- by jessica rodrigo/[email protected]
- Originally published February 13, 2013 at 4:03 p.m., updated February 13, 2013 at 6:05 p.m.
About the lovebirds
Rachel Heyde, 16, and Brandon Ellis, 17, are West High School seniors. Their friends say they’re never without the other. This year, they will celebrate their fourth anniversary. They’ve known each other since third grade, and in July 2009 at …
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About the lovebirds
Rachel Heyde, 16, and Brandon Ellis, 17, are West High School seniors. Their friends say they’re never without the other. This year, they will celebrate their fourth anniversary. They’ve known each other since third grade, and in July 2009 at church camp, the two became more than friends.
The young couple usually spends their time hanging out with friends at the movies or going on group dates.
Next year, the couple will head to Texas A&M together and start a whole new set of chapters in their lives.
“We’re really lucky,” Rachel said through a smile.
The search for the perfect soul mate is a daunting one. There are awkward first dates, awful cases of word vomit or – even worse – actual vomit. Add in a community that isn’t exactly known for its romantic tendencies, the task of getting a date can feel hopeless.
Alas, the silver lining of love can be found anywhere, even in the Golden Crescent.
For 21-year-old Tony Bermea, the main culprit of the lack of romance in town can be pointed to one thing – location, location, location.
“There just aren’t very many places to go,” he said.
Bermea said bars aren’t his ideal scene to let Cupid’s arrows fly. He is more keen to find a special someone while studying on campus. “When you’re in school, you meet like-minded people,” he said.
But what next? What’s your move after you have met a person who catches your fancy?
Nancy Braus, an etiquette teacher in Hallettsville, said if you have an eye on someone, there is only one answer – make the first move.
Communication, over all else, is the most important step. Braus said it can help make meeting that special someone easy.
But cool it with the texting and Facebook messages. With all the different forms of social media and technology available to replace face-to-face contact, Braus said a lot of new dangers abound for those looking for love.
“A lot of fabrication can go into dating with technology,” she said. “When you’re dating someone you met through (technology), there’s so much disappointment.”
She encouraged people to meet each other in person early on in the relationship. Have dinner, visit a park, do something that requires conversation and interaction. Sometimes, the ability to talk to someone else is the hardest thing to do, but once it has been checked off the list, the next two might seem like a breeze.
Spending time together helps eligible bachelors and bachelorettes get to know each other. Shared experiences, like bowling, fishing, eating the same foods, help build common ground for relationships.
“You can know someone physically without knowing them intimately,” she said. “The principal rule is know who you are dating.”
Though bars aren’t Bermea’s cup of tea, for most people, it is where the seed of romance begins.
Bartending veteran Mato Meyers, who works at Steve-A-Reno’s Rock & Roll Blues Bar, said she’s been the medium for many romantic love affairs – both long-lasting affairs and short, one-night wonders. The spark of romance, however, is a rare occurrence.
“In about a week, I might have one person order a drink for someone,” she said. “It doesn’t happen as often as you think.”
But she explained that doing your homework could help. Watch the person – don’t stalk – and see what they’re drinking. Or if you want to seize the moment, ask the bartender what the person is drinking and buy them another one. An easy rule for girls, buy something fruity or universal, a Cape cod or chocolate martini. For guys, go with a beer – as long as he’s drinking a beer.
“A lot of my customers will buy drinks for other people, but I think it’s because they’re more old-fashioned,” Meyers said.
What if you don’t want the drink or the relationship for that matter?
“Always say something positive – there is always something nice to say – and it’s best not to say it in a text,” Braus said. “Break it down to reality. If it’s not going anywhere, you can make it clear.”
Bermea, who is single by choice, said he believes fate will find him the right person eventually. For now, he’ll stick to the books and focus on school.
“I’m doing my own thing. … I’m trying to establish myself as a person first.”
WANT TO BOOK SOME ROMANCE?
So many of you guys work out and see hotties at the gym.
And I’m sure all of you have heard women say that they hate meeting men at the gym.
They don’t feel pretty.
They feel sweaty.
All right, just seeing if you’re paying attention, maybe they don’t stink, but you get the idea.
But the gym has always been one of my favorite places to meet women.
Because I don’t think like the regular guy.
Most guys think they need to go over and ask her out immediately.
And most guys spend so much time trying to find the perfect thing to say that they don’t do the simple things that you can do at the gym.
So here are a few ways that you can become the social man at the gym, and attract all the sweaty women that you previously just stared at:
Last week I was going through some of my beloved mothers personal items (she is 4 years in heaven). As I was going through some of my mom’s things, I found my father’s jewelry box and tucked away amidst his Irish Step Dancing Medals was a note … a love note my mother wrote to him before they married. So, it is probably Circa 1957.
I come from an Irish family, so they did not lavish a ton of physical affection upon you. A hug and a kiss meant the worrld to me. It was not idly given or thrown away. Words and actions counted and meant something. My parents loved their children dearly and they showed it in their selfless behavior, their care in providing a stable & loving home and their zest for developing our mind and talents. A poem, a letter, a smile with a nod and wink, or sharing themselves over a cup of tea is how my parents communicated love. And, I was lucky ~ I felt very loved!
So, when the care was taken to write a poem and expose your heart, it prodded you to take notice and realize how difficult it might have been … but it was so important, it had to be said.
Here is a poem written by my mom, Patricia L. Kelly O’Connor to her soon to be husband, Kenneth F. O’Connor in 1957:
Should I say I miss you
Do you think I dare,
Say I miss your smile
Or, how you miss my hair?
Say I miss your joking,
Or, the twinkle in your eye,
Say I miss your hand in mind
How I hate to say, “goodbye?”
Say I miss your dancing,
How we stay out so late
Say I’ve had more fun with you,
Than any other date?
Say I like the talks we’ve had
How I enjoyed your every word?
If I should say all this to you,
Would you think me absurd?
I know you think me silly
And serious, not a mite
But, should I say I miss you
Since you last told me “goodnight?”
Should I say these things to you?
I stop … I hesitate … then sigh …
I guess I really shouldn’t …
But maybe … dear me, “Should I?”
It’s innocent & touching and reveals her heart … and that gives me goosepimples!
Chatting A view of the mysterious world of on line chatting View Author’s Copyright Information She doesn t know my hair is thinning or see the wrinkles around my eyes or that my beard needs trimming, and I wonder does she realize while we sit here in our rooms and chat, our fingers clicking on the keys forming words, expressing this and that, not knowing if we re going to tease, not knowing if we ll reach through space and in that world above the world, imagining each other s face, touch and have our passion twirled like string, our fingers pulling tight, pulling at each other s minds, wondering if we re wrong or right to follow who our chatting finds.
And I wonder what she s wearing.
Is she in a robe or some old shirt? And does she like this time we re sharing or is she here to play and flirt? And does she find my words alluring as she s looking at the screen, each sentence going off exploring though I wonder what they mean.
And I watch her words appearing, and smile at what s she s saying, And though it s with my eyes I m hearing, I like the sassy way she s playing.
She doesn t know I m drinking wine when I send my cool words back.
And I wonder if she likes my line, or if our posing ways will crack.
And I wonder what her life is like as our fingers talk and somehow reach inside the other s hearts to strike a chord that transcends speech.
And suddenly we re asking more as our fascination grows.
And our hearts begin to pour as our sudden caring shows.
And it doesn t matter what we re wearing as we sit in our distant rooms.
It only matters what we re sharing and what the other one assumes.
And somehow as we reach through space and with our words we touch and kiss, imagining each other s face and hope we re finding bliss.
Who knows where this chat will end when we disappear from the screen? Will we become each others friend– lovers in this world between, living in this atmosphere, never knowing where we are, or will we both just disappear and fade like a falling star?
My Teacher 2 An interesting conversation with my band director’s husband leads me to an unexpected experience.
I recommend reading my first story “My Teacher” for a little more background on how my band director and I began our relationship with each other.
This is a story taking place the day after my first encounter with her.
This is a true story and one of my absolute favorite weekends of all time.
We had arrived back home that Monday from honor band, and she and I both dreaded having to leave those dorms behind.
Neither of us were completely sure of what her husband’s reaction to our play time would be.
They were swingers, but he was also a very picky person when it came to the men that he let have his wife.
There was absolutely no denying the fact that we had fucked the night before, because there was no way for us to hide the half dozen hand shaped bruises, hickeys covering her body, and slight limp she had when she walked.
Her riding my cock the night before had left us both tired and her extremely sore throughout her entire body.
I rode home with her so I could pick up my truck that I had left at their home for the weekend, and to talk to her husband about what we had done in the dorms.
We walked in the door and he immediately knew without even having to ask us.
He turned to me and said, “Well, was she any good?” I jokingly replied, “Yea, you married one hell of a slut.” That immediately lightened the mood as the three of us started laughing in the middle of their living room.
Then he asked me, “Did she show you a little bit of what she does for me?” I went to open my mouth and she smiled that devilish smile that I love so much and put a finger over my lips.
“Why don’t we just show him?” she asked.
Then she dropped to her knees right in front of her husband and began to rip away the button of my blue jeans and threw them to the floor.
I was standing there more or less in shock at the fact that she was doing this in front of her husband, but my biggest surprise came when he walked over to the chair and just sat down to watch.
Her skillful fingers had my cock out and nearly at full mast before I really had time to take in everything going on around me.
Then I felt that magical mouth begin to work its tongue on the underside of my cock head, and all of my inhibitions about it completely disappeared.
She was sucking my cock like she was possessed and she wasn’t going to stop until she had drained me of every single drop of cum.
She began taking her clothes and throwing them over in the direction of her husband, never taking her attention away from my throbbing head.
Her moans began deep in her throat as she started rubbing her clit in unison with her mouth and tongue on my cock.
Her husband in the back of the room had already removed his own dick from his shorts and that is the moment when I realized exactly why she wanted a fuck toy like me.
Her husband was about average, and not nearly as long or as thick as I am.
He sat in the back of the room stroking his cock as she worked her mouth over me.
I began to feel that pressure building up telling me that I was getting close to cumming down her throat.
So I grabbed her and pulled her up off of her knees and threw her down over the arm of the couch next to the door.
Seeing my hand print bruises on her lily white skin turned me on in a way that I had never fully understood at the time.
This time, instead of stopping and testing to see if I would hurt her, I just shoved my cock into her sore pussy as hard and deep as I could.
She screamed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and that was like throwing gasoline onto my fire.
My hand grabbed forward into the back of her hair pulling her back to kiss me as I slammed myself deep into her.
I have always been good with my words and that day was no exception.
I whispered into her ear calling her a little cum slut, stopping and making her beg for me to fuck her some more.
Her moans grew louder and more frequent.
She started screaming that she was cumming and I would take her right to the edge before I brought my had down hard on her ass causing the pain to take over.
I fucked her like this for about half an hour bringing her right up to the edge every few minutes but never letting her go over into that pure pleasure.
I stopped and pulled out of her for a moment just so I could flip her over and fuck her amazing pussy from another angle.
By now I had completely forgotten about her husband on the other side of the room.
As I looked over he was cleaning his cum off of his chest and stomach.
I couldn’t help but smile at the effect we were having on him, and judging by the smile on his face he liked it too.
I had never had a rush like that before, knowing that we could have that effect and that he liked watching his wife get used like that.
I turned back to her laying on her back with her rose colored ass stuck up in the air for me to take whenever I wanted.
I stepped forward again and began to rub my hard cock up and down her slit stopping at the top to rub small circles around her hard clit.
I brought my head down right to her entrance and slowly teased it barely in and out of her.
she tried to bring her had down to her clit to get some extra pleasure, but I slapped it away making her beg for my cock.
Finally after ten minutes of teasing her entrance with my head I slowly pressed myself in until my balls rested against her ass.
I settled myself into a slow smooth rhythm of strokes, her moans were so loud that I knew the neighbors could hear us.
I gradually picked up the pace, moving faster and faster until I finally got back up to basically brutally pounding her pussy.
All I cared about at that point was releasing the cum that was boiling inside my balls.
She screamed out and squirted so hard that it covered the couch and our sweaty bodies.
I stepped around to her head and she began again sucking my cock into her mouth and down her tight throat.
She bobbed her head up and down taking me deeper than anyone had ever done before.
I fucked her throat with a steady pace.
I told her that I was ready to cum and I wanted to cum on her face, but she had other plans as she grabbed my ass and pulled me deep into her throat one last time so she could swallow my huge load.
She didn’t let a single drop escape as she sucked me dry and cleaned every drop of her and my cum off of my cock.
Her husband was still in his chair and all he did was clap for me.
He looked at me and said, “Well It looks like my wife is going to keep you as a toy whether I want her to or not.” She sat up and said, “As long as you keep fucking me like that, you are welcome to my body as much as you want it.” I just told them thanks for the amazing couple of days and that I would see them again soon.
I got dressed and returned home, tired and covered in sweat and cum.
I think my dad may have noticed but he didn’t say a thing as I walked to my shower.
Thanks to everybody for the comments on my first story.
This one may be somewhat shorter but I really hope that you enjoy it.
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