All About Drew


(This is true as best I can recall. Names have been changed to protect some privacy.)It started with my co-worker Chris. I was in college and working at a movie theater for extra money. It had its downside like any job, but mostly I loved it. I was assigned to train Chris on the fine art of box-office cashiering. Chris was different from most of the theater employees who were high school- and college-age kids. He was a little older and had just ended his service in the Navy. Along with his red hair and closely cropped beard, his cynical attitude and sense of humor also made him stand out. We got along perfectly though. I could handle his intense nature, and I just “got” him. We had great conversations and amused each other, which made the workday move pretty fast. One day before going on break, Chris told me that his roommate would be stopping by the theater. Employees could admit family and friends into the theater for free and he wanted to be sure I took care of his friend. Eventually a cute, blonde-haired guy showed up and asked for Chris. I confirmed that he was Chris’ friend and we introduced ourselves. His name was Drew. He gave me an unexpected reaction when I told him my name. “Oh, YOU’RE Felicia?” He said, and went on to say that Chris had mentioned me at home. By this time Chris had returned. “You’ve been talking about me, huh?” I immediately said to Chris. He shot Drew a “what the fuck, dude?” look. Apparently, he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar when Drew shared that bit of information with me. He eventually admitted to mentioning me, but would not give me the exact details of what he actually said. “Come on! What did you tell him?” I pushed. I was super curious but was mostly teasing him. In spite of his gruffness, Chris was a softy at heart and I enjoyed making him blush. “Don’t worry it was all good stuff,” Drew told me with a wink. However good the information had been, his big grin and teasing manner told me that it was also highly salacious. kocaeli escort I could not have been more interested, but neither guy would break the “bro code” and spill all of the beans. So the conversation moved on. There was an interesting dynamic happening that I was not fully aware of at the time. I just remember how easily the three of us seem to fit, how easily the conversation flowed and how comfortable I felt with them both. I was trying to figure out Drew and I could tell that he was doing the same to me. I would not find out until later, but Chris had a crush on me. So I’m sure he had shared a great deal about me with Drew. With Chris being Mr. Cynical, I’m sure Drew was trying to figure out who the hell I was and why I got along with his friend so well. I felt immediately taken with Drew. I would not call it Love at First Sight . But it was SOMETHING at first sight. He was more social and easygoing than Chris, but intelligent like him. It was obvious why they were friends. I sensed a wildness, a fire, underneath his calm demeanor that intrigued me. Drew and I were opposite in many ways. Ironically, none of the differences was the source of our break-up…But I’m getting ahead of the story here. I would eventually find out that Drew was unique compared to my other friends and past boyfriends. He was a heavy-metal, hard-rock, motorcycle loving type of guy. He had that “I don’t give a fuck” rebellious attitude about society. Yet, surprisingly, he was a single dad raising his two-year-old daughter on his own. I really admired that about him. So, oh yes, Drew was a real DILF! His career was in the Navy Medical Corps and he was only three years older than me, but had way more life experience. He had already been married, had a kid, and divorced by the time we met. Meanwhile, I was a college kid, still living with my parents (The school I chose was pretty close to home). I had always been an independent person, but I was still finding my way. So opposites kocaeli escort bayan were really attracted in this situation. Oh yeah, and there was the whole race issue. It wasn’t an issue to the two of us, though! He had dated black women before and I had always been attracted and open to other races. There was no fear or weirdness. He was just a boy and I was just a girl. Now, we didn’t completely ignore it either, as you will see. We found our own balance about it. Our next encounter was one evening when Chris’ car wouldn’t start in the cool fall weather and I gave him a ride home. Somehow, I came inside the apartment with him. I don’t remember if he asked me or how it happened. Drew was home and there was that amusing dynamic happening between the three of us again. They both were so happy to have me over. It was like I was dating both of them! That night was when I first saw Drew’s tattoo. On his right arm he had a HUGE, beautifully painted tattoo of Storm from the X-Men comics. The detail was amazing with the gorgeous African Princess, her flowing white hair and her dark black/navy catsuit with a cape. I was a girl who loved her comics and superheroes. I adored Storm as a black female role model and I was truly blown away that this white guy had this tattoo. I was even more impressed when he showed me some of his own artwork and drawings. He was becoming my favorite person with each meeting. There was a strong physical attraction. Drew wielded an amazing smile that made my day brighter and my nether regions tingle. His blond hair was a mop of waves and he had a way of looking at me with his penetrating gray eyes that made me all lusty. He was 6 feet, and fit. (He looks a lot like the actor Patrick Wilson for a visual reference.). At the time I wore my hair in long, long skinny braids that were curled at the ends. It was a fun style and I got plenty of compliments on it. I’m short and at that time I was at my most fit, I had recently lost weight and I izmit escort worked-out regularly. Still I was closer to the plus-size and curvy. I was really confident about myself – it was a good time in my life. The first time Drew and I were alone was when we went for lunch on my break one day. I had that nervous yet comfortable feeling that seems to exist when I was getting to know someone special. We shared a similar sense of humor and instead of ignoring the different race issue we would joke and quiz each other about it. For example, he’d ask me, “What is the deal with black woman and their hair?” And I would give him the low-down. Then I would ask, “What is it with white guys and pickup trucks?” And we’d have a good laugh about the whole thing. No subject was off-limits and we talked about everything, including sex, of course. I found out that he preferred ethnic woman. But even more interesting, I discovered that he loved to eat pussy! He shared this with me with a devilish glee. He liked to push my buttons and see what I would say. I had to tell him I had never had a guy do that to me. It was like telling a baker you’d never had cake before. I think that sealed our fate. He announced to me one day that, “All white guys do NOT have small dicks. That is a total stereotype!” I was like, “Okay, thank you for that information!” I was wondered why he felt the need to tell me that. He said that he would definitely prove his statement to me and show me just how false this stereotype was. Who was I to argue with him? I was psyched. Sometime later, his family took his daughter with them out of state for about a month. So he could let loose and he and Chris would have parties and invite co-workers over. But the best thing about this time was that Drew and I could have the place to ourselves. By this time we’d gone out on a few dates, and fooled around and even watched porn together. But we hadn’t had intercourse yet. That would soon change. So when the big night came, there were three facts he knew about me: 1- I’d never had a guy go down on me, 2- I’d never given a blowjob, and 3- I had no idea if I’d actually experienced a full orgasm with someone or not. I had been with four guys by this time and those facts were still all true.

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