The joys of frustration

[intriguess]

Kit had known James about 6 months and had foolishly agreed to go out with him. Now she was stuck, it was the same dilemna every time, damned if she told him, damned if she didn't. They'd been dating about a month now and she knew he was getting frustration with the fact that they hadn't had sex yet. Heck she hadn't even let his hands go below the belt.

She was getting ready for their date with dread, it was a lose-lose situation. If he didn't care about it then he wasn't worth dating, and if he did care than it would just frustrate them both and eventually end things. She'd seen it before, each time she'd stupidly dated a guy and hoped things would be different. Each time no matter what she did it ended the same.

She was tired of the frustration both for herself and her lovers. Kit couldn't believe she'd fallen in the same trap again. She had figured that James would just lose interest, but he was a very good kisser and damnit she'd really enjoyed kissing him back.

She slipped into a pair of snug black jeans and a dressy emerald green tank top. It was definetly at the point to break things off, she took a deep breath and as she breathed out the doorbell rang and he was there. She plastered on a smile and wished things were simpler and easier.

 

[Forsaken_heart]

James stood before his date's doorway, having just rang the bell and waiting, for what seemed like ages, for the door to open. He was getting frustraded that Kit wouldn't put out, but he knew that strong relationships didn't last on sex alone, and he was willing to wait if he thought the relationship would eventually blossem into something more meaningfull to both of them.

His legs were somewhat tired after standing for the short period, he had running cramp from cross country practice he had earlier. Wearing his lucky blue jeans and vintage 60's shirt, he was ready for whatever was to come, and also he was uncaring on his appearance, which was evident by his 9' o clock shadow.

The door opened as his beutiful woman stood before him, "Hey sweety, ready to go?" he asked as he brushed his jet black hair back, confident that this relationship was meant to be more meaningful

 

[intriguess]

She swallowed her words, James looked good. At the same time her mind was reading everything as an indicator that he didn't really care about her so it would make breaking the news easier. The casual attire, the stubble, which while it looked sexy tended to not feel so good against her skin. She kissed him, ambivelant about how to end things. The problem was that Kit liked him, and after a knee melting kiss had to remind herself of why he'd be better off with someone else. Even though the thought of him with someone else made her feel sick to her stomach.

Kit twirled an auburn lock of hair around her fingers and made a vow to enjoy what was undoubtedly going to be her last date with James. The idea to delay the bad news until after breakfast was mighty tempting, but she took a deep breath and asked, "So what are we doing tonight?"

 

[Forsaken_heart]

He stands infront of his date, 'she's looking good as usual', he thought to himself, as his plans for the morning, "well, i plan on it being a surprise..." he said with a hint of mystery. He always loved to hide details from his dates when they were to go out for the day. He couldn't help but notice how healthy, full, and beutifull her hair was, in contrast to his somewhat rugged look, including his stubbles and messy black hair. "So, are we ready?" he said, offering his arm as a means to lead her to his car, 'hopless romantic', he thought to himself, a bit arrogant, but more sincere.

 

[intriguess]

Kit recalled how he'd brought one single perfect silver rose on their first date. Not that she was a sucker for gifts or flattery, but the way he'd ran it along her face before kissing her good night. That had hooked her, from then on she'd only been able to say no to one thing and it scared her. "Ready as I'll ever be," she always looked forward to their mysterious weekend outings. They'd watched an eclipse, gone boating on a moonlight lake, always something original and she reminded herself one last time why she had to end it before he fell in love with her. As it was far too late to keep her from falling for him.

 

[Forsaken_heart]

sorry for the absense

(im sorry for not posting sooner, i had a family crises that i had to resolve , im back though )

He hooked his arm under hers and led her to his truck, an older truck, but it gets the job done. He opened the door for her, as he always had done, and shut if when she got in. Going around the front he hopped in and started the truck, exaust fuming out of the tail pipe. "yeah, heh, sorry for bringing this heap of garbage today." he said in a sincere way. I looked in the mirror for a second, making sure he looked good before pulling out and driving to the mysteriouse destination.

 

[intriguess]

She loved that he was comfortable with who he was, even as he apologized for his truck. She thought his truck was sexy and had more than one fantasy about enjoying the back end. Of course such thoughts was not helping her right now, her mind saying one thing her heart longing for another. She knew that it would turn out that same and that it would only be tougher to break it off in the morning, even as she longed for one night of physical intimacy a single memory to hold onto in the future. She stared out the window hoping her face wasn't betraying her chaotic thoughts. "You know I like your truck," she commented, he was one of those guys who kept his truck clean. It had been one of those things she looked for, because how a guy drove and took care of his vehicle was a lot like how he drove and took care of a relationship.