my nerves.
The next day she meets with my friend and the details are fuzzy...I think she thought she was going to move right in.....but he had a week before he left. And once again, a sad story about how she has nowhere to go for the week, she'd have to call her parents, and also by this point, she's flirting a bit with me (clearly just to get my help, believe me, it wasn't because I was her type) ....and what am i gonna do, at first I'm telling her she has to go - I want to go on the TMF! I can't do that when she's here! - but she is practically pleading with me, literally pleading eyes and puppy dog face.....and so, to get away from her angst, I go downstairs and talk to the guy who started this all, the Jamaican Super....and I gripe about it. "Dude, please....never do this to me again!"
And this is what he said to me: "Leo.....are you a man? I send you a woman and this is how you treat me? Leo....go up there and .....!" (i won't even finish his sentence, but you can imagine. Think ribald.) Ok, so that's not the advice I was really looking for but....maybe he was on to something. lol. I mean who am I, Superman? When I went back up, I tried to look at her in a different way, to make the best out of a situation.
On the second night she stayed, she said we could share the bed. I said, no, I'll stay on the couch. She was ALWAYS leaving the door open for something to happen the whole time she's there...she knows she's annoying me and to alleviate her own discomfort about it, she's dangling that carrot.....and I chose the other way every time. But after a few days of this, I start getting worn down...I got this Jamaican Super breathing down my neck, every time I see him, "You get her yet, Leo? You get her?".....aaaaaah, fuck it! I'm the innocent one here! So since they all just wouldn't leave me alone........one day, I'm sitting next to her on the edge of my bed, talking and....
....to be honest, I don't remember how we got into it.....but my guess is she probably said something complimentary, or whatever.....and I started to pet her a bit, and blah blah blah....suddenly we're now on a new path, and she's "mmm"-ing as I'm, whatever, caressing her.....and this goes on for a while, we're talking and playing with each other's hands, and all that........
I started to tickle her. Lightly, on her sides, both hands.....just dancing my tips on her sides, she's wearing I think a blouse.....it had a tickleable texture, that much I can tell you.....and she closed her eyes and giggled beautifully and gently shifted side to side, wiggling, but easily contained, she was one of those girls who just tenses up and takes it, and laughs, just a slight swaying, that's the extent of the "fight" of it...... and this went on for a bit, I can't remember what we said during it, I was doing the whole "oh, you're ticklish?" and her saying" yes" though the laughter and everything.....
....and as I'm lightly tickling her and her giggling away, I'm kind of moving closer and closer into her, so my face is close to hers, looking at all her reactions, following her movements, following her face, staying in her face, just to tease her, kind've like "oh, you like that, huh?" and "aw, she likes it." type talk, smiling at her, and at this one beautiful moment she said, sweetly, not like a command, but just through the giggles, just as the giggle was dying down, with a smiling face, "Don't tickle me anymore" and as she said that, our lips were practically touching, I could feel her smile on my own face......and as soon as the sentence was over, she kissed, and that was it, that was the beginning. Our heads and lips just naturally connected, and it was the tickling that brought it all together, she just turned her head at the right moment and.......smoooch! And it was her who kissed me. She kissed me for tickling her. Amazing.
A beautiful moment, yes. But it didn't make the week a walk in the park......she still irritated me in a lot of ways....her addiction to 'Friends" was....almost intolerable. Nothing against "Friends" but, Jesus Christ! She didn't understand a thing about me. Her taste in music was dreadful. And if I know myself - and surely you know me by now! - I'm sure she got at least one tickling in punishment for at least one of those things!
There was one other thing I remember, related to our thing, which the footboys will appreciate.....when we had sex the first time, she wouldn't take off her socks! I was like "what? No way!". I mean, she's totally going to take everything off except her socks? Not in my bed! So I go down and start pulling off her socks and she's saying "Don't take off my socks, please don't take off my socks....", over and over again, and when I take them off.....they were in the top three softest feet I've ever seen or felt. And I even said "Wow." They were stunningly beautiful. She couldn't believe that her feet were attractive....but she quickly learned, and I quickly learned, that her feet were as ticklish as the rest of her, if not more. I seem to remember immediately putting her foot in the crook of my arm and tickling her hysterical for a few moments, I just could not resist. Her soles were buttery and had deep loose ripples. I call the phenomena "escalator feet". And I remember being in the bath with her another time and she couldn't believe how much she loved having her feet nibbled and kissed She kept saying how good it felt (though she could not take the nibbles at all....which made me nibble plenty, don't worry 😉 She was really excited about it, almost like a notch on her belt....that she'd had a guy do something to her that she'd probably only read about in Cosmo, lol
Finally I told my friend she had to stay with him, I couldn't take it anymore. He found her as annoying as I did; and she did the same flirt thing she'd done with me, and a couple of days later, he was embarrassed to confess he'd fucked her the night before after he'd railed at how annoying she was, and she literally offered to jerk him off, this was a girl who did not like getting put in the hot seat! lol You're annoyed that I won't leave your apartment? Let me make it up to you.....lol
At the time of this memory, I'm living in Hell's Kitchen, and my buddy lives in the building right next door. And on the first floor is a record store that the building Super owns. He's an older Jamaican guy, and we're all musicians, so we get along very well. That's the cast. Now here's the girl.
My buddy next door....who we'll call the Insufferable Drunk....put out an ad to sublet his place while he went out of town for a few months. But he's not home on the day that a young girl from Boston came to look at the apartment....and she's come all this way, she's from out of town and doesn't know what to do.
I'm in my apartment, making a big salad. But my Super, the Jamaican man who owns the record store on the first floor, is listening to her sad story and letting her wait in the record store. But now it's been an hour, and still no sign of my friend.
So my streetwise super calls me up and says: "Hey, Leo...."(by the way, my name is not really Leo, but whatever. "Hey Leo....I've got this girl down here...." and he starts explaining her plight to me, and frankly, I'm a little confused as to what he wants me to do about it. But somehow he convinces me to come downstairs and meet with this girl and maybe she can stay with me for a bit until my friend gets home. I'm a little perturbed, but ok, fine.
I go downstairs....and there's this petite blonde girl sitting there, like...frosted blonde hair? You know what I mean? Like fake. I wouldn't say chic at all, but trying to be. I can't explain it, maybe you get the idea. And....I don't know....kind've not fur...she wasn't wearing fur but some fluffy coat...she looked like she had a little money, or at least Daddy did, and I don't know...she wasn't exactly "my type", and I don't mean in a romantic way. Maybe I'm just being snobby. I just didn't fancy the idea of bringing this person into my (messy) apartment, and have to make polite small talk for however long it took my Insufferable Drunk friend/neighbor to return. (This was before everyone had cellphones, couldn't track him down).
She was perfectly nice, don't get me wrong, but really...at this point, I was just a little put out that I had to deal with this situation, a little confused how I even got into this situation....and we look like two completely different people and now I have to baby-sit this person, on my day off. But she sang her sad song to me, and my Super was kinda pushing me into it, so.....
I bring her up to my apartment. I make small talk. I give her the salad I just made. And two hours turns to four hours.....and evening sets in....and my friend has not returned. This girl is obsessed with the television show "Friends". I'm going out of my mind listening to this. I don't remember everything, but for some reason, she had no place to go, was frantic about it, and I said she could stay. And I took the couch. Once again: I'm very perturbed, and though she's a nice enough person, frankly, she's getting on my nerves.
The next day she meets with my friend and the details are fuzzy...I think she thought she was going to move right in.....but he had a week before he left. And once again, a sad story about how she has nowhere to go for the week, she'd have to call her parents, and also by this point, she's flirting a bit with me (clearly just to get my help, believe me, it wasn't because I was her type) ....and what am i gonna do, at first I'm telling her she has to go - I want to go on the TMF! I can't do that when she's here! - but she is practically pleading with me, literally pleading eyes and puppy dog face.....and so, to get away from her angst, I go downstairs and talk to the guy who started this all, the Jamaican Super....and I gripe about it. "Dude, please....never do this to me again!"
And this is what he said to me: "Leo.....are you a man? I send you a woman and this is how you treat me? Leo....go up there and .....!" (i won't even finish his sentence, but you can imagine. Think ribald.) Ok, so that's not the advice I was really looking for but....maybe he was on to something. lol. I mean who am I, Superman? When I went back up, I tried to look at her in a different way, to make the best out of a situation.
On the second night she stayed, she said we could share the bed. I said, no, I'll stay on the couch. She was ALWAYS leaving the door open for something to happen the whole time she's there...she knows she's annoying me and to alleviate her own discomfort about it, she's dangling that carrot.....and I chose the other way every time. But after a few days of this, I start getting worn down...I got this Jamaican Super breathing down my neck, every time I see him, "You get her yet, Leo? You get her?".....aaaaaah, fuck it! I'm the innocent one here! So since they all just wouldn't leave me alone........one day, I'm sitting next to her on the edge of my bed, talking and....
....to be honest, I don't remember how we got into it.....but my guess is she probably said something complimentary, or whatever.....and I started to pet her a bit, and blah blah blah....suddenly we're now on a new path, and she's "mmm"-ing as I'm, whatever, caressing her.....and this goes on for a while, we're talking and playing with each other's hands, and all that........
I started to tickle her. Lightly, on her sides, both hands.....just dancing my tips on her sides, she's wearing I think a blouse.....it had a tickleable texture, that much I can tell you.....and she closed her eyes and giggled beautifully and gently shifted side to side, wiggling, but easily contained, she was one of those girls who just tenses up and takes it, and laughs, just a slight swaying, that's the extent of the "fight" of it...... and this went on for a bit, I can't remember what we said during it, I was doing the whole "oh, you're ticklish?" and her saying" yes" though the laughter and everything.....
....and as I'm lightly tickling her and her giggling away, I'm kind of moving closer and closer into her, so my face is close to hers, looking at all her reactions, following her movements, following her face, staying in her face, just to tease her, kind've like "oh, you like that, huh?" and "aw, she likes it." type talk, smiling at her, and at this one beautiful moment she said, sweetly, not like a command, but just through the giggles, just as the giggle was dying down, with a smiling face, "Don't tickle me anymore" and as she said that, our lips were practically touching, I could feel her smile on my own face......and as soon as the sentence was over, she kissed, and that was it, that was the beginning. Our heads and lips just naturally connected, and it was the tickling that brought it all together, she just turned her head at the right moment and.......smoooch! And it was her who kissed me. She kissed me for tickling her. Amazing.
A beautiful moment, yes. But it didn't make the week a walk in the park......she still irritated me in a lot of ways....her addiction to 'Friends" was....almost intolerable. Nothing against "Friends" but, Jesus Christ! She didn't understand a thing about me. Her taste in music was dreadful. And if I know myself - and surely you know me by now! - I'm sure she got at least one tickling in punishment for at least one of those things!
There was one other thing I remember, related to our thing, which the footboys will appreciate.....when we had sex the first time, she wouldn't take off her socks! I was like "what? No way!". I mean, she's totally going to take everything off except her socks? Not in my bed! So I go down and start pulling off her socks and she's saying "Don't take off my socks, please don't take off my socks....", over and over again, and when I take them off.....they were in the top three softest feet I've ever seen or felt. And I even said "Wow." They were stunningly beautiful. She couldn't believe that her feet were attractive....but she quickly learned, and I quickly learned, that her feet were as ticklish as the rest of her, if not more. I seem to remember immediately putting her foot in the crook of my arm and tickling her hysterical for a few moments, I just could not resist. Her soles were buttery and had deep loose ripples. I call the phenomena "escalator feet". And I remember being in the bath with her another time and she couldn't believe how much she loved having her feet nibbled and kissed She kept saying how good it felt (though she could not take the nibbles at all....which made me nibble plenty, don't worry 😉 She was really excited about it, almost like a notch on her belt....that she'd had a guy do something to her that she'd probably only read about in Cosmo, lol
Finally I told my friend she had to stay with him, I couldn't take it anymore. He found her as annoying as I did; and she did the same flirt thing she'd done with me, and a couple of days later, he was embarrassed to confess he'd fucked her the night before after he'd railed at how annoying she was, and she literally offered to jerk him off, this was a girl who did not like getting put in the hot seat! lol You're annoyed that I won't leave your apartment? Let me make it up to you.....lol
You are right, nobody comes off well in this account. But everybody does come off as being human. 
