I might like you better if we slept together.
Today was a refreshing change of pace from the normality which has been either drinking with friends or being reclusive. Aforementioned, last week an old schoolmate of mine named Gigi (a rambunctious Romanian girl whom I befriended my senior year of high school) showed up at my door to insist I attend the assemblage celebrating her soon to be twenty-first birthday. Reluctantly my eyes strained to open this morning from a rapping at my front door as I clung onto the four hours of sleep I attained the night prior. I had hoped the night prior that the day of the party wasn't the next simply because I lost track of the time and feared sleeping too heavily. Groggily scurrying to my feet to get dressed, I quickly donned a fancy sweater and a pair of black jeans to look somewhat nice for the party before I took one glance in the mirror and ruffled my lengthy hair. As I set out the front door, I was unexpectedly met by a close friend of Gigi's, a healthily set girl named Xio, who is rather quiet but very nice. As we made with the small talk, I inquired how her New Year's went, which went well, her and some friends having apparently been involved in a lock-in at their church, which sounded much cleaner and innocent than mine. As we made our way outside, I noticed that Gigi's boyfriend had driven. Although benevolent, he has been described as somewhat of a bible hugger. Reeling from my exhaustion, on the way to Gigi's homestead her boyfriend made sure to inquire what music I listened to, and it pleased him greatly to know that I had once played the viola. As we arrived at the house I had never before set foot in, I noticed Gigi wearing a birthday tiara. Offering her a tired grin, I gave her one of my patented hugs.
Shortly after removing my jacket, as I shot a glance towards the kitchen, I quickly exchanged looks with her younger sister Linda. My senior year I spent many a morning avoiding Linda simply because whenever she saw me she would attach to me like a koala clings to a eucalyptus branch. Unfortunately, back then I simply thought her to be too young for me, and at the time she expressed how she thought of me as being the one because I wasn't like the other guys who attempted to get into her pants. Had I the sense about me then as I do now, I would have been more responsive to her advances and less shy. Moments after seeing each other we gave a lingering embrace before she took my hand and went into the kitchen with me in tow. As we caught up, I watched as she and a few other friends made dinner, which was also the first time I had met the youngest sister of the family, Agi. All three girls having been adopted from Romania, each of them nice girls who seem to be quite confident in thinking they're mature for their age. Surprisingly, most of my time at the party was spent with Linda, the both of us straying from the game everyone played as we conversed more.
Eventually, as I casually lounged in a seat, the youngest sister named Agi took a seat next to me as we started off by having a normal conversation, however that quickly changed when she decided to inquire out of the blue if I was a virgin. Clearing my throat a bit under my breath before answering, soon after she had a wonderful time grilling me on how far I had gone with anyone sexually. Ordinarily sex and the like is a casual topic for me to converse of, however when the other person speaking of it from experience is fifteen years old, it feels just a tad awkward. Arching a brow each time she would give a come hither look or do something suggestive with her tongue, telling someone "no" has never really been my strong-point. As Linda took a seat by me, I did my best to carry on a conversation with her as the youngest sister Agi seemed hell-bent on continuously raking her nails up my knee and thigh whenever I was distracted, which caused me to lightly smack her hand playfully. Eventually, the awkwardness of the situation somewhat amplified as both Agi and a friend of hers around the same age took it upon themselves to show me the multi-colored bracelets they wore. I've known about the sex games involving bracelets for quite some time now from the news, but until then I never actually knew they were still used. As the girls explained to me what each color meant, I found it odd that the other girl had mostly the color bracelet which meant she owed whoever snapped them sex. It does genuinely surprise me how sexually active and blatant those of a younger age have become, although I suppose in a way it's how the world turns, considering i'm quite sure we as a generation were much more sexually expressive than our parents. Still, it felt odd conversing with a fifteen year old girl who had done more than I. After one last embrace with each of the sisters, eventually I departed. It was nice being able to catch up with faces I hadn't seen for over a year.
My New Year's was spent in the dim confines of my friend Brandon's residence. Just before the clock struck twelve, we all shared our favorite experiences of the year as we rose our bottles in a toast to the new year. As we all polished off the limited supply of beer, eventually it came down to the hard liquor. Unbeknownst to me, Southern Comfort is known for giving the consumer a rough morning after. Naive to the fact, I took a few healthy swigs from the bottle of both that and Bacardi superior, both of which were wonderful additions to the beers I had already had. Eventually, myself, my comrade, and Paul all were done partying for the night and ended up trying to sleep on the hardwood floor using second-rate blankets. Some of the partygoers not yet finished, an individual by the name of Matthew (who my comrade once said in a drunken stupor had a rapist smile) ended up acquiring my comrades Navy baseball cap. For some reason which I find it rather hard to remember, Matthew ended up trying to spoon me from behind as I glared back at him groggily over my shoulder, and as he tried to promptly dry-hump me, I rolled away and grumbled under my breath. Afterwards, the partygoers seemed bound and determined to try and buzz my beautiful mane, however I managed to evade them, thankfully. All in all, the morning after I ended up having the worst hangover of my entire life, which then ended up with me feeling sick for the remainder of the day. If anyone were to ask how I started off my new year, it would be getting dry-humped by a guy in a Navy cap. Most of my other friends and ex's spent their New Years doing something sexual, and then ended up giving me the details. How awesome.
" God has someone meant for you, eventually it will happen. "
..I certainly hope so, bro.
Alas, now I bask in the subconsciousness of my slumber.
Shortly after removing my jacket, as I shot a glance towards the kitchen, I quickly exchanged looks with her younger sister Linda. My senior year I spent many a morning avoiding Linda simply because whenever she saw me she would attach to me like a koala clings to a eucalyptus branch. Unfortunately, back then I simply thought her to be too young for me, and at the time she expressed how she thought of me as being the one because I wasn't like the other guys who attempted to get into her pants. Had I the sense about me then as I do now, I would have been more responsive to her advances and less shy. Moments after seeing each other we gave a lingering embrace before she took my hand and went into the kitchen with me in tow. As we caught up, I watched as she and a few other friends made dinner, which was also the first time I had met the youngest sister of the family, Agi. All three girls having been adopted from Romania, each of them nice girls who seem to be quite confident in thinking they're mature for their age. Surprisingly, most of my time at the party was spent with Linda, the both of us straying from the game everyone played as we conversed more.
Eventually, as I casually lounged in a seat, the youngest sister named Agi took a seat next to me as we started off by having a normal conversation, however that quickly changed when she decided to inquire out of the blue if I was a virgin. Clearing my throat a bit under my breath before answering, soon after she had a wonderful time grilling me on how far I had gone with anyone sexually. Ordinarily sex and the like is a casual topic for me to converse of, however when the other person speaking of it from experience is fifteen years old, it feels just a tad awkward. Arching a brow each time she would give a come hither look or do something suggestive with her tongue, telling someone "no" has never really been my strong-point. As Linda took a seat by me, I did my best to carry on a conversation with her as the youngest sister Agi seemed hell-bent on continuously raking her nails up my knee and thigh whenever I was distracted, which caused me to lightly smack her hand playfully. Eventually, the awkwardness of the situation somewhat amplified as both Agi and a friend of hers around the same age took it upon themselves to show me the multi-colored bracelets they wore. I've known about the sex games involving bracelets for quite some time now from the news, but until then I never actually knew they were still used. As the girls explained to me what each color meant, I found it odd that the other girl had mostly the color bracelet which meant she owed whoever snapped them sex. It does genuinely surprise me how sexually active and blatant those of a younger age have become, although I suppose in a way it's how the world turns, considering i'm quite sure we as a generation were much more sexually expressive than our parents. Still, it felt odd conversing with a fifteen year old girl who had done more than I. After one last embrace with each of the sisters, eventually I departed. It was nice being able to catch up with faces I hadn't seen for over a year.
My New Year's was spent in the dim confines of my friend Brandon's residence. Just before the clock struck twelve, we all shared our favorite experiences of the year as we rose our bottles in a toast to the new year. As we all polished off the limited supply of beer, eventually it came down to the hard liquor. Unbeknownst to me, Southern Comfort is known for giving the consumer a rough morning after. Naive to the fact, I took a few healthy swigs from the bottle of both that and Bacardi superior, both of which were wonderful additions to the beers I had already had. Eventually, myself, my comrade, and Paul all were done partying for the night and ended up trying to sleep on the hardwood floor using second-rate blankets. Some of the partygoers not yet finished, an individual by the name of Matthew (who my comrade once said in a drunken stupor had a rapist smile) ended up acquiring my comrades Navy baseball cap. For some reason which I find it rather hard to remember, Matthew ended up trying to spoon me from behind as I glared back at him groggily over my shoulder, and as he tried to promptly dry-hump me, I rolled away and grumbled under my breath. Afterwards, the partygoers seemed bound and determined to try and buzz my beautiful mane, however I managed to evade them, thankfully. All in all, the morning after I ended up having the worst hangover of my entire life, which then ended up with me feeling sick for the remainder of the day. If anyone were to ask how I started off my new year, it would be getting dry-humped by a guy in a Navy cap. Most of my other friends and ex's spent their New Years doing something sexual, and then ended up giving me the details. How awesome.
" God has someone meant for you, eventually it will happen. "
..I certainly hope so, bro.
Alas, now I bask in the subconsciousness of my slumber.