'Tuesday' or 'Double up'

Last week was a busy week for me.  Professionally, I'm still looking for paid work, but my volunteering and professional obligations keep me busy roughly 20 hours a week which means I have to squeeze in dates however I can into my child-free weeks.  I continue to wonder how long I'll be able to keep this up, but try not to spend too much time dwelling on it.  I look at it as a coping mechanism, not a problem... at least not yet.

I've modified what it is I'm looking for; no longer must he be willing to be a pseudo-boyfriend (all the trappings, none of the commitment).  He, quite literally, just needs to be good-looking, have a pulse, and be into me.  My thinking here is that if I stop looking for something so specific, then it will be more likely to fall into my lap.  This is my way of relaxing, enjoying myself (and men) and being open to whatever form of companionship comes my way.

So, let me give you a lay of the land for last week:

• Monday - 0 dates - me curled up with Jessica Fletcher all night
  
• Tuesday - 2 dates - one with Quickie and one with SF
• Wednesday - 1 cancelled date - I forgot I have to be up at 6 am on Thursdays
• Thursday - 2 dates - a nooner with Quickie and a date with Professor
• Friday - 1 date, possibly 2 - one with Hacker with a backup plan of Slick
  
• Saturday - 1 date - finally hooked up again with Slick
• Sunday - 0 dates - I gotta catch my breath

So, Tuesday. 

Quickie and I met online and he had a mysterious dating profile.  Just a torso, no info.  But he wrote me a great email, sent me some face shots, some cock shots, and was titillating and sexy, so we decided to meet up for a happy hour.  It went well enough.  We had a couple of cheap beers and we talked about what we were looking for.  I decided to try something new with him and state clearly that I was NOT looking for a one-night-stand (I know, I know, I just got done saying that I wasn't looking for anything specific, but it was an experiment).  His eyes lit up at the prospect of something casual and ongoing (as all men's eyes tend to do).  I was excited. 

I had a date with SF at 7 and he had a workout date with a friend, but with 30 minutes left to hang out Quickie suggested we go back to my place.  I was immediately turned off -- 30 minutes for our first time?  Really?? -- I laughed it off and eventually we had to go. 

He walked me to my car and kissed me passionately.  Pushed me into the driver's seat and slipped his fingers into my soaking wet pussy.  I was barely over being irritated, but it'd been weeks since I'd been touched so I went for it.  His kisses were deep and soft and his beard tickled my face.  His fingers stroked me and I squirted into his palm repeatedly.  Breathing hard, he kissed me one final time, pinched my nipple where his mouth had just been and said, "Have fun on your date."

I drove to meet SF in a puddle.

He was standing outside the restaurant waiting for me.  He was tall and handsome in a nerdy way.  We hugged hello and I self-consciously tried to hide my soaked skirt.  We ate dinner, engaged in lots of banter, and laughed continuously throughout our time together.  When dinner was over, we decided to head back to his hotel (he's here for a long project and goes home every weekend) and while walking down the sidewalk he pulled me against a storefront window and sloppily kissed me with a big, ravenous mouth.

Bad kissing aside, once we were in his room the clothes went flying, but he stopped me from removing my 4 inch heels.  He bent me over and stroked me, rolled on a condom and entered me from behind.  I bore down on him as he pressed against me as my day flashed by me: hard cocks, mouths, pussy, desire, drinks, laughter, hot skin.

It didn't last as long as I'd have liked, but it was fun enough.  He ate me out like a champ and I felt grounded once again with a man between my legs.  I left his room with just-been-fucked hair and a smirk on my face to all the lobby-goers and personnel.

I fell into my bed with a smile on my face.

I didn't know it at the time, but it was the beginning of a really great week of men and SF and Quickie got it all started.  By the end of it, though, I was questioning everything again; my need for a real connection and to feel safe is beginning to rear its ugly head...