My Dog is a C*#?% Block (Part 2)

I wanted to ask Sweet But Has Boring Friends if he was gay or straight, but I didn’t know what the etiquette was. Plus she was in deep conversation with her boring friends so it’d be tough to drag her away. I continued to play the game in my head, and then noticed it was almost one in the morning. I had to get back to the Barkersteins. I was late and the dogs were going to be nuts!

I said goodbye to my friend when “Straight or Gay?” jumped up to leave with

me. We walked out, and he offered to grab me a cab. I told him I was going to walk a little, so he started walking me home. Next thing you know we’re kissing on the corner. While I was kissing him I kept thinking, is he straight or gay? I just didn’t know. I was really attracted to him, but when we kissed it didn’t do it for me. But maybe it was because I was still asking that nagging question.

We kept walking, and then he started doing something that isn’t straight or gay. It’s weird. Whenever we stopped walking he’d take his fingers and do this weird pushing thing on my spine. Some type of accupuncture I guess. Luckily it was dark because my face was showing fear and a little bit of pain. Sweetly, I said, thanks for

the massage? I shouldn’t of encouraged him because he kept doing it every time we weren’t walking, but I really wanted to know what the hell he was doing.Then I just started kissing him because anything was better than this weird thing up and down my back. Was this supposed to be a turn on? It felt like a medical procedure. The kissing was definitely getting hotter so I overlooked the odd massage.

We finally got back to my apartment, and he asked me if I wanted him to come up. I did want him to, but I still wasn’t sure. I thought there was only one way to really find out so I was going in. We needed to really test things in the lab. These weren’t unchartered waters. I wasn’t the first woman in this dilemma. As long as he cut the shit out he was doing to my back I figured it'd be

okay.

Once we were in the elevator I remembered the dogs. So I told him about them and asked him if he could do something for me. I told him to walk in the apartment and immediately sit on the floor. If he stood there I figured it’d be worse, but if he got down on their level I hoped it’d be better.

TO BE CONTINUED...