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Again, this takes place in 2003. December, if I remember correctly... This was in the middle of a huge sarging blitz, I believe I went out 13 nights in a 16 nights period, culminating in that threesome that caused so much flaming just because I didn't put my dick inside a vagina. Anyways.... Unfortunately I never wrote an FR for this, so I'm gonna have to recollect as best as I can events from nearly 6 years ago. This actually was my first ONS.. Sorta. I didn't fuck the chick. But I did go home to her place. So it doesn't REALLY count as an ONS...
My peacocking had gotten a bit wilder by then. I had PVC pants though I wasn't wearing them all the time, and platform boots. I believe this is what they looked like http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/111/1/AAAAAvQPpU8AAAAAAREbzw.png?v=1213888376000
One thing I gotta say though, the boots themselves got me a lot of attention. They were different for sure, showed some kind of edge probably, but weren't creepy weird like PVC pants, or things other people have tried. At least that's what I remember about the boots. They gave birth to one of my favourite opener, one night at a club, where I walked up to a seated set, plopped my booted foot on the couch they were sitting on, stared at them in the eyes and asked "do these boots... make me look fat?"
Now this story I didn't use any such opener. In fact I can't quite remember how the set got opened. It was a pretty large one. A couple of girls, maybe 2 guys or so. They were all getting drunk. And they all weren't that hot. I was with my faithful wing EB, and we were having a blast that night.
So we get in this set, and there's clearly 2 targets: a fattie brunette, and a chubby blonde. The other chick who was less chubby than these two was occuped with 2 chumpy guys, and was pretty much out of the picture until the punch in the groin.
EB and I get to work on the 2 chicks. I believe the reason we stuck with these 2 is we were out with another guy, and he was just approaching EVERY chick in the bar, getting blown out, and just putting out a bad vibe. We didn't want to associate too much with that, so we stuck with these two. And they were both into us, lathering us up with beer very well. That's a detail I remember vividly, especially the chick I was working on was getting me drunk. It was obvious why. She wanted me to have real good beer goggles! And she wanted to get laid.
So we talk, I keep up the C&F coming naturally, just fucking around, helped along by the beer. I can't recall anything about the conversation, not that it really matters. I do remember some "us vs them" frame, where I frame her and me as having some kind of bond and being cool together, different from the rest of the uncool people. Very powerful stuff. I still do that nowadays, I just didn't have a name for it back then beyond "C&F Frames". it's not really C&F though, although back then I injected it with lots of C&F.
Another important detail I remember about this one was that she had a borefriend, who was out of town for the holidays. Bingo. Out of town borefriend, chick who's lathering me up real good.... We know what she wants.
Closing time came, and that's when chaos erupted. Obviously her friends keow she had a borefriend. And the 3rd chick got really pissed and upset at that, screaming at me and her not to be a slut, not to do this. But my chick was determined. I suppose she did this a lot, it seemed like something they argue about often. So my target kept telling the friend that I was gay, it's ok, nothing to worry about (really, she musta rehearsed this many times!). And that's when the friend chick comes and punches me in the groin!
Thank god she was a drunk chick, it barely hurt. So I actually shouted at her "NEVER FUCKIN DO THIS AGAIN", pushed her away and I probably had the most evil angry look on my face I've ever had and stepped menacingly in her direction. She ran away, and I turned around to find my target scrolling through her address book.. I was thinking it was done for (huh?) and she was deleting my number, but instead she called my cellphone to make sure I had her # (yeah I hadn't even asked hers lol) so I could call her again. The friend and the guys disappeared, leaving me and EB alone outside the bar once it closed.
EB is a good wing. "Jumping on the grenade" he did, he took his target by the hand and led her a few meters away and started making out with her, completely distracting her. This gave me and my target the chance to tell each other "let's go get poutine" and thus the set was seperated. (EB had no intention of laying the chubby blonde, he was merely distracting her and splitting the set apart. He walked her to the bus after that and never saw her ever again haha!).
We eat, we slow-dance to Elvis playing outside McDonald's, and take a cab to her place.
This is where things got ugly.
At her place, obviously she wanted to get laid. We talk a bit, and I wasn't making any moves on her... I wasn't even touching her. Maybe I was sobering up. There's also the fact I was still a virgin, so this kind of freezing up seems very common... Whatever the case, she tried one last-ditch effort that just turned me off:
As I was getting the blankets ready on the couch to go to sleep, she came back out of her bedroom wearing nothing but a GREEN AND ORANGE THONG and a PINK BELLY SHIRT showing off just how humongous her belly was. Fuckety yuck! If the beer and the lack of experience made my dick limp already, this made it retreat all the way inside. I kissed her on the forehead and wish her good night, and woke up the next morning still wearing my contacts and a pussy wrapped around my neck.
And by pussy, this one time, I do mean a baby cat, purring happily, warmed by the heat exuding from my neck. Bastard! Well I guess I did get some pussy that night haha!
The story doesn't end here...
I went home, and got a call from her a few days later as I was out clubbing again. Yup, my first booty call. She was saying she was bored at home, blablabla askign what I was doing, etc. I said I'd call her back.. And never did, thank god. I guess she really was that disgusting. Beer goggles are real, they don't make chicks look better but they do make you care less LOL. And the goggles were long gone by then.
And the story's not over yet! Although I never did see her ever again, here's the twisted part. We all know the "arab telephone" game, where one person whispers a phrase to someone, who then has to whisper the same phrase to the next person in the circle, and so on until the message gets back to the first person. Usually it'll be very different by the time it gets back.
A few months later, EB and I met a new wingman from right here on mASF. After a few outings, it actually turned out that this guy was living or had lived with those girls! And he knew them well!!! They actually told him the story of that evening..
Now look how twisted that story was: apparently we were 2 creepy guys who had picked them up with slick lines and were trying real hard to fuck them and had failed.
Obviously they weren't creeped out by us. Like anyone though, they tried to save face, tried to prop themselves up and appear in a good light. So it was interesting to hear this story and compare to the actual experience, and realize that people are just plain liars. Really, can you believe anything chicks say "oh this guy was so creepy, he's stalking me, blablablabla" yeah sure. We weren't there, we can't check, you gave him your phone # I wonder why huh???
This probably was my first time to really realize that from my own experience. People twist things to fit their own agendas.
So here's the lesson: DO NOT TAKE THEIR WORD FOR IT. An old precept of PU, which is forgotten way too much..
Here's an interesting story, with a few funny twists to it.
