Lolita Wolf's Predictions & Predilections

I had my first close encounter with Dude at one of those parties hosted by close friends. A carefully chosen guest list. Favorite foods. Fun lighting. Some rules to make it safe for everybody. Mood music. A lot of puppy piles and touching. Very comfortable. Except for Dude.

“Oooo! I am touching Lolita. I can’t believe I am touching Lolita.” I extricated myself from that and left the room. It annoyed me. This was supposed to be comfortable friends being comfortable with each other. I didn’t like somebody who hardly knew me to be pawing me while awed by my celebrity. There are times when I am the celebrity and times when I just want to be one of the gang.

When the next party was being planned, I confided to Boymeat that I didn’t want Dude there. Boymeat countered, “Dude is a really good guy. He was just a bit nervous. Give him another chance.” I relented and it went okay. This may have been partially because I remained a bit aloof. I also suspected that Boymeat may have had a little chat with Dude.

After a few more parties, Dude and I became more comfortable with each other. (For the record, Dude says that I give a better blowjob than Boymeat.) And, now, Dude and his wife are in the running to be added to my stable of fuckbuddies. Oh, yes, I did say and his wife. He is married to Dudette and I happen to like her, too. I have a special fondness for couples.