Dating : The Date — Verdanna’s Diary: Part 11

Dear Diary,

Yesterday was the best day and the most frustrating day all at the same time. I spent last night alone in my bed masturbating but I can’t help but feel that there’s something to be happy about here. Ya, Jaron is driving me nuts already but…I don’t want him to stop!

Let me explain…

I went over to Fritz’s place in the early afternoon and as he promised me; he invited Jaron to come over at the same time to look at the proofs. Let me just say first that I knew Fritz was an amazing photographer, but those pictures…well, they were much hotter than I could have imagined they would be.

Fritz set Jaron and me up at the counter where I’d waited so long the other day. The pictures were between us and we looked them over together. Fritz did them all in either black and white or sepia tones, and it made them seem like they really were taken in some sort of fairy tale world. Each picture brought out the intensity of the scene. The desire and excitement that I felt during the shoot was more than apparent on my face, but during the shoot it had never occurred to me that anyone else might have felt the same. When I saw the pictures though, I realized that Jaron was either a great actor or he felt just as hot as I did.

None of the pictures were overly explicit. There was a breast here and there, a butt cheek, the tip of a male member — but it was all so well done that they didn’t look like porn. This was true erotica.

Looking at the pictures brought back those same feelings, and I wondered if Jaron was feeling the same way.

Then he started laughing. Not the reaction I was hoping for when looking at almost naked pictures of myself.

When he saw the look on my face, he got control of himself and said, “No, no…I know this isn’t funny. You look great in these pictures, Verdanna. You really do but for some reason this reminded me of that night that those guys tried to lure us into an orgy. Do you remember? Three old guys and I’m sure that at least one of them was gay, and they wanted us to join them so badly? We met them at that club…what was it called?”

Suddenly, I remembered, and I was laughing, too. “Victor’s Penthouse!”

“Yes, that’s it! And we literally had to run down the block to my car so we could get away from them. They were practically begging us, and they wouldn’t take no for an answer. You know, I never could go back to that club. I was so worried about running into them again.”

“Oh, me neither!” I laughed.

“You know, we had some great times. I’ve thought about you a lot over the years, Verdanna.”

“Really?”

“Ya. I think we should go out tonight. Just have some dinner, hang out, and catch up? Would you like to?”

My heart jumped in my throat. “I’d love to!”

He passed me a business card. “Here, write your address down and I’ll come and pick you up at 7 ok?”

As I was writing my address on the card he said, “I’ve got to run because I have an appointment in half an hour, but I can’t wait to talk with you some more. I’ll bet you’ve got some great stories to tell. I heard about you being on that reality show, you know.”

I blushed. I was kind of hoping that he hadn’t heard about that because he would never believe that I would make it through the entire show.

“Ok. I’ll see you tonight.”

As Jaron left, I was already trying to decide what I was going to wear.

Once I was home, I rifled through my closet because I had to find something that was just right. Sexy, but not slutty. Alluring, but not too obvious. I’d never really been like this before. When I went on a date, I knew it was purely a prelude to sex. With Jaron though — I just wasn’t sure about that. I mean, it could have been. Maybe that’s all he remembered about me. In which case, it wouldn’t matter what I wore. But maybe…never mind. I finally just picked something and went to have my shower before our date.

He picked me up at 7, just like he said he would. We went to the restaurant, we talked, and we laughed. It was a proper date. There were no trips to the bathroom for a quick fuck in the stalls, no grabbing under the table.

And I have to admit, it was kind of nice. Conversation — genuine conversation, not the kind where you were just trying to convince the other person to have sex with you — was nice.

“So, what have you been doing all these years, Jaron?”

“Well, I got married.”

“You’re married?”

I’m sure he must have seen the disappointment on my face, but he didn’t show that he noticed.

“Was married. I was in a rush to settle down. She was there. We got married. It was stupid, really. Neither of us was prepared for it. It ended badly.”

“Wow, I’m really sorry Jaron.”

“Ya, me too. I really was looking for someone to settle down with, you know? I was so tired of that life that we used to lead. Fucking someone new every night. Parties, orgies, threesomes…it just got tiring. And it all felt so — purposeless, I guess. You must know what I mean.”

It might have only been recently that I was figuring it out, but I did. I nodded my head.

“I guess I just rushed it. So, I’ve been pretty focused on my work since the divorce. I quit the advertising job. I heard you quit the business, too? I started my own business. Online believe it or not. A friend of mine told me about how he was making web sites about stuff that he was interested in anyway. Stuff he was learning about. Stuff he was passionate about. And he made money with the advertising. So I started a site on relationships and my quest for something real. Believe it or not, people loved it.”

“And you live off that?”

“Oh, I sold that site. Got $300,000 for it. I’m working on building apps now.”

“Wow — you sure got it together.”

“What about you? I heard about that reality show.”

He smirked. I knew he was teasing me.

“Ya. I did that reality show but I proved everyone wrong, didn’t I? I made it all the way through the year with no sex, no masturbation.”

“And got paid?”

“You bet.”

“And did you learn anything?”

“Like what?” No one had ever asked me if I’d learned anything.

“Well, when we knew each other before, sex was everything, right? I learned that it wasn’t when I went through the whole marriage thing and then the divorce. Not that I’m a eunuch or anything, but I don’t need it like I used to. My life isn’t focused on getting laid and getting kinky. Did going without mean anything to you?”

I had to think about that. I didn’t think it did, but it was after I got off the show that I started having all those feelings, started noticing the couples in the park, and all that stuff.

I changed the topic because I didn’t know how to answer him.

We finished our dinner in a good mood, and then he brought me back to my place. He pulled up to the front of the building but didn’t turn off the car.

“Thanks for a great night Jaron. I really missed you.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” he said and leaned in for a kiss. I eagerly leaned in to accept it and was surprised at how, well, chaste it was. Not even any tongue. So, I did what I do and pulled him back as he eased off and put some passion into it. He kissed me back and I am sure he felt the same heat that I did.

But he pulled away and said, “I’ll call you in the next day or so ok? I’ve got a bit of a busy schedule but I would like to see you again.”

That was it? I was kind of put off. I was not used to this.

“Umm…ok. You have my number, right?”

I had to get out of there. I sounded desperate.

“I do. I really will call you Verdanna.”

“I know,” I said, trying to sound more confident that I really was.

I tried to stop the tears that were escaping as I got in the elevator. This wasn’t me — crying over some guy. Even if it was a guy I really liked. A guy I’d been daydreaming about for a week. I guy I’d been fantasizing about and having night dreams about, too.

Damn.

The only way I knew to get rid of my frustrations was to grab a vibrator from the box under my bed and have a good orgasm. And that’s exactly what I did.

Sliding the vibrator between my wet folds, I tried to think about the raunchiest thing that I could bring to mind. I tried thinking of Julio and the back alley fun we had. I tried thinking about that cute lesbian. I tried thinking about the orgy on the beach. But no matter what, Jaron’s image kept coming to mind and instead of thinking of stuff that was just pure sex and just getting off, I pictured us making love. I saw us in a relationship like Denise and Danny and Raymund and Jenelle.

And can you believe when I finally came, a damn tear rolled down my cheek?