In Which Ted Meets a Nice Girl
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tspencer227I'm currently running on no sleep last night, yet I'm way too giddy to even think about falling asleep at work. Probably a good thing.
If only she didn't live 8 hours away....but we'll see what happens over the next couple of days, too.
And I have to remember to thank Rachel for the introduction.....
So about a month ago, my friend Rachel here on the ship cornered me one day to make sure that I'd have this week open, telling me her best friend from back home (Northern California) was coming down for the week, and since we were pretty good friends, she figured I'd enjoy hanging out with her friend. Jokingly, I asked the first question that comes to most guys minds.
"Is she hot?"
Rachel smiled.
"She doesn't think so, but most guys think she's gorgeous. Oh, and she's a redhead."
Ooooooooooh.
Superman has Kryptonite, Bobby Brown has Whitney Houston (or vice versa), and Ted has redheads.
I was offering to show them around and take them out before she could even finish her sentence. However, I also promised I'd behave myself around her friend while she was in town.
Diana arrived Friday night, and of course I had duty Saturday. Sunday, I was way too tired to want to do anything, but I ran into Rachel at work yesterday.
R:"So what are we doing tonight?"
T:"I don't know. When do I get to meet this friend of yours?"
R:*looking at her watch* Diana will be here in a couple of hours- she'll be here to see the ship later this morning.
T:"Stop by my office when you're doing the tour." *winks*
Sure enough, a little over two hours later, I heard a knock on my office door, and there stood Rachel with a gorgeous redhead of about medium height. I quickly stepped out, mumbling some excuse about having to make an inspection tour of one of our spaces. I walked with the girls to the hangar deck, mildly flirting with Diana before I had to get back to work. I promised them that I'd come up with entertainment for the night as soon as I got home from work and ran some errands I'd been needing to take care of. With the 'Lude still in the shop, I reminded Rachel that she'd have to give me a ride, which she said was no problem.
After I got home and got everything taken care of, I called Rachel. Diana picked up the phone instead. Rachel was taking a nap, so I asked her if she wanted to go out drinking, dancing, or singing. She giggled and answered that she wanted to go dancing, so I told her to wake up Rachel at 7 that evening and we'd head out after that.
They stopped by at around 7:30pm, and we headed downtown- I knew that Jason was heading to Henry's after bowling, and I figured it'd be the busiest club in Gaslamp on a Monday night. The whole ride in the car, Diana and I chatted it up, continuing the conversation once we grabbed a table and the girls got their drinks- I had offered to play DD for the night, since I had to work this morning anyway- Diana is on spring break, and Rachel is on special lib until tomorrow.
In the ensuing two hours before Jason arrived and started playing his classically- trained role of cockblocker, this is what I found out about Diana:
-She's 21 years old.
-Attending CSU Stanislaus full-time majoring in Psychology, with an emphasis on Behavioral Analysis
-She works full-time at a research center with Autistic children
-She babysits and autistic child
-she helps her family at home with her 15 year old brother and 12 year old sister
-she's single, since her last boyfriend treated her like complete shit.
Needless to say, when she went to the bathroom for the first time, I turned to Rachel.
"Dude, I think I'm in love- the girl is perfect, and is everything I've ever wanted in a girlfriend!"
She agreed, and Diana had just come back to the table when Jason arrived with Bob in tow and proceeded to start playing one of their old favorite games when I'm talking to a member of the opposite sex, the "one-up game". It irritates me to no end, but I guess if the only way they can work up the nerves to talk to girls is to either make fun of me or try and one- up anything I say or do, more power to them. I've got more than enough ego to spare, most of the time.
We ordered a round of Jaeger bombs, and as we finished, the DJ finally started playing some decent dance music. However, all the water I'd drunk earlier in the day when I was at the gym was starting to kick in, so I excused myself to go to the bathroom, telling Diana before I left,
"as soon as I get back, we're on the dance floor."
She smiled and nodded and told me to hurry back.
Of course, as soon as I got back, what did I see but Diana on the dance floor while Jason did his usual 5 and 6/8ths step dance routine, leaving her completely bewildered, if the look on her face was any indication. I walked out onto the dance floor, and Rachel was nice enough to grab Jason for me while Diana grabbed onto me and proceeded to spin me all around the dance floor for the next 6 songs until Jason came back out. I needed a break and some water, so I let him take over, as he was begging me to, until she also got off the floor and joined me back at the table. We continued talking and flirting, then after a little bit longer, when back out to the dance floor, just as the DJ started playing LL Cool J's "Doing It". The next thing I knew, we were dancing cheek to cheek, forehead to forehead, and we'd stopped most moving aside from her hips against mine. The next thing I knew, those big green eyes were looking up at me with a flare in them that said trouble, but by now I was hooked- I didn't know if I'd be able to hold back much longer. I leaned down and whispered into her ear.
"You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now, but I promised Rachel I'd behave myself."
Her reply was to smile at me with those dazzling eyes and grab onto me tighter as we danced. We kept up that movement for two more songs, and by the end of the second song, as if by some strange magnetic force, I felt my lips being drawn towards hers. I felt her exhale softly against my lips, milimeters from hers, then she turned her head.
"Not here. Not now. Now yet." She breathed into my ear.
We walked off the floor to recharge and rehydrate, and immediately I turned to Rachel and quietly told her I needed to talk to her, soon. She looked at me, slightly confused, then produced a cigarette from her purse and told me to follow her outside and keep her company while she smoked. As soon as we were outside she looked at me.
"What's wrong?"
I looked sheepish, at best.
"Rachel, I'm trying to behave myself. Really, I am, but she's not making it easy on me, and I don't know if I'll be able to keep it up. I don't want to do that, because I really like her and respect her, and I know as her best friend, you'd kill me."
Rachel nodded.
"Well, you know she's a HUGE flirt, much like me, but if anything DOES happen, you know I'd go ballistic. And Jason knows nothing is going to happen either."
That was a relief. And by that point I think he'd gotten the hint that Diana and I were clicking a lot better than Rachel fully realized. When we left the club shortly after 1 in the morning, he invited himself back over to my apartment, even though it was a shorter drive back to his place in PB than it was to drive out to my place in Mission Valley, yet somehow he pulled into my complex before I did, even with my subtle hints that he should really just go home.
By the time I pulled Rachel's car into the garage, she was passed out asleep (NOT drunk) in her back seat. We woke her up long enough to get her inside and put her to bed in my room, then Jason, Diana, and I stayed up talking a while longer. Finally, I suggested we pop in a movie, and Jason walked into Bob's room and plopped into his bed, since Bob has the massive DVD collection in his room. Diana and I laid out on the floor next to each other and put in the original American Pie. Diana had the bright idea of turning off the lights to give us a little bit less visibility in the room, and we started the movie.
By the time the guys in the movie had made the pact, our hands were gently exploring each other- I was caressing her hair with one hand, while she sucked on the the fingers of my other hand, and I was nibbling not *quite* so softly on her forearm. At one point, I accidentally raked my nails down her back as I was trying to massage a sore muscle, and I felt a shiver run through her.
T:"Whoa, are you ok?"
D:"Mmmmhhmmmmm..."
T:"Do you want me to do that again?"
D:"please"
By the time Nadia was doing her strip show, we were quietly trying to figure out ways to get rid of Jason, who was choosing the worst possible times to make candid remarks that required a reply from at least one of us. Finally, I crawled back to where Jason was laying and told him that I thought it was time for him to go home, as Diana really wanted to go to sleep, and she really should get Bob's bed while I'd take the couch. He refused. I told him to get out of my apartment, not quite so nice this time. He just shook his head.
"Sorry playa, Rachel made me promise I wouldn't leave you two alone."
I'm still trying to figure out if that's bullshit or not- I seriously think that it is, but I'll find out this afternoon. If it is, I'm really going to be mad. But I digress.
I crawled back up to where I'd been laying and told Diana what was up, and she just smiled at me with those eyes so full of mischief. We played around a bit more, until Jason got up to go to the bathroom. No sooner had the door shut than she pounced on top of me and pressed her lips against mine, first gently, then a bit more forcefully as she opened her mouth and ran her tongue around my lips. I was powerless to do anything other than return the kiss, and we held it as long as we could, until we heard the toilet flush. Before the bathroom door had fully opened, we were back in the position we'd been in when Jason had gotten up.
Finally, around 4 in the morning, exactly an hour before I really had to be out the door on the way to work, Jason started snoring. I mentioned this to Diana, and she asked me if I was sure. I turned and studied him for a while, thinking back to the last time I thought he'd been asleep last winter, and was quite sure this time. Immediately our lips came together and we started making out again, her fingernails digging a furrow on either side of my spine. Finally, she came up for air.
"You're pretty good at this."
I smiled back at her in the darkened room. "You're not so bad at this yourself. And here I thought you were a lot more innocent."
She giggled. "Looks can be decieving."
We fooled around a bit more, and I made it quite clear that I wasn't going to sleep with her that night. She looked at me, smiled, and said,"well, we have two more nights, right?"
As I got up to get ready to leave for work, I gave her a kiss, and asked her, out of curiosity, if she was going to tell Rachel about what had happened. She looked at me for a moment, shrugged. "Probably. It's not like us to keep stuff like this from each other, and I think she'll understand." With that, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me back down on top of her for one last, long kiss before I had to head out the door. As we broke away, she smiled and whispered that I'd better call her as soon as I Get home from work, so we can hang out today as well.
I can't wait to get home today- there's a lovely, sweet, intelligent redhead waiting for my call. Kinda nice, really. ;)
If only she didn't live 8 hours away....but we'll see what happens over the next couple of days, too.
And I have to remember to thank Rachel for the introduction.....
So about a month ago, my friend Rachel here on the ship cornered me one day to make sure that I'd have this week open, telling me her best friend from back home (Northern California) was coming down for the week, and since we were pretty good friends, she figured I'd enjoy hanging out with her friend. Jokingly, I asked the first question that comes to most guys minds.
"Is she hot?"
Rachel smiled.
"She doesn't think so, but most guys think she's gorgeous. Oh, and she's a redhead."
Ooooooooooh.
Superman has Kryptonite, Bobby Brown has Whitney Houston (or vice versa), and Ted has redheads.
I was offering to show them around and take them out before she could even finish her sentence. However, I also promised I'd behave myself around her friend while she was in town.
Diana arrived Friday night, and of course I had duty Saturday. Sunday, I was way too tired to want to do anything, but I ran into Rachel at work yesterday.
R:"So what are we doing tonight?"
T:"I don't know. When do I get to meet this friend of yours?"
R:*looking at her watch* Diana will be here in a couple of hours- she'll be here to see the ship later this morning.
T:"Stop by my office when you're doing the tour." *winks*
Sure enough, a little over two hours later, I heard a knock on my office door, and there stood Rachel with a gorgeous redhead of about medium height. I quickly stepped out, mumbling some excuse about having to make an inspection tour of one of our spaces. I walked with the girls to the hangar deck, mildly flirting with Diana before I had to get back to work. I promised them that I'd come up with entertainment for the night as soon as I got home from work and ran some errands I'd been needing to take care of. With the 'Lude still in the shop, I reminded Rachel that she'd have to give me a ride, which she said was no problem.
After I got home and got everything taken care of, I called Rachel. Diana picked up the phone instead. Rachel was taking a nap, so I asked her if she wanted to go out drinking, dancing, or singing. She giggled and answered that she wanted to go dancing, so I told her to wake up Rachel at 7 that evening and we'd head out after that.
They stopped by at around 7:30pm, and we headed downtown- I knew that Jason was heading to Henry's after bowling, and I figured it'd be the busiest club in Gaslamp on a Monday night. The whole ride in the car, Diana and I chatted it up, continuing the conversation once we grabbed a table and the girls got their drinks- I had offered to play DD for the night, since I had to work this morning anyway- Diana is on spring break, and Rachel is on special lib until tomorrow.
In the ensuing two hours before Jason arrived and started playing his classically- trained role of cockblocker, this is what I found out about Diana:
-She's 21 years old.
-Attending CSU Stanislaus full-time majoring in Psychology, with an emphasis on Behavioral Analysis
-She works full-time at a research center with Autistic children
-She babysits and autistic child
-she helps her family at home with her 15 year old brother and 12 year old sister
-she's single, since her last boyfriend treated her like complete shit.
Needless to say, when she went to the bathroom for the first time, I turned to Rachel.
"Dude, I think I'm in love- the girl is perfect, and is everything I've ever wanted in a girlfriend!"
She agreed, and Diana had just come back to the table when Jason arrived with Bob in tow and proceeded to start playing one of their old favorite games when I'm talking to a member of the opposite sex, the "one-up game". It irritates me to no end, but I guess if the only way they can work up the nerves to talk to girls is to either make fun of me or try and one- up anything I say or do, more power to them. I've got more than enough ego to spare, most of the time.
We ordered a round of Jaeger bombs, and as we finished, the DJ finally started playing some decent dance music. However, all the water I'd drunk earlier in the day when I was at the gym was starting to kick in, so I excused myself to go to the bathroom, telling Diana before I left,
"as soon as I get back, we're on the dance floor."
She smiled and nodded and told me to hurry back.
Of course, as soon as I got back, what did I see but Diana on the dance floor while Jason did his usual 5 and 6/8ths step dance routine, leaving her completely bewildered, if the look on her face was any indication. I walked out onto the dance floor, and Rachel was nice enough to grab Jason for me while Diana grabbed onto me and proceeded to spin me all around the dance floor for the next 6 songs until Jason came back out. I needed a break and some water, so I let him take over, as he was begging me to, until she also got off the floor and joined me back at the table. We continued talking and flirting, then after a little bit longer, when back out to the dance floor, just as the DJ started playing LL Cool J's "Doing It". The next thing I knew, we were dancing cheek to cheek, forehead to forehead, and we'd stopped most moving aside from her hips against mine. The next thing I knew, those big green eyes were looking up at me with a flare in them that said trouble, but by now I was hooked- I didn't know if I'd be able to hold back much longer. I leaned down and whispered into her ear.
"You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now, but I promised Rachel I'd behave myself."
Her reply was to smile at me with those dazzling eyes and grab onto me tighter as we danced. We kept up that movement for two more songs, and by the end of the second song, as if by some strange magnetic force, I felt my lips being drawn towards hers. I felt her exhale softly against my lips, milimeters from hers, then she turned her head.
"Not here. Not now. Now yet." She breathed into my ear.
We walked off the floor to recharge and rehydrate, and immediately I turned to Rachel and quietly told her I needed to talk to her, soon. She looked at me, slightly confused, then produced a cigarette from her purse and told me to follow her outside and keep her company while she smoked. As soon as we were outside she looked at me.
"What's wrong?"
I looked sheepish, at best.
"Rachel, I'm trying to behave myself. Really, I am, but she's not making it easy on me, and I don't know if I'll be able to keep it up. I don't want to do that, because I really like her and respect her, and I know as her best friend, you'd kill me."
Rachel nodded.
"Well, you know she's a HUGE flirt, much like me, but if anything DOES happen, you know I'd go ballistic. And Jason knows nothing is going to happen either."
That was a relief. And by that point I think he'd gotten the hint that Diana and I were clicking a lot better than Rachel fully realized. When we left the club shortly after 1 in the morning, he invited himself back over to my apartment, even though it was a shorter drive back to his place in PB than it was to drive out to my place in Mission Valley, yet somehow he pulled into my complex before I did, even with my subtle hints that he should really just go home.
By the time I pulled Rachel's car into the garage, she was passed out asleep (NOT drunk) in her back seat. We woke her up long enough to get her inside and put her to bed in my room, then Jason, Diana, and I stayed up talking a while longer. Finally, I suggested we pop in a movie, and Jason walked into Bob's room and plopped into his bed, since Bob has the massive DVD collection in his room. Diana and I laid out on the floor next to each other and put in the original American Pie. Diana had the bright idea of turning off the lights to give us a little bit less visibility in the room, and we started the movie.
By the time the guys in the movie had made the pact, our hands were gently exploring each other- I was caressing her hair with one hand, while she sucked on the the fingers of my other hand, and I was nibbling not *quite* so softly on her forearm. At one point, I accidentally raked my nails down her back as I was trying to massage a sore muscle, and I felt a shiver run through her.
T:"Whoa, are you ok?"
D:"Mmmmhhmmmmm..."
T:"Do you want me to do that again?"
D:"please"
By the time Nadia was doing her strip show, we were quietly trying to figure out ways to get rid of Jason, who was choosing the worst possible times to make candid remarks that required a reply from at least one of us. Finally, I crawled back to where Jason was laying and told him that I thought it was time for him to go home, as Diana really wanted to go to sleep, and she really should get Bob's bed while I'd take the couch. He refused. I told him to get out of my apartment, not quite so nice this time. He just shook his head.
"Sorry playa, Rachel made me promise I wouldn't leave you two alone."
I'm still trying to figure out if that's bullshit or not- I seriously think that it is, but I'll find out this afternoon. If it is, I'm really going to be mad. But I digress.
I crawled back up to where I'd been laying and told Diana what was up, and she just smiled at me with those eyes so full of mischief. We played around a bit more, until Jason got up to go to the bathroom. No sooner had the door shut than she pounced on top of me and pressed her lips against mine, first gently, then a bit more forcefully as she opened her mouth and ran her tongue around my lips. I was powerless to do anything other than return the kiss, and we held it as long as we could, until we heard the toilet flush. Before the bathroom door had fully opened, we were back in the position we'd been in when Jason had gotten up.
Finally, around 4 in the morning, exactly an hour before I really had to be out the door on the way to work, Jason started snoring. I mentioned this to Diana, and she asked me if I was sure. I turned and studied him for a while, thinking back to the last time I thought he'd been asleep last winter, and was quite sure this time. Immediately our lips came together and we started making out again, her fingernails digging a furrow on either side of my spine. Finally, she came up for air.
"You're pretty good at this."
I smiled back at her in the darkened room. "You're not so bad at this yourself. And here I thought you were a lot more innocent."
She giggled. "Looks can be decieving."
We fooled around a bit more, and I made it quite clear that I wasn't going to sleep with her that night. She looked at me, smiled, and said,"well, we have two more nights, right?"
As I got up to get ready to leave for work, I gave her a kiss, and asked her, out of curiosity, if she was going to tell Rachel about what had happened. She looked at me for a moment, shrugged. "Probably. It's not like us to keep stuff like this from each other, and I think she'll understand." With that, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me back down on top of her for one last, long kiss before I had to head out the door. As we broke away, she smiled and whispered that I'd better call her as soon as I Get home from work, so we can hang out today as well.
I can't wait to get home today- there's a lovely, sweet, intelligent redhead waiting for my call. Kinda nice, really. ;)
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