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Sweet Dreams Are Made of This Ch. 01

Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: True Story, Author: JoeBlogs616, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

over the course of their conversation, as if she had more important things on her mind. Evening's end, he finally decided to dispense with the guesswork, preferring to move on to greener pastures if she wasn't interested. After he'd voiced his concern, she gave him an apologetic smile. "It's not you, just me. I've a lot of... work-related stuff rolling around in my brain. Let's go out again sometime, okay?" Jahn gave a grunt of assent that earned him another lingering kiss on the cheek, but his heart really wasn't in it. Not you, just me. The kiss of death, the kissing cousin to Mr. Friend Zone. Just his luck. Staring at his computer, watching animated robots beat each other to death, he wondered just what the hell was wrong with him. At least a few women dug his looks. He wasn't rich, but he had money, a car, solid employment, an apartment, and most important in his eyes, a big dick. What's this bullshit, mainstream media, he thought crossly. According to you and the porno mags, panties should be dropping like flies whenever I walk into the room. Instead, he kept getting stuck with girls who didn't seem interested even in the things that women supposedly dug, like romance and relationships. At one point, he wanted nothing more than to get married to Andrea, raise a few kids and live a model suburban life. It might not be exciting, but it was a pleasant future. The way things were going, he'd probably just replaced Andrea with a counterpart that would spend the next couple ... years- The buzz of his cellphone caught his attention. A deft flip of the cover revealed - a call from the Reed residence. Sighing, he opened the call, and said "Hey Fiona, what's up?" "Hey Jahn, this is Jen!" Oh, well that was unexpected. "Everything okay over there? Didn't realize you had my number." There was silence on the other end for a moment, and he thought he'd lost the connection. "Oh, you're on our whiteboard with all our other contacts. I just wondered, well... are you and Fiona still dating?" Man, what an awkward question that was. Carefully, he said, "No idea, really. She doesn't seem all that interested in me, but... okay, I gotta admit, this is a weird conversation. Maybe I'm just old-fashioned but, is it normal to ask something like that these days?" "Ummm," came her voice over the phone, sounding as if she were hedging. "Maybe not. But I noticed that she'd stopped calling you all the time and I think you guys only dated once or twice anyway, right? I was thinking that if the two of you weren't still going out, you might like to go out for coffee or something with me sometime...?" "Oh, sure, I don't see any problem with that. Like I said, I get the impression that I'm not her type." In a voice that seemed, at least to his hyper-active imagination, dripping with innuendo, "You're definitely _my_ type, Jahn." Yea, he thought hysterically. That's what she said. Holy shit, not even a daydream. Or was it? Fuck, he thought, frantically backtracking in his head. No, ...