Dating Woman With Asberger's

Last year I found Marnie on a dating site who seemed very intellectual and hence my match, but when I met her I immediately found her behavior rather strange in a way I couldn't quite describe to myself. But it wasn't long before she openly told me that she was on the Asberger's-autism spectrum, which explained a lot. She often didn't understand things with shades of meaning, but was extremely blunt about almost everything she talked about. Our first date was at an art gallery, and while she certainly enjoyed some of it our tastes seemed rather different, so there wasn't a lot to talk about there. She was thin, more dainty than cute but certainly not bad looking, and felt like she had a lot of energy, but only rarely displayed it.

Afterwards went out on a balcony to talk outside a while. She had a music degree and did individual lessons for a living, but lived with her parents still in her late 20's. It also turned out that the place she lived in Chicago where she studied was a mile from where I once lived, though at a different and shorter time. I told her about some of my studies in history and literature, but she didn't seem very interested in it, though I think what her lack of expression really meant was that she hadn't studied those areas. Her knowledge was pretty narrowly focused on music and parts of psychology, and often kept coming back to those in the conversation, almost as if she didn't know what else to talk about.

She suggested we go to my car, and we sat there a while longer, talking about dating experience. She soon admitted that she didn't like very much physical touch, and wasn't into kissing or sex, but had many dates with guys in Chicago where she usually either gave them a handjob, or watched them jerk off. I said that of course my experience was wider, but I enjoyed a good handjob. I mentioned I got hard talking about this and she asked to see, so I unzipped and showed her my erection. Soon she had her right hand gripped tightly around it, with surprising strength, and pumped me solidly with an earnest look on her face, very steadily for several minutes until I started to spasm and ejaculated all over her hand and my pants. She laughed a bit, and then asked if I had something to wipe up with, unfortunately I had nothing to spare but it wasn't that cold yet in the year so I took off my shirt, throwing it in the backseat after we used it to clean off as best we could. I thanked her and took her back to her car.

I thought that might be it, since she said she often just had dates with guys once in Chicago and never saw them again. But we did get together several more times. Once I gave her directions to my house, but she was totally confused by the street directions and called me when she was lost; she gave the street corner and I realized she was just 6 blocks away, so I walked over there and guided her in the rest of the way. At my tiny house we again talked a while, this time more about her family and how she liked them but also liked to get away when she could without telling anyone to live her own life. Again, this ended in a nice handjob, this time with me on the bed and her in a chair so she could direct my cum onto a towel. The lighting was much better this time and she seemed to get a delicious kick out of watching me lose control and spew my cum.

At a third date, she met me at a library I worked at in the evening very near where she sometimes gave lessons, and I took a break so we could go into the empty back room where she jerked me off into a wastebasket. On our fourth and last date, she invited me to her house while her parents were on vacation, a largish split-level in the outer suburbs. This time she let me watch her naked in a bath and even take a picture with her face covered so I can remember her nude body. She wanted me to stay over, I knew we couldn't cuddle overnight but she did let me touch her a little bit more this time, and then again jerked me off both before bedtime and in the morning before I left. But frankly it was harder and harder dealing with her strange mannerisms, and doubtless for her to deal with my lack of understanding of how to relate to her, so when I said something about that she simply said, "OK," and closed the door on this brief, strange, but "with benefits" relationship.