VDay Part II - Beads

Saturday night I took Beads out for dinner and drinks. On the surface the evening was about getting out of the house and having a good time, but the ulterior motive was to preempt any "talks" about me not taking her out on VDay.

I met Beads at her house around 8pm and we went to a restaurant near her house for a cocktail. There we ran into a few of my friends and my little sister. My sis has met Beads before, but the others had not. We had one drink then left to make our dinner reservation.

After dinner we hit up a bar for a couple of drinks, then walked back to Bead's house. We had sex twice that night and it was fantastic, as usual. I think Beads was a little tipsy because she kept saying "I want you to use my body anyway you want to give yourself pleasure". I kept thinking "isn't that what I'm doing?" I appreciate when girls say things like that, but I find it strange at the same time. I can't help but think that there is something out there that I'm missing. Should I be doing more, or is that just bedroom talk? I mean, if there's an orifice I haven't explored, by all means, let me know. But short of bringing a troupe of midgets or a rhino into the bedroom, I'm basically out of fresh material here.

Sunday morning Beads and I had another high-energy session. I had the whole night to dream up new and exciting ways to use her body to pleasure myself and didn't come up with a single thing that would count at "creative". We got pretty into it considering it was 8am, and I'm fairly certain that we woke up her roommates.

On my way home I was talking to my sister and she said that my friends gave Beads two thumbs down in both the looks and personality departments. To each his own for both, but I think it's hard to deny that Beads is good looking. At the very least you have to admit that she has a stunning body. Regardless, I do value my sister's opinion when it comes to character judgement, and overall sis thought she was a little immature, which I don't deny.

I must admit that I told a bold-face lie to Beads before I left Sunday morning. She asked what I was going to do with myself all day Sunday, and I knew the question was loaded with potential land mines. To avert disaster I made up a wildly implausible lie. It's so nuts I won't even repeat it here as it would probably trigger some sort of FBI investigation, but it was along the lines of robbing a bank. She bought it, though, and I was off the hook for the night with Beads.

Tomorrow I'll update you on my date with Tiny.