The Graduate

On Wednesday of last week I made the decision to stop thinking with my pussy and use my head for a change, and so I actually declined the offer of sex that evening by texting HBS in the morning saying that I couldn’t meet her after all. I did this because I don’t really like the situation, and it’s my fault, because I knew she was just experimenting from the beginning, but she really is very straight acting and I get the feeling that sleeping with me is kind of a game to her, and I’m not in to that. She has no idea how to treat a woman, no idea how to seduce or how to act afterwards, and the last time she came over she left me feeling rather strange and displeased. It’s not really any fault on her part, she’s just fundamentally heterosexual and that’s the way it is. This being proved by the fact that after I texted her she spent a little while texting me telling me about a guy she’d met up with the day before and how wonderful he was and how she’d loved “making out” with him. My point proven I think.

So instead of getting laid I went home to O’s house to have dinner with him and his friend A, who is rather sexy herself, and spent the evening perving, flirting, eating fantastic food and getting passively stoned from their smoking, and finished it off by having a fantastic orgasm while having phone sex with a friend. Much better I think.

Thursday was hectic, was up at six thirty, at the office by 8, on the way to Swindon by 9 where I spent the day with work, then headed straight back to London in the evening where I just made it in time to get the train with DL to Sheffield. Actually it was a bit of a nightmare because there were two trains on platforms next to each other, one going to Sheffield and the other going somewhere else, and we ended up getting on the wrong one because we were rushing and so had to get off at Leicester and wait for another one. We eventually arrived at the hotel at just after eleven in the evening and fell in to bed after grabbing a snack. Up at 8 the next day all excited and nervous about my graduation, and by ten the family had arrived and I was on my way to have my robes fitted. I have to say it was much more exciting than I thought it was going to be, it felt really good wearing the cap and gown and having everyone their to see me graduate. Photos to come, I promise, when I get the time to put them up online. The only bad part of the day was when DL got in to a strop because she wanted some photos taken by the professional photographer, and she and the family were disputing because each package cost a different price and she wanted one thing while everyone else wanted something else, and it all got a bit heated. It ended up with her causing a bit of a scene in front of everyone and my mother losing her temper with her and saying she thought DL had better leave. At this point I burst in to tears because they were both fighting with each other over some stupid photos that didn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things, and DL disappeared in shame while my family tried to console me. It was a bit of a nightmare, but it all got sorted out and DL apologised and the photos got sorted, it just put a bit of a blemish on what was otherwise a perfect celebration. In the evening we met up with some friends of mine in the pub for a drink, and afterwards they went on to a club while we headed back to the hotel because I was shattered. My friend Sean won two prises, one for the best undergraduate dissertation and the other for the best mark in film, and I was really proud of him and expect to see him go on to become a professor in the next few years.

So yesterday we were up and out of the hotel and on a train back to London by the early afternoon, and last night I went to the theatre with Baby G to see an audio described performance of “Mother of a Brown Boy” performed by Chicken Shed theatre company in north London. We’d gotten free tickets because they wanted feedback on the audio description, and it was a really great performance all in all. We spent the evening with a woman we know from the Beeb and her girlfriend, and I got a little tipsy on vodka and coke and got home at around half past midnight. Today I’ve been being a total slob, haven’t even got dressed yet. I’ve been lounging around house hunting on the net, finishing off a Karin Slaughter novel and doing washing and it’s been blissful just to have some time to myself around the house. This evening I’m going to make pasta with fresh prawns in a sauce of olive oil, garlic and chilli and whatever else I can find to throw in the pot, and settle down to begin reading Snow flower and the Secret fan by Lisa Sea, which I’ve finally managed to get hold of as an audio book. Tomorrow night Baby G is coming over for dinner, Tuesday I have a singing lesson and on Wednesday it’s the discussion group, so that’s how my week’s looking so far. Oh and there’s work of course, and I forgot to mention that I’m going to apply for a full time position there at the end of my placement, so fingers crossed I get that because I’ll get a rather hefty pay rise.

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Tried to post this earlier but blogger wouldn't load. The prawn pasta was yummie, and I don't know for how much longer I'll stop thinking with my pussy, because I've been uber horny today and have spent the past hour looking on various sites for women who want no strings fun. Well I can't help it, ikt's biological I tell you. I'm off for a bath and a play with the shower head.

London Part1

As you know last Sunday i packed my things A GaiN and took the train to London. I've decided to write about my trip in two parts, mainly because I don't want to put certain things all in one post, so the first part is going to be about the work I did, and HBS.

The main reason I went down there for a few days was to do some work shadowing with a grant's officer at a large private charity trust in the city who give away millions of pounds in grants to various small charities around the UK each year. I spent a wonderful couple of days learning how the process works, going to see projects they were funding, learning what makes a good application and what doesn't, and going to board meetings etc. I had to give presentations and got to spend time with various different important members of the team, and by the end of my time there the director seemed very impressed and there was some mention of a J O B offer, but we'll have to wait and see about that. But I did get a taste for living in the city, getting the tube to work everyday, working in an important role and having to wear a suit, which I actually quite liked. I have to admit though that I was worn out, having not regulated my body clock from the jet lag yet and having to be up at seven in the morning and getting home the first night at eleven, the reason for which I'll explain in part two. As a result of the job prospects in London, added to my love of the city, everything being easily accessible because of the tube, plus a lot of my friends living there, I've decided to definitely move there in June, whether I have a job waiting for me or not. If I do that's all well and good, if I don't I'll pay the rent from my savings and look for work.

Now the part about HBS, and yes, I promise after this, no more casual sex for a while, it's getting ridiculous!... In case you've forgotten who HBS is, she was a friend of a friend and had a partner until about the same time that I split with DL, which was when she too, split from her long term partner. To get the background you can read about our two dates here and here
The Last time I saw her was on January 17th, I remember the date because I went to London for my civil service assessment day and we met in the afternoon. After that we had always kept in contact online and on the phone, mainly just friends but always with the undertone that we wanted to take it to the physical level. The plan was that she was supposed to come up to Sheffield for a weekend visit, but during those two months she lost her job and I had lots on so we never managed to hook up. So when she discovered I was coming to London this week we planned to make a date, especially as I would be staying somewhere where we could be alone at last. So one day last week she met me when I finished work and we went back to where I was staying together. I was slightly flustered because I wanted to be looking hot and all fresh, instead I was still in my work suit and needed to change and wanted the time to shower and refresh which i didn't get to do. I ended up hurridly changing in to casual clothes and then spending five minutes in the bathroom while she chatted to the friend that I was staying with, after which we ordered pizza and chatted for a while and then ate dinner. I always found that being with HBS was a little strange because she not really being a lesbian was obviously very nervous with the prospect of her first time with a woman, and I too was nervous because I was aware that I needed to handle the situation delicately, always making her feel like she could tell me if she wasn't comfortable with anything. So after dinner we both reclined on the bed and lay talking and laughing for a while, me stroking her hair and she cuddling up close. Then she asked if she could turn off the light and things got a little more hot and heavy, only the problem being that both of us started with nervous laughter, and it took several failed attempts before both of us could control it. I guess it was because the build up has been for the past five months, and we've never had the opportunity to see it through before and so when it came to it we were both quite aprehensive. Anyway we managed to sort out the laughter, and it didn't take long before we were getting in to it, she actually surprised me how assertive she was about what she wanted and when. She wasn't in the mood to be teased, said she had waited too long for that, and so the whole thing happend a lot quicker than what I'm used to. I'm quite a sensual lover and enjoy a lot of foreplay, making the build up very intense and prolonged, especially when it's my first time with some one, but she definitely wasn't in the mood to mess around and so before I knew it she was gasping in my arms, her body shuddering with the after shocks of the orgasm I'd just given her. Of course I was pleased that I'd pleasured her so well, but I would have prefered it to last a little longer than it did.

Afterwards we lay in bed for a little while talking and touching before I reluctantly had to walk her to the tube station so she could make the long journey home before it got too dark. I didn't see her for the rest of the time that I was there, but I've spoken to her since and from the sounds of things she enjoyed it. I'm not sure when or even if we'll get to do it again, but I'm glad I got the chance to give her the pleasure she obviously needed, and to hopefully make her first time with a woman a special and memorable one.

Part two of my London trip to come soon...