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I'm standing amongst the gays.
She's grinding up on me and looking back over her shoulder furtively while two guys make out nearby. Somehow, it feels apropos.
She tells me pretty lies and I let them be true for the time being.
She has dark hair, fair skin, interesting style, lithe frame, petite....tomorrow will come early but it matters not as I'm neck deep in the maelstrom, head barely above water.
Her fragile neck fits tight inside of my grip.
Her girl radar can tell by how I handle her that I'm not a slouch in the girl department and she tells me so.
She doesn't give me the suspicious tone, yet...rather the "I know you've been with plenty of girls" acceptance I get from girls occasionally. She smiles and seems glad that I'm not a buster and that I know how to handle her off the tip.
We both talk about how hard it is to meet interesting people in this town. I establish a sexual vibe and a deeper connection or whatever emotional vampires pass of as such. I'm still a little burned over homegirl from the ***** so I hold back just a bit. It works and this girl is eating out of my hand
We've segued from what began as a boring dinner with mutual friends to bailing on the move to the 3rd bar and now we're amongst the gogo dancers and gays making a dollar out of 15 cents on a Sunday night. She's open to whatever and wherever and us heading off on our own.
Some girl opens up with some hate but that's b/c she's going home by herself to flick the bean solo dolo and the girl I'm with is getting groped and kisses hard while the gay boys frolic and dance and flirt.
I look up and smile and bask in the warmth and awesomeness of finding what you want with someone else looking for the same thing you are at this exact moment in space and time.
My mind flashes back to the 2nd venue of the night and how quickly we started making out once I kissed her on the cheek. Didn't matter my friends and her friends were there. Everything else faded into the background.
She passes all the indicator tests. Her friends head home and she opts to stay, saying "[she] trust[s] [me] to drive" and get her home "safely"...but she says it with the cheshire cat grin and we both know there is more to be had of one another before this night ends.
I smile and pull her hair while she squeezes my hand.
I take her to her car and it is late as fuck.
She climbs over the console and straddles me and we make out hard while my hands are all over her.
I head home and sleep a few precious hours before I wake up surprisingly in fair condition and head to work.
Good luck and happy hunting.
- Yrs. in Christ
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