I'm Kirsten. A 27 year old, 5'2", 125 pounds, redhead. My skin is pretty fair, and I have a splash of freckles across my face. My body is generally athletic and pretty well toned. I have recently gotten back into the groove of exploring my sexual boundaries after moving to a new town.
Following my decision to turn off the road I had been traveling with a dom I met on Craigslist, I decided that I just needed to find a friend with benefits. Someone like the guy I had hooked up with in the past. Someone who wasn't going to push for "something more", but who would like to go along for the ride whenever I got the itch.
Finding the right guy proved to be a lot more difficult than I had imagined. My previous FWB had just sort of fallen into my life without any effort on my part. I turned to Craigslist as a starting point, but that was a total disaster. I was flooded with so many responses from so many shaky characters I thought my email was going to explode. I'm not being vain, it's just that A LOT of guys are looking to get laid.
I shut down the ad, and began the process of going through the emails. It was easy to delete the dick pics, and the one line "Hi. I'll fuck you" responses. I did set aside about ten replies that looked promising; however, several of those were all talk, and several others were assholes when I didn't want to meet right away and spread my legs.
Frustrated, I simply gave up for a while, checking out new postings from time to time in the hopes that something more promising would catch my eye.
About a week after I had taken down my ad I met someone.
I was browsing at the bookstore, just killing time on a boring rainy Saturday afternoon. The store had a special end of row display with books in the 50 Shades of Gray mold. I confess I never made it through the trilogy. Not because of the subject matter; it just really didn't hold my interest across three books. Still, I stopped to see what the others books were about, and I was leafing through one of them when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed someone looking at me. I glanced up to see this nice looking guy pretending to look at the shelf in front of him while NOT looking at me.
I blushed as I turned back to the book in my hand, and then I REALLY blushed when my eyes fell on a passage involving a woman tied down on a table while several guys in evening dress felt her up. Embarrassed, I looked up again, and the guy was now obviously looking my way. He wasn't staring, but he was definitely checking me out, and he was clearly amused.
I bit my lip, looked away, and started to put the book back on the stack.
"Interesting reading?"
I almost jumped out of my skin at the sound of his voice. It doesn't take a whole lot to get me wired, and the passage I had been scanning had definitely started to get my juices flowing.
I looked up into a really, really nice smile.
"Um...kinda...I guess...if you're into that kind of thing..." I stammered. I felt a blush race over my cheeks, down my neck, over my chest, across my thighs, down the crease of my ass. Damn pale skin.
"I didn't mean to interrupt your reading then." He teased. "I'm Trevor."
I took his offered hand, "Kirsten."
"Nice to meet you Kirsten. Well, I'll let you get back to your browsing." Trevor grinned at me, then began to turn away.
I blushed again looking at the book I still held in my hand. I glanced up at Trevor's back before deciding to take a leap of faith. "Um. Trevor?"
He stopped and looked back at me as I put the book down.
"Could I buy you a cup of coffee...or something...?" I bit my lip and looked at him hesitantly.
Over an hour later we were still sitting in the bookstore cafe chatting about nothing. He was a construction foreman working on a renovation at a local hospital. Trevor was single, easy to talk to, easy to look at, and he seemed to enjoy my company.
Glancing at my watch, I realized I needed to leaving to get to a hair appointment.
"This was great Trevor." I bit my lip and tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "Um. Maybe if you're interested in doing this again...or..."
Trevor seemed to hesitate, and I thought that maybe I had really misread something along the way. "Kirsten..."
"Hey. No problem. Not a big deal." I started to back the whole thing down.
"No. Hold on. It's just that I am not really looking into dating right now. Just not a relationship kind of guy at this point. So I don't want to give you any wrong ideas." He pleaded.
The breath I had been holding burst out of my mouth as I laughed. Trevor looked confused, so I took pity and explained.
"Trevor. Right now, I'm not a relationship kind of girl. But..." I looked straight into his eyes. "It would be fun to have a friend to do stuff with, and maybe have some fun..."
The color rose in his cheeks as he just nodded. I wrote down my cell phone number and pushed it across the table at him. "If you are interested. Maybe we could hook up again?"
We said goodbye, and when I walked away, I thought I could see a slight bulge in his jeans.
I got a text from Trevor the next day.
:Hey Kirsten. It's Trevor. Interested in a pizza/gaming night?
I blushed slightly considering the possibilities as I responded.
:If you really want to get your ass kicked, I'm in! What time?
I hit send and held my breath. He responded in seconds.
:How about 7:00? And we'll see whose ass gets kicked!
The rest of the afternoon was torture. I rushed out early so I could shower and change. I trimmed up nicely down below, and I picked out a nice light summer dress to wear. Deciding against wearing a bra, I did settle on a black thong. I twirled in front of the mirror, liking the simple yet flirty look I had going.