Andrea didn’t get along well with her mother. I assumed that was the reason she was never in the slightest hurry to leave. She was introduced to me by Melisa, who was on of my all time favorites, but was retiring, temporarily at least, due to pressure from her ex-husband. As a sort of parting gift or consolation prize, she brought Andrea with her one afternoon, to see if I was interested.
There was no question that Andrea was cute enough. And she was easy going. If it were just a matter of looks and temperament, Andrea would have had the bases covered. But of course it isn’t that simple. She was okay with sex, even seemed to enjoy it, but here’s where the pure vanilla comes in. Every time it was the same. She would strip down to her bra. She never took it off, ashamed of her small breasts I presume. Then she would close her eyes and allow me to do her missionary style. Her eyes were closed and so were her lips, which she would let me kiss if I so chose. And that was about it. Oh, she might move during the act, even moan, but that was it.
The sex wasn’t all that was pure vanilla. Apparently, in addition to vanilla sex, she also liked the smell of vanilla perfume, assuming it was actually perfume and not simply vanilla extract. I don’t dislike the smell of vanilla, as such. I don’t dislike the smell of spaghetti sauce either, but I don’t find either particularly erotic, although I suppose vanilla was preferable.
Andrea was a ‘good girl.’ She went to church, sang in the choir and it became clear to me that she wanted some sort of girlfriend arrangement with me. That is, I wouldn’t pay per visit, but I would give her money when she needed it. Unfortunately, that seemed to be almost constantly.
So I took a step back and looked at the situation and decided that despite her pleasant looks and personality, our ‘relationship’ was going nowhere. So the last time she called asking if she could come over, I explained that she was very pretty and very nice, but that our ‘relationship’ didn’t have much going for it and I didn’t care to continue. And that, my friends, was that.