another fantastic weekend

So I bought my way into her heart/ is there another way? She told me about freak and geeks, and before I did a little weberesearch and realized that this short lived series was/is fodder and hyperbole for the alty-dork-TVhipsterclone set and for that reason could only be another cultural nemesis of mine; I bought her the complete DVD box set. We watched a few passable and well written episodes and then started making out when we got to a real clunker: that one where Lindsey smokes weed - and suddenly the editing and shooting of the show must have been handed off to the wardrobe PA. Near as I can figure. It was quite clear that either these folks had
a) never smoked or snorted anything save perhaps pool water and no-doze so had no concept of the state of mind or
b) this shit got all cut because of lame censoring and or self censoring on national TV.

Regardless, Conchita and I were not distracted a bit by the freaks or the geeks so we commenced with the weighted petting. What took hold of us was some kinda spirited grope session I'm here to tell you,... it was like Wimbledon meets professional wrestling. We were both caught off guard and had many layers of clothing separating the millimeters between our bodies which seemed like an incredible inconvenience considering the effort we were both putting into the liplock/dry hump arena. I had my thigh firmly between her legs, flexing my quadricep and grabbing her ass like it was gonna save me from the noose. My whole world spun a bit and I got that weird rush of sexual endorphin power that happens so infrequently that I never know what to do with it. At that moment I was having some trouble trying to figure out how to extract her from her wife beater and bra while she was laying on her back and I was lying on her. without even having a conscious thought about it I grabbed the left shirt and bra strap in both hands and just like some kind of god damned Neanderthal I must be related to, ripped it completely apart, exposing the skin and freckles of the now bare shoulder. I froze because her face transformed from pleasure to shock and then total anger in about a millisecond. I have never done this before, and was just as shocked myself, and I asked her if she was ok. Conchita never answered that question and instead decided to school me on how I should handle a womans wardrobe just before demanding a new shirt from me and exiting the apartment - slamming doors and measured expletives galore. I fucked up. Funny thing is I have polled a few women about this incident and the reaction is evenly split: half are horrified, half think it's hot.

I have to say I also felt pretty bad because for the 20 seconds she was tearing into me for destroying one of her favorite shirts, I just stood in a hyper-sexual awe as she somehow removed what was left of her ruined bra from underneath the trashed tank top, with one hand. My words cant convey the movement, but it was incredible and super sexy. One hand holding seperated shirt strap, while other hand does this magic trick so that ruined bra slides out from behind her somehow, never exposing those incredible boobs for even an instant. It was all david copperfield n shit.

In short, I cant wait to get back to work.