The Time I Hooked Up With A Guy Who Showed Me A Magic Trick
So, there was this couple that I had been friends with since high school & Every weekend they’d have get togethers at their house. You never knew who or how many people would be there and It was never anything too outrageous but, there would always be a story.
One night I was at their house and it was actually a pretty quiet night. Just us 3. We were playing our usual drinking card games when my friends invited a friend of theirs from high school over. We’ll call him Justin since he looks like Justin Long. This was my first time ever meeting Justin and he had brought a friend along with him.
All 5 of us carry on the night playing drinking games and surprisingly Justin’s friend and I got along really well. We were laughing and flirting and having a great time, all while Justin remained fairly quiet. But then, in the middle of Justin’s friend and I bonding, I faintly hear Justin ask me “Do you want to see a magic trick?”
No, this wasn’t a question that would lead into something perverted. He genuinely wanted to show me a magic trick. I practically broke my neck to answer. I was intrigued by the slight of hand but, also by the man who had been almost mute the whole night aside from this moment. The first trick was so good, I asked for more. While Justin continued to flex his magic, his friend and I proceeded to flirt.
The night was dying down and Justin and his friend were the first to head out. As they got in their cars and headed down the driveway, I turned to my friend and said
“he’s going to message me”.
“Justin. I’m calling it, he’s going to message me”
Call it a woman’s intuition or whatever you will, but I just knew. 20 minutes went by and my 6th sense didn’t fall short. The message arrived… a very direct message in-fact. It was Justin, and all he wrote was “come over” followed by his address.
I knew what I wanted to do with that message… I was fresh out of a 3 year toxic relationship and hooking up with a hot magician would definitely help kickstart my newly single lifestyle. But, the not-so-appealing side of the situation began to creep in. The thought of showing up to a random address of a man whom I barely knew in the middle of the night, started to feel less sexy and more of a sign of desperation on my part. So, I didn’t go.
I knew his type enough to know that 1. I would see him again and 2. that my window of opportunity would never shut. Men like him see women as conquests. They don’t care how long you make them wait because the desire to sleep with you never goes away. Even with knowing this about him, the fight to not give it up to him so easily was indeed just that. I was figuratively fighting with myself not to sleep with him. I don’t know how to create a visual of a sexy magician and his quiet yet confident demeanor was.. take my word for it… hard to resist.
As I was heading home, I realized the address he gave me was only 3 minutes away from where I lived. The convenience of him living so close made the craving practically intolerable. The universe clearly wanted me to throw my initial intentions to go home alone, out the window.
So… I caved. I messaged him.
If going to his house made me feel as if Im coming across as desperate, then inviting him to my house instead would give me the power in this situation. At least, that’s what I told myself.
I’m now standing in my kitchen with Justin and I quickly learned that he doesn’t waste any time making you aware of what he wants. I’m leaned back on the granite countertop with my legs wrapped around his waist, he moves his hands to undress me but, I politely reposition his hands.
Another attempt to regain power and another example of me overthinking, I tell him “I don’t want to have sex”. His mood shifted, which I expected, but I had no intention of wasting his time. I casually proposed an alternative, “I’ll suck your dick instead though”.
I’m on my knees and staring back at me is a Goliath cock. I then took something I had learned while in cosmetology school and incorporated it into this moment. I put on my poker face & convincingly inform him “I’ve never done this before”.
Y’see, I was taught to “under promise so, you can overachieve”, because when you under promise it’s allowing the person to lower their expectations, that way if it turns out like shit then they’re not disappointed.
But, by you under promising and their expectations low, this also gives you an opportunity to overachieve. Therefore, exceeding their expectations. When I was taught this phrase it was in reference to hair/makeup/nails but, it also does it’s purpose in this moment too.
As “Eye of the Tiger” began to theoretically play and I accepted my role as the star of the show (the main character if you will), I gave that man the Ultimate Sloppy Toppy Gluck Gluck 3000 Deluxe. I went full pornstar. I made that baby arm between his legs my bitch.
The credits were now rolling. I wiped my face and took a bow, because I knew, that. I. had. over.achieved.
The magician and I did wind up having sex the following week. It’s been 5 years since I gave my “first blowjob” and after checking in, I’m in his “Top 2”. And I believe wholeheartedly that it was 20% skill and 80% due to his expectations being low. Who knows, maybe even less skill than that.
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