Dreams, Sometimes They Come True, Sometimes They Don't

[CasanovaQuixote]

Hey guys, am new here, but am pretty enjoying the stories and discussions around. I recall fond memories of my younger days when I had more time, more energy and more women around me.

Life has shown me no two women are the same. Life has also shown me one can't get into every woman's pants, and one shouldn't. There are those I could only dream of, those I would rather not, those I might have missed the chance of a lifetime with, and those I should and had a real blast with.

So I thought, maybe it will be fun to reminisce and share these stories here, some of them are already leading me to nostalgia, and if time would turn back, maybe I should have done something different with the women in these stories.

[CasanovaQuixote]

<Comforting L: Part 1>

Let's call her L. L was a schoolmate. 24 years old Chinese girl, and had an irritating princess-y attitude which mellowed a lot after an unhappy relationship ended. We chat over text a little but were not particularly close until her unfortunate break-up.

Received a text from L one day: "Hey, I'm staying alone now."

Once you see a text like this, you can guess what happened. Sure I was curious how it happened, but that's not the right question to ask. But caution also told me to check my assumptions.

Me: "When is he coming back?"

L: "He's not coming back."

It's obvious already. Fragile girl detected. Apply glue slowly. Don't use duct tape. Don't poke either.

I must say, L wasn't a looker. If one was being generous, at best a 5/10. More like a 3/10 most of the time. Keyword: was. After she got attached, she started to look a little more like a proper 5/10. Then she started working, and kept her hair, improved her fashion sense, learnt to put make up, and began looking like a 6.5/10.

But this has got nothing to do with how she looks. When a girl needs you, she needs you. Never leave a sad girl to drown where she is, that's just who I am.

Me: "Dinner tomorrow?" Standard drill. This is where you start applying the glue at the biggest cracks. Hold the main structure first. Fix the other cracks later. Don't talk over text, it's pointless.

So we met for dinner but that's not the point either. She skimmed over snippets of her story. Let her be. This is not a fact-finding exercise. She only wants to tell what she wants to tell. My questions are to lead her to say what she wants to, not dig for some gossip column scoop.

Me: "So, no chance at all?"

L: "No."

This just means he cheated. She doesn't have to say it. She wouldn't want to say it directly anyway.

Me: "Moving?"

L: "Yeah."

This just means she wants to move on as quickly as possible. Being sketchy about the situation is an avoidance to face the truth, she's not ready yet, so the best thing to help would be distraction.

Me: "Need help?"

L: "Yes."

I drive, so it's easy. Don't straight up offer like "I'll help you". Don't be too reserved either like "can you manage." Make it a choice - she needs to have that bit of control over her life, but don't make the choice complicated, no brain power to process.

So I helped her move. Helped her fix up some stuff in her new place. Chatted over text almost daily. Met her for dinner on some weeknights. Cheered her on on days she went for workout. Visited her on weekends sometimes. The whole point is, distract her.

[CasanovaQuixote]

<Comforting L: Part 2>

Two months in, you can see the change. Girls fresh from break ups think about what was wrong with them. Then spend a lot of effort to change those things they think were what the guy thought was wrong with them. From her workouts, self-care, wardrobe upgrade and diet change, she started to look like a 7.5/10. She is quite blessed, her workouts slimmed out her waist, toned her limbs, but did not affect her chest. Add on her diet change, her skin also improved.

It's probably true - the world doesn't have ugly women, only lazy women.

And she started to get over things. She got more cheerful, and definitely she was thankful to me. You know you glued her back properly by now. By now I've been to her place several times, given and received gifts too, and it's easy to tell the emotional reliance there. I just got to pace it, but I'd be lying if I were to say, at this point, that I'm not a wee bit interested in something more.

But you'll have to plan for subjugation operations. Just so happens a gathering of sorts with her friends cropped up, and since I know her friends, it wasn't weird for her to invite me along. Of course, she should dress up a little.

So the plan was to meet her at her place first for lunch, chill the afternoon, then meet her friends for dinner. Showed up at her place, went nearby for lunch, watched some anime and played some browser games afterwards, and it was time to get ready for her friends' gathering.

See, this was a 3/10 girl less than 3 years ago in school. I could cut it with my smart casual all day long, no need for me to change. Didn't want to carry any bags either, doesn't go with my look. But she was different. Dressing up and dolling up was a way to keep rebuilding her confidence in herself.

And in such a situation, of course she would ask my opinion on her look for the day before deciding how she's going out. Red knitted square necked crop top, white blazer, red midi flare skirt. Pretty formal, dressed to impress. It's also a signal to her friends - "I'm ok now". Thing is, I'm taller, so I see a bit more. As I mentioned, her workouts had no effect on her chest, and I would guess she's about a 34C. Some of that was peeking out of her square neckline, and of course I noticed the black edges that told me they're supported inside by a black number. How? We were both facing the mirror and I'm sideways behind her, it's easy to pretend to look her outfit up and down while stealing tactical peeks across her shoulder.

I don't think the gathering was anything important to reminisce. Since I drove her there, I naturally would drive her back. The question now is, how are we going to end the day.

[CasanovaQuixote]

<Comforting L: Part 3>

I'm not sure if she saw the box of condoms in the glove compartment when she needed to use some tissue paper on the drive back - I placed it at the corner on purpose so it looked natural but she made zero comment so might not have noticed.

If anything were to happen, I'd have to cook up a convenient excuse to not drive off. So I figured it's most gentlemanly to walk her back into her house. Of course she'd agree, I do that all the time, every time. But I've never stayed the night, so I need another excuse.

It's really easy to force yourself to yawn, especially when it's late at night. You just need to frown in such a way you constrict this spot below your nose bridge and upper part of the back of the throat. Hang your mouth open a little and draw air in, the yawn should come naturally. Of course she'd notice.

L: "You seem tired, everything OK?"

Here's where the cards need to be played right, the set up is successful already.

Me: "A little sleepy, I hope I don't fall asleep on the drive home, I scraped the side of the car once before already at 5am."

L: "So dangerous, why don't you go home tomorrow morning instead then?"

You know it's a 10, Jack, Queen, King in hand already.

Me: "Would I trouble you?"

No such thing as "is it convenient" or "are you sure" or "would your housemates mind". Nonsense. Don't spoil the mood.

L: "Not at all, safety first." Of course she meant it's safer to drive the next morning.

She has a queen bed in her room. Of course I chose the study desk. It's supposed to be a recharge before driving home, and I had no spare clothes to change into. Meanwhile she got into something more comfortable, an oversized white t-shirt and pink FBT shorts, but I'm betting my chips that she didn't change out her black bra. The way it supported her chest and created the contour, I'd look again if we stayed in front of the mirror longer earlier.

I just put my head on my arms on the desk, and felt a tug on my sleeve. She pointed to her bed. An invitation to sleep more comfortably, or something else? We are close enough by now, no need for suspicion or hesitation, and no nonsense like "but my clothes are dirty". She offered knowing it, of course she isn't going to mind. So I climbed on her bed, the box of condoms still in the glove compartment at the carpark.

Take a guess:

That night, did I score?

[ouzo18]

1st camper....please continue

[CasanovaQuixote]

<Comforting L: Final Part>

Isn't it a gentleman's wet dream? Lying on a girl's bed in the dark face-to-face with her. But I said I was sleepy so I should pretend to sleep a bit. It's a queen bed but we are no more than a foot apart? I could almost get a whiff of her natural fragrance.

I opened my eyes. There she was, so near within reach. The FBT shorts betrayed so much of her legs and I just wanted to touch her in between. The oversized t-shirt did nothing to hide the curvature I believed would be so soft and bouncy. I could simply caress her exposed arms or thighs in a sleepy stupor just to test her reaction. And maybe it would lead to a hug, then a kiss, then a striptease, and then I'll have to retrieve the gear from my car.

I was hopelessly hard. My pants are not the tight type, the kind that won't display a bulge, but you could be sure I was hoping it was more obvious that she would notice and maybe comment or graze it unintentionally.

I never knew thoughts could form so fast. It's like all my senses were racing to enact a fantasy trailer to what might be a full movie later. That's when I realised, her eyes were open too, and she was looking at me.

I could have said something. Like "can't sleep too?" I could have reached out and touched her, like "what's the matter?" Or I could have moved on top of her to show the wolfish intents more directly.

Instead, I chickened out. I had to make a decision at that instant, and I closed my eyes and went back to sleep. My mind raced to rationalise. She was on guard, that's why her eyes are open. I shouldn't toy with her feelings if we're not going to be together. We have way too many common friends to start a friends with benefits relationship. Worse if she rejected my amorous advances and our friends find out.

At that critical moment, I couldn't take the risk. We awoke early next morning, and we probably both felt the friend zone. Perhaps we both wanted to do something but neither of us dared. Or maybe it's just me and my dreams. We went for breakfast and she had other plans for the day. I took my leave from her place around noontime. She thanked me for the company, and hesitantly moved in for a hug. We hadn't changed since last night so I could feel her t-shirt fabric through my own t-shirt, and a slight hint of her ample bosom too. Maybe it was my imagination, after all it was not a full hug, just a friendly ring the arms around you kind of indicative hug.

We hanged out a few more times before she got attached and turned cold, while I moved on to other braver hunts.

Verdict: Probably a 70% chance for a one night stand, but I daren't.

I still feel a sense of loss over the missed opportunity, and I console myself that at least I didn't risk my reputation - we have almost a hundred common friends from school, if not more.

Bros, what you all think I should've done? What would you have done if you were me?

Next story: <Movie Date with R>.

[Piledriver]

<Comforting L: Final Part>

Isn't it a gentleman's wet dream? Lying on a girl's bed in the dark face-to-face with her. But I said I was sleepy so I should pretend to sleep a bit. It's a queen bed but we are no more than a foot apart? I could almost get a whiff of her natural fragrance.

Bros, what you all think I should've done? What would you have done if you were me?

Next story: <Movie Date with R>.

WTF? Just fuck her la, bro. Fuck first, talk later. She already let you onto her bed. Its an open invitation. She looked at you too. Her eyes are telling you to come fuck her.

Can eat, don't waste. Next story please :cool:

[showtalker]

Nice start TS, please continue

[Orange22]

Another camper here :)

[suti]

Very good start TS, camping for next update too