Well… I was left concerned for a while about whether or not Q would actually show up. Pretty much every possible non-fatal thing that could go wrong, did go wrong. He had to travel from the South West part of the country to the West Coast, there were issues with his flight, issues with vehicle stuff, and so on and so forth. So instead of getting to meet up at about 2 PM yesterday, we got to hang out starting at about 11 AM today. It was ever so slightly saddening. We made the most out of what time we had, however. We played some video games, had fun just… bullshitting in general.
I’d decided to dress up for the occasion, too. A lot of my stuff is in storage, so I was trying to find a nice garter belt, and it took a lot of searching. I ended up with a red/black matching bra and panty set (the panties had garter straps), black thigh highs with red bows on the top, a pleated black skirt, a lace edged black tank top, and some awesome curb stomp-y goth boots that go to just below my knees. I wanted to make a favorable impression on him, after all. Pleasantly enough, getting to finally meet Q, it felt quite comfortable. I didn’t feel self-conscious or anything. After talking and playing video games, for whatever reason (I forget what specific reason/excuse I had), I stripped off the skirt, boots, and tank top. Lounging around, playing video games, and talking like that for a while was quite pleasant. Since I knew he had to leave at a relatively early time today, I wanted to make sure that our time was well spent! I teased him a bit about being so laid back, considering all the chemistry that had existed between us, and… well… I instigated nefarious things.
It was well worth the almost three year wait. I would say it was worth the almost two year dry spell, but I sincerely hope I never go that long without getting laid, while still in the prime of my adulthood. All my concerns about not living up to his expectations were for naught. It was a very good time. I’m looking forward to next time, whenever it is. It should feed my inner demons/lusts quite nicely. I imagine it will be ever so much more wicked. Hair pulling, biting, and knives. Happily enough, I think I’ve now moved up from being a previously online-only friend who he flirted with, to being one of his fwb. I can live with not getting laid not that often, if the quality is so very satisfying. Sexy man. Smart, funny, tattooed, great body, and hung? Hell. Yes.
It was very worth it. I already can’t wait to spend time with him again. I know he doesn’t date folks. I know he only has fwb. I could care less if he fucks other people. When he spent time with me… I felt like a friend, considering the comfort level. I felt sexy as hell, considering he seemed to have a very difficult time taking his eyes off me. I felt special, considering he didn’t go off and check things on his phone, and so on and so forth. So. Very. Worth. It.
I found it funny and satisfying as hell, that he repeatedly commented on how my ex-boyfriend was a complete idiot, to pass up on getting to fuck me. I like to think I’m fairly skilled, and judging by Q’s reaction/comments? He was very happy. All in all, I got to end 2012 on a very, very nice note. I hope 2013 goes well.