Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts
I would have gone either way but knowing she was coming too made it all the more worthwhile. At that point I hadn’t gotten so much as a kiss outta her, and I was mad for it. A friend told me a while ago after I mentioned that I liked a girl, “everyone knows when you like a girl.” I then realized that this is most certainly true. My eyes get foggy and I have enormous trouble focusing on anything else but the female at hand.
So then, this girl also knew that I liked her. Everyone probably knew. I talk too much. She was pretty hard not to like. Great body and big spirit, massive smile with impossibly white teeth, and the biggest, wettest fucking eyes I have ever seen.
Off we go to this Christmas party in a real nice part of the city. Me, her, and her best friend, who is also a good friend of mine. The three of us arrive at the house and are welcomed inside. All the food you can eat, all the beer you can drink. Are you kidding me? Ha! I’m on it, with a beer in one hand and eggnog in the other.
Getting drunk now. The place is packed full of people I don’t know. My two friends who were properly invited to the party seem to know many people. So I have the great fortune of not knowing, so not having to chat with, pretty much everyone there. This leaves a lot of time to drink. Comparatively speaking, I’m dressed more like the guy who will be collecting the bottles than any of the other guests. It’s nice to be different and I’m getting a little rock star drunk now.
I’m managing to pull this girl away for a smoke on the balcony every so often. I feel good away from the people and I can interact privately with her here. I always feel the most comfortable on the edge of a party. Always a good position to point and laugh from, or escape if need be.
After a while it’s not a smoke break anymore and were just staying out on the balcony. Just us. Her smile is full blast now that she’s drunk and it’s clearly time to move. Done. We’re kissing, quite secretively but kissing nonetheless. We have to be careful not to let our other friend see, because she would likely be uncomfortable and possibly be filled with nasty drunken anger.
So this secret kissing is pretty great. Exciting, drunk, horny. So good. Rich people throw some decent parties.
For some reason we have decided to leave the party. We wander the frozen snow covered neighborhoods, sliding on the ice and playing in the snow. I don’t recall having a destination but they must have, because we ended up at an exclusive club where girl number two was a member.
Inside for some drinks? Why not have at least one. We get to playing pool and having a couple, few jugs. Smashed. Now here’s the point where everything could quite easily go terribly wrong. I’m not known as the most conscientious or responsible drunk around. It is conceivable at this point in my life, that I could take a swing at one of these girls, or at least fall asleep in a snow bank. When we do finally head off I have behaved myself quite well, if you don’t count the seven or eight pool balls in my pockets. My friends are mortified but they know and I know, things could have gone much worse.
When we arrive at friend number two’s big, beautiful house, we all flop onto a king size bed in a spare room. For some reason I’m in the middle. Now how did that happen? We’re all fast asleep in no time. I didn’t even have time to make a drunken move. And I certainly didn’t have time to tell them about my sleep condition. Ever since I was old enough to want girls, I have been molesting them in my sleep. So I probably should have been a gent and slept on the floor. But hey, what are friends for?
I awoke in the middle of the night with a hand in my pants and my hands doing their thing as well. Kissing and touching. Ok, this was the plan right? Let’s just not wake our sleeping friend on the other side of me. Now hold on a minute. These breasts feel a little bigger than I thought they would. Oh shit. She grew a bit of a tummy. Wrong girl. Shit shit shit shit. Sleep it off now. Nothing to do about this anyway.
I wake up in the morning in the worst smelling room I have ever woken up in. Me and two girls. I guess that eggnog had to go somewhere. I am fully clothed and my thighs are aching. My pockets are still full of pool balls. That’s handy. Nope, just stupid. Friend number two’s mom stops me on my slither out of the house and invites me for dinner. Ha ha ha. Thanks anyway. And I’m out.
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