Tyler Gifts Me A Bong
Tyler showed up in his car yesterday. He brought me a small bong to keep. He was heading out to the army for a three-week training course and it was his last day before leaving. He wanted to get smashed with me.
We sat out the front chatting. That’s where a touch of my cough began to emerge. Tyler said he had two things for me, but because Scarlett (the eve) was coming over ten minutes after, we never got the chance. The bong was heaps good though.
Scarlett rang ten minutes later. I said to Tyler that we could hang out around 6pm.
Scarlett (The Eve) came over to my house just like we planned. She showed up in her friend’s BMW. She turned up two hours later than midday so we could head down to the Mount Annan Botanic Gardens.
Nursing An Anxious Cough
Having her over my house really didn’t bother me. Who cares if my parents saw or whether my neighbors were looking? She wasn’t my show pony. But in a way, she made me proud to show her off to any observant eyes in the lurch.
The coughing arose however, because of everything being a performance.
I remember saying to friends, “Oh, I don’t want to do that because it will mean I’m performing.” But now, even having fun with my friends is a challenge, an insecurity that estranges me from my need to abstain from performing to the act of stage fright.
Frolic With Scarlett In Mount Annan Botanic Gardens
The botanical gardens were good because there was no one else there. We sat down just off from a pathway, in between all these bushes.
Because the ground was wet, we lay on her leather jacket.
“We are insatiable for each other,” I said to her once when we were laying down at the botanical gardens.
Scarlett was wearing black transparent skimp underwear with colored polka dots and decorative strings on the hip sides. Her black top was pulled up to reveal her bra underneath. The bra was nice and a match.
We rolled around kissing, feeling a touch awkward. She mentioned that it was like we had to get acquainted with each other all over again.
She undone my pants but we never took them off. I undone her pant buttons and wiggled my finger down there.
After rummaging around in our little spot at the Mount Annan Botanic Gardens, we went to another spot.
Having Sex In The Botanic Gardens
When we were done there, we headed into the car. That’s where the sex began.
We screwed in the backseat. We weren’t going to have sex at first, at least, not until she pulled me out and we got naked. Then she wanked me right at the front of her pussy so that the tip of my cock was vibrating just inside her.
Some horniness later, she hopped on top. Along with all her shedding little pubic hairs, sweat and black things on top of me, we had great sex. The windows fogged up. She gave me head.
Then after twenty minutes we threw some clothes back on and left.
Having Sex At Minto Lookout
From there we headed to the top of the hill near Minto on the corners of Raby road and Campbelltown road where we used to ride our bikes down a steep hill. That’s where we had our best sex, and I eventually came while she was riding on top of me.
The windows were fogged up and Scarlett’s leg was sticking out of her driver’s door. When we were done, we noticed a truck sitting there watching us. He eventually left when we closed the car doors.
From there we went back to my house. We had a shower together. Then we came back into my bedroom for some hugs, kisses, and then obviously, some more pounding good sex on my waterbed. Scarlett loved it. Finally, she got to have two orgasms, both presumably by my fingering and oral.
Scarlett went down on me a second time. We had more sex on sex, but I never went off a second time. An hour or two into our sex session, I gave up chasing for a release.
Scarlett Gives Me A Classy Present
Scarlett done the sweetest thing when mentioning she had some presents for me.
She had a collector’s edition booklet for “Miss Saigon” in her bag.
She also gifted me a classy Easter bunny chocolate egg, which, together with the booklet, spelt out pure class.
I didn’t say much at the time because it was a surprise. Afterwards, when I had a chance to look at the Miss Saigon collector’s edition booklet, I knew it was a nice, special and unique thing to do. I gave her the burnt “Joe” CD in return, but it was nothing compared.
Not Wanting To Leave Each Other
We lay on my bed not wanting to leave each other in the last two hours, hugging and having her head resting on my arm, as we chatted and laughed. Scarlett didn’t want to go home any time soon. As both we were content, we laid our insatiable selves there.
For the last time in the night we came to the bathroom to shower together.
“Could you bend over and pick that up for me,” I said to the eve.
She knew what my sly remarks were insinuating.
She bent down saying, “What, this one,” in a cheeky questioning way.
Back in the bedroom we went through a long-drawn phase of her getting ready to drop the car off and head home. She put on one piece of clothing, lay in my lap as we looked at my photo albums, put something else on, and then lay in my lap again.
Eventually, after receiving some more oral stimulation and an orgasm from me, she popped on her top, gave me some more hugs, some more kisses, and then we walked out the front and to her car.
We both said that once she was gone, and when she was home, it was going to feel lonely for the next few hours. Scarlett left soon after that.
I felt a little lonely when she left. It made me long to be with her more. Still, the memories were nice.
Getting Closer To Scarlett
The next afternoon the eve rang me up on the phone.
She mentioned, “If I could, I would have stayed at your house for another night, doing it all over again.”
It felt nice to hear those words because I mentioned to her the night before that it wouldn’t put me out to head out into the city to meet up with her every second day.
Our relationship is getting closer. It is only a matter of time before we get together again.
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
