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I remember when I met her that I didn't think much of her in the looks department. Then the group of us went downtown and started consuming copious amounts of tequilla and jaigermeister.
With a good buzz on, I started flirting with her. If flirting is what you can call what I do. I don't remember very many specifics other than her looking at me with heat in her eyes and saying:
Her: Be careful pulling my hair...there's no telling what could happen
So obviously, I kept doing it.
As logistics would have it, the night ended with everyone going their separate ways. Turns out she lives in the same apartment complex as my buddy and he was more than happy to tell me which apartment she was in.
So at about 4 in the morning (maybe 5?), I headed up the stairs and knocked on her door. No answer, but I know I heard foot steps on the other side of the door. No problem. I head home and pass out.
Two weeks later. It's Friday night. The week had started with a marathon fuck session with the big-tittied nurse, the most recent in a series of girls that has since moved on to greener pasteurs (see my post in relationships). The middle of the week saw some hot action with an old fling and by Friday, I simply wasn't looking for much of anything other than some fun with friends. It's true what they say about sex, you know: It's like air...only important if you're not getting any.
The plan was to head out to the pool hall up the street, have a few drinks and do a few warm up sets, then head down to the karaoke bar to see what was up. I sit down at the bar and get a beer. About halfway through it and I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see the girl from the birthday party.
Her: Remember me?
I'm not giving her a lot to work with at all. As I said, I've had more than enough sex that week and I simply wasn't hungry. Get me a few drinks though, and I may could have a little snack.
She takes a seat next to me. I give her a polite smile, then turn away from her and watch a football game on a tv that's in the opposite direction while sipping on my beer. It went that way for about 5 minutes, then
Her: Would you like to do a shot with me?
Damn evil witches and their telepathic powers...how did she know?
Johnny: Sure
She tells the bartender to get us two red-headed sluts. As the bartender mixes them up, she turns to me and says
Her: You came to my apartment at 5 in the morning
The shots come. We take them. She tells the bartender
Her: Can I go ahead and close my tab?
The bartender brings her her credit card and receipt. She signs it and says to me
Her: Well I'm gonna head home. Would you like to come chill with me?
So let's look at this: Girl approaches me, I ignore her, she buys me alcohol then invites me to come home with her. Why the hell not?
Johnny: Ok
We cruise up the street to her apartment. She has a pool table but no beer. Hmm...I debate leaving. She had caught me at a really early point in the evening and as said before, sex was probably the furthest thing from my mind.
We start playing pool and making random chit chat. Before we finish the game, I've pushed her back onto the pool table. We're making out and I go to put my hand up her shirt. She stops me. I stop trying to put my hand up her shirt and makeout a little bit more before trying again. Again, she stops me. The same thing happens two more times, when I finally stop and say
Johnny: Hey, you know what? You really caught me at an early point tonight and I really had my heart set on checking out that other bar
And I walk out the door.
I head up to the karaoke bar and have a few more drinks. It was really dead, so I resigned myself to chat with the bartenders. After about an hour, I decide that pussy is still better than boredom. Plus, I figure my chick is about ready to behave herself properly, should I decide to go back to her apartment.
So I do just that. An hour and a half or so after walking out on her horny ass, I'm knocking on her door again. She opens it. She's wearing pajamas and a smile. I notice she's not wearing a bra. I wonder if the panties are gone too.
Her: You came back!
We go in and sit on her couch. She smokes pot out of a little glass pipe. She offers me some. I take a hit then put the pipe down. I turn to her and pull her to me. Hard makeout ensues. I tell her to put some music on. She puts on some sappy country music of all things. Makeout continues. I go for the shirt; no resistance. I'm sucking a tit and putting a hand down her pajama bottoms. I am glad to find that I was correct in assuming the panties would be gone too.
I start fingering her. Her bottoms are coming off. I quickly get out of my clothes and rubber up. I'm fucking her on the couch. The country music is making it difficult. This shit is actually making me lose my hardon.
Johnny: Can we change this?
She puts it on a hip hop station. I'm not a huge fan of hip hop, but it really is good music to fuck to. I'm back in the swing of things.
After fucking her for a few minutes, I start to feel like I'm about to cum, but I don't want to just yet. As luck would have it, the distraction I needed came in the form of four legs and pointy ears.
Yeah, her cat decided it was a good time to get my attention and hops up on the arm rest of the sofa, right above the girl's head while I'm fucking her.
I pet the cat. I scratch it behind the ears. After a minute or so of that, I decide I'm ready. I push the cat onto the floor and let go of my load.
We lay there for a minute before I get up and get dressed.
Johnny: I'll see ya
And again, I leave. Still never got her name. I know that someone told it to me in that drunken haze that was the birthday party, but I'll be damned if I remember it.
I wonder how long I can keep fucking her without ever actually learning her name. This should be interesting.
This one started a few weeks ago. I met this chick at my buddy's birthday outing. She was average looking. Cute enough to hook up with after enough shots, I suppose.
Johnny: Oh yeah, hey!
Her: How have you been doing?
Johnny: Not bad, how you been?
Her: Oh you know, working
Johnny: Cool
Johnny: Did I do that?
Her: Yes
Johnny: Can't imagine why I would've done that
Her: Well you did. I would've answered the door, but I was really tired
Johnny: Oh
Her:
Johnny: Yeah, so I'll see ya later, ok?
Johnny: It was on my way. Figured I'd stop and say hi before calling it a night.
Her: Ok
Her: Ok
