/lit/ - Literature

i've got the phone in one hand and a hot totti in another, and the cat's under my arm and i'm trying to explain it to heidi--that last night, this girl came over, looking totally sexy in a white sweater with big tits underneath and tight black pants, nice ass, and that we made dinner, thai curry, and that i actually nailed it despite never having made it before, and it was delicious, and how, after dinner, we ended up in my bed, watching a movie, and our first kiss, and then one very long and surprisingly passionate sequence of kissing and touching and all of our clothes coming off but not having sex, and how it ended with her, turned away, whispering "sorry," and me trying to hold her, then eventually realising that this was only making it worse, and her text today, that she's not ready to be close to someone, not physically or mentally, and definitely not "like that" and that she had realised she really wants to be alone, and that it's not going to work out between us but that really, i am great and she had a nice time, and heidi is telling me that i should man up and not be such a pussy, and she's just not getting it. she's not getting that despite being more than a bit of a womaniser, i'm actually really pretty upset about this, and just then, maria texts me that she's here and i'm thinking fuck, i'm not even close to being ready. even though she told me she'd be here in 20 minutes, half an hour ago, it's totally unexpected that she's already here. i drop the cat and hang up with heidi and pound my drink to the face and throw on my coat and boots and run outside, zipping my coat as i go.