The Firecracker

Let me start with a mini-rant. If you see a motorcycle on the road, give it some room, at least a few car lengths if you can. This morning some bitch in a black SUV ran a stop sign and almost nailed me. I didn't make any gestures, which is unusual. At the next stop sign I was waiting to make a left on to Mass Ave, and she (the same lady) passed me and made a left turn just as I started to do the same! I almost turned right into her. Once is a mistake, twice I take personally. She went speeding down Mass so I took off after her. When I caught up I passed her on the right and threw what must have been two dollars worth of change off the hood of her car (I keep change on hand for just such an occasion). I then went around her and two other cars so she couldn't cut me off or do anything else that might jeopardize my life. Cunt.

OK, so on to the weekend.

Friday night I had a date with the Firecracker. I picked her up at her house around 8pm and we went for a motorcycle ride in Virginia. She looked really cute, she had on a white "wife beater" tank top, jeans, and tall leather boots.

Like most girls, Firecracker's motorcycle experience was limited to a jerk-ex-boyfriend who put her on the back and proceeded to tear around town, scaring the shit out of her. Naturally, she was apprehensive about getting on a bike again. I have a sport bike that is loud as hell, so it didn't help the situation. However, we rode around town for a little while before getting onto I-395, and she relaxed after a short time.

We rode for about an hour and a half. The weather was perfect and there weren't many cars on the road, we were pretty much on our own. We circled back into the city and stopped at a bar near my house to get a beer. We talked for a while but we struggled to find anything substantial that we had in common. The conversation was choppy and I felt like I was working hard to keep it going.

I don't like to have more than one drink when I'm riding, so I suggested we go back to my place and BBQ, which Firecracker was down with. On the ride back I noticed that her hands were riding a lot lower than they were earlier, and she rubbed my legs every time we stopped at a light. Apparently things were going well even though I thought the conversation was forced.

At my place Fircracker said she wasn't really hungry yet, so we had a drink and sat on my porch and talked.

As I had mentioned, this date is my buddy Andy's well-scripted ploy to seduce women, and I am reluctant to alter it in anyway because it is bullet proof. However, I have this new hot tub and was anxious to see if it would work in my favor, so I asked Fircracker if she wanted to go in the tub. There was a somewhat long pause, then she said "Yes, definitely, but I don't have a suit". I gave Firecracker a pair of mesh shorts and a t-shirt and let her change in my bedroom. My suit was in the bathroom drying so I went in there and put it on. When she came out of my room I turned on the stereo and turned on the outdoor speakers. We mixed another drink and got into the tub.

It took about 15 minutes in the tub before we started making out. My yard has a lot of trees, so only one of my neighbors can see my tub from his windows, and he's gay, so I don't think he is into watching. However, Firecracker kind of looked around nervously as I took her shirt off. I assured her no one could see us, and that was the last about that. After kissing for a while Firecracker let go of me and sat back onto one of the seats. She took off her shorts and flung them out of the tub.

It was right about here that I decided to officially incorporate the tub into Andy's date formula.

Once her shorts were off it was only a few minutes before we were having sex. Firecracker lived up to her name. She was an animal, and we had sex every-which-way in the tub. We then moved into the shower and after a short break went another round in there. It was close to 1am now, and we were pretty tired, so I asked her to stay the night. As soon as we got into bed she climbed on top of me and we went at it one more time. She clearly had a lot of pent up sexual aggression. This time around she really let loose and started saying "Fuck me. Fuck me, Fuck me.". It was soft at first, but started to build until finally she was screaming it almost as loud as she could. I don't know if my tenant was home, but if he was he really got a show. When we were done Firecracker said "Really glad the windows were open for that".

I was awakened at 6am by lots of beeping. I was disoriented, and wasn't sure what the noises were so I walked into the hallway to track it down. I thought it may have been my alarm system or maybe my cable modem. Turns out it was Firecracker's phone beeping and ringing like crazy, so I brought it back to bed with me and gave it to her. She said "My roommate locked herself out of the house", "That's unfortunate, what does that mean to us?" I replied. "Well, I have to go home and let her in." I don't think I actually said anything, but I let out a groan that left no question about how aggravated I was.

I gave Fircracker a ride home and went directly back to sleep. Around noon I got out of bed and made some coffee. My house looked like a hurricane had come through. The hot tub cover was open. There were glasses on the edge of the tub, along with my suit, and her shorts and t-shirt. There were also FOUR sopping wet towels in the bathroom. Two from when we got out of the tub and two from after the shower. Why we couldn't use the same towels is a mystery to me.

I also had the pleasure of emptying the tub in the morning. I am not sure what protocol is for having sex in it, but I am pretty sure it's not good for the water.

Kay is coming over for dinner next Saturday night. It's the first time in a while that I am actually looking forward to a date. I have to email her sometime this week to finalize the plans, but I think the general plan is going to be very similar to last Friday night's agenda. I may tone-down the hot tub, though.