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When I rolled into town a week or so ago, I got situated at my old room mate's place. Super chill cat that looks kind of like Ben Affleck. We used to live together here three years ago.
Back then, he was busy focusing on work and life issues and his game wasn't what it has come into these days. Since I've been here, he's slept with two different girls, one new and one regular. They're both pretty hot.
The way that he and his new room mate (an old friend from way back that used to hang out with us three years ago) operate is pretty simple. They both have balls to approach and the logistics of this partying bachelor pad to follow through. Being here has been good for me.
Since I'm currently without a job, I find myself surfing the internet, looking at classified ads, chatting with friends on facebook, and of course, browsing plenty of fish. I won't get into it too much, but let's just say that Plenty of Fish lives up to its name in this town.
Ok fuck it...I'll get into it. WHAT A FUCKING HONEY HOLE THAT SITE IS IN THIS TOWN! Seriously...implementing my standard online game» procedures here has been extremely effective. This place is LOADED with beautiful women. The sunshine keeps them in an open and friendly mood. The only problem I've had so far is forgetting girls' names, there has been so many of them emailing me.
Maybe I need to come up with some kind of filing system.
After two nights in town, I had collected four numbers and was in the process of sifting through them, pinging for who had the best logistics and most motivation to fuck. This basically means that I'm shooting out text messages, ultimately calling the ones that were responding with the most frequency.
One of the girls had actually taken a little bit of persuasion (not TOO much, but a little) to get her contact information. Once I had gotten it though, we texted back and forth a few times and it appeared to me that she was ready to play ball.
My standard date for online pulls is to meet a chick at a pool hall, play a few games, have a few beers, push pull my way into a makeout, followed by isolation back to my or her place. But this chick wasn't having any of it.
I suggested a bar for a game of pool and she came back with, "No! I SUCK at pool!"
"It's ok...I can teach you"
Still no go. I could tell that she wasn't accepting my frame, but she was making counter offers, so I figured it wasn't a total loss. She finally suggested that we grab a couple of tall cans and drink them in the park near my house.
Well that was at least pretty cool. I don't have a car here, so going to her would have been a real pain in the ass, whether I had to take the bus and trolley or even bum a ride off one of my room mates.
She drove out to my place and picked me up. I made her get out of the car and give me a hug before we went anywhere. I gave a little kiss on the cheek when she did.
Long story short, we went to the park, drank beer, made out a little. Her logistics sucked as she had to be up early for work in the morning. My logistics sucked as I sleep on the couch in the living room here. I kissed her one last time and grabbed her pussy. She seemed like she liked it, but I haven't heard from her since. So it goes sometimes.
One of the other girl's numbers I had gotten that day was a cute blond. She was short with a compact frame. Cute as she was though, she was only smiling in one of her pictures. She seemed to have a sadness in her eyes, but she was still nice to look at.
She gave me her number after only four or so emails without me even having to ask for it. Sometimes girls will do that simply because they are submissive, receptive to your game and/or really horny and looking to get fucked. Other times, they will give you their number quickly because they want you to chase and validate them. It's up to you to tell what her motives are. The way I do it, as mentioned, is shoot her a text, try to get a little conversation going and gauge which one she is by how often and quickly she responds. If she responds well, I will get her on the phone for at least a half-hour before pushing for the meet (cr Blackdragon»). If she isn't responding, I cut her off.
She was pretty receptive. We had text dialogue for a day. I called her up that night, the night after the date with the girl in the park. The conversation flowed very smooth and naturally. I asked her if she knew anywhere we could play pool. She said she did. She suggested a place near her house.
GREEN LIGHT!
...and then more logistical issues. I don't have a car, and neither does she. It was looking like I was going to have to take public transit to her neighborhood to meet up with her. The upside was that I would probably be 'stuck' at her place as we would more than likely be hanging out long after the buses stopped running.
Then the room mates started talking about having a party over here. Beer, bbq, girls...the whole nine. My room mate asked me if I wanted him to go pick up the girl. I text the girl to tell her that she's got a ride if she wants to come party with us. She says she does.
We drive over to her place. At this point, I've already had a few drinks and I have to piss like a race horse. I call her up just before we get to her place to ask if it's ok that I use her bathroom before making the drive back to my place. She says it's fine.
I go up to her door and ring the bell. When she answers, I say hi, give her a big hug and kiss her on the cheek...seeing a pattern here?
We get in the car and head back to the house. I'm in the front passenger side, her in the backseat. Now, I know that sitting back there with her would have been good for kino, but I didn't want to telegraph too much interest right away. We listened to music and made small talk.
Before getting to the house, my room mate needed to stop at the grocery store to pick up a few things for the bbq. While he was doing his shopping, the girl and I were left alone in the car.
As we made more small talk, I got to thinking that I needed to be touching her a little more, just to see how down to fuck she was. I made a joke on something she said, she laughed and I put my hand up for a high five. When her hand hit mine, I interlocked our fingers and held it there. We continued to hold hands as we talked. Game on.
Before we made it to the house, she said she wanted to stop at the store to buy beer for me. She asked me what my favorite kind was, I told her Sam Adams, but that I'm not picky. She proceeds to buy a twelve pack of Sam. In case you didn't know, it's not exactly cheap. I take this as a huge IOI.
We get to the house and the guys already have a huge Mexican buffet going in the kitchen. Carne Asada, pico de gallo, tortillas, beans, cheese...the works. We had the food and the beer, but apparently, the only girls that had made it over were the wives of two of our friends that regularly hang out over here.
Oh well...two out of three isn't bad and there will always be other nights.
It worked well for me though. There I was with a cute girl, a cute girl bearing an expensive twelve pack, no less, and a house full of wingmen to get my back. As easy as this had been so far, I was starting to worry about if and when I was going to run into trouble. But it looked like I was in for a smooth ride from there on out.
Turned out, I was right. She drank one of the beers. She said she wasn't hungry. Just thinking about it now, it really seems like she only had one thing on her mind. Wonder what it could have been...
My room mates lit a nice big bonfire in the back yard. There's three chairs out there surrounding the fire pit: two single seaters and one love seat. My girl made her way outside and sat down on the love seat. Eventually, I made my way out and sat down next to her. I put my arm around her.
Before we knew it, the rest of the guys were outside too. After a few minutes of listening to the guys tell stories and generally entertain us, she leans over to me and says, "so...do you always talk so much?"
"What for? I've got these guys doing all my work for me...another hour of this and you're going to be ready for me to take to bed"
Ok, I didn't really say that.
I look at her and pull her to me. I give her a kiss on the mouth. The guys were all still out there with us and I didn't want to make a big show of it, so I cut it short and said,
"What am I? Your dancing monkey?"
She smiles and I feel her body relaxing into mine that much more.
The room mates stayed out with us for a little while longer. Story after story, laugh after laugh. They were making me look great. Full bellies, beer buzzed and generally high spirited, the vibe in the yard was awesome.
I mostly listened and would occasionally interject with my own anecdotes.
"Everyone knows that brothers fight, right? Well my brother has ALWAYS outweighed me by like 20% and I could NEVER do anything about it when he would beat me up. So when we were kids, every once in awhile, I would just walk up to him while he was playing a video game or whatever, and totally unprovoked...just hit him in the mouth as hard as I could. And RUN."
It was starting to get late. The guys that don't live here took their wives and went home. My room mates went inside. I was left with her on the love seat alone.
"The fire's going out"
I got up, grabbed her hand and led her straight to the bedroom. No, it's not my bedroom, but our third room mate is out of town until January and what he doesn't know won't hurt him. He needs to wash those damn bed sheets anyway.
We made out for a little while. Her top came off pretty easily, but she was giving me a little resistance on the bottoms. I usually go in from behind and push my fingers forward til they find the pussy, but I wanted to see if I could skip it. Her resistance let me know that I shouldn't.
So I go in from behind, down the back of her tights, up to the front until I hit the gold mine. After fingering her for a few minutes, I try for the bottoms again. They're off.
I eat her out until I feel her clenching her legs around my head. I don't stop until I feel her body relax again.
She sits up and pushes me back. She goes to take my belt off. I get out of my pants and I'm back on the bed. She starts going down on me. She's pretty good at it, but I get bored with head pretty fast.
I push her on her back and rubber up. After finishing, I get to thinking about something my room mate did to me three years ago. Back then, when I had been living with the other room mate, I had been passed out on the floor, drunk one night. When I came to, the other room mate was standing over me with his cock and balls in my face. That fucker was trying to teabag me. I swung at his package and told him to quit fucking around. Everyone in the room was laughing and they said they had pictures. Yeah yeah...laugh it up assholes.
Well it seemed I owed him for that. Knowing that he was sitting in the living room watching tv, I get up out of bed, completely naked except for the condom full of my nut hanging off my cock.
I walk out into the hallway. I see him sitting on the recliner.
Johnny: Hey man, check this out
He looks over long enough get an eye full of the goods. He turns away as soon as he sees what he's looking at.
Johnny: What the hell you staring at my cock for dude? What the fuck?
Giggling to myself, I go to the bathroom and flush the condom. I go back into the room and fuck her some more. I finish up, put on my sweats and head back out into the living room. As I pass my room mate on the recliner, I whip my cock out again and start jumping up on the arm of the chair like I was going to slap him with it.
Room mate: Fuck off! Quit that shit!
Seeing that the other room mate has stoked the fire outside, I grab a beer and a smoke and go out to sit with him for a few. I tell him about the adventures in the bedroom, then the misadventures and cock slinging in the living room.
He just smiled at me indulgently.
"It's good to have you back bro"
It's good to be back bro. Good to be back.
So I'm back in the beautiful city of San Diego. It's been a few years since I've been here and it's more of a working holiday, but still, I'm glad to be here for now.
"Let's go inside"
"Ok"
Johnny: Told you I was gonna get you for that
