It seems so easy for a girl to get a man at her desire; this has been bothering me for some time, now. Although most girls don't realize how easily they can have sex, getting laid or just a date drives a lot of men crazy, because the same does not apply to our less attractive gender. That is why, although I'd prefer to hook up with a lot of different girls, once I get with one, I need to make sure she comes back for more so I have a somewhat constant source of sex, and hey, even some conversation.
I've started out here talking about sex because, of course, that is what this story is about. The introduction above however, only describes some of this story. Let me first describe myself: I am a very thin man, but also very toned and muscular for my size, I have brown hair with the tips dyed—it doesn't really matter how I look actually, you can just imagine whatever you want to see, could be you.
Anyway, the other day I invited my friend Leslie over to my apartment. By the way, we're pretty young; Leslie is 19, and I'm 42. Okay I lied; I'm 22. Leslie is really just beautiful, it's the first thing I notice whenever she walks into a room, and it's the last thing I think about when she leaves. Her face and ass are her most terrific attributes. That ass…wow is all I can really say. It's a pretty big ass, and that's how I like it. She's a soccer player too, so her ass is nice and firm and looks good in shorts, like the tight little number she had on. Average height, average breasts, maybe a little bigger, and that perfect face and legs that keep her beauty on my mind all the time.
Leslie and I are really good friends and have been for a while so I had basically given up hope of getting with her more so than I have with the general female population. I met her outside my building as I was on the way home from my haircut. She gave me a hug and commented on my hair. She started talking about it again on the elevator and running her fingers through it.
"Really, you look nice with your new haircut, pretty fuckin' handsome if you ask me." I blushed a little while her hands were rubbing my head.
"That haircut you got a couple weeks ago has grown in on you man, you look hot." I complimented, and it was true.
I walked into the apartment and Leslie sat down on the couch. I went into my roommate's room, thinking he would be at work like he normally was at this time midday, to get my sweatshirt (Leslie and I both had Wednesdays off, so we were no strangers to hanging out these days). I walked right in on a hot blonde I had never seen bouncing on his cock shirtless, facing the door. She had nice C tits that weren't too round, but clearly I didn't get a good look. I felt like being a jerk, so I didn't leave right away.
"Dude, what the fuck man, KNOCK!" he yelled.
"Just need my sweatshirt." I said calmly, with a smirk on my face. Leslie was in the other room laughing her ass off.
"Here you go asshole." He tossed me the sweatshirt that was in arms reach, on his bedpost.
"Thanks bro, nice to meet you." I said to the girl who had since covered herself with the blanket that had been kicked to the end of the bed.
I went back into the living room and packed a bowl of pot with some opium on it. Leslie and I smoked that and I put on some music. It was nice; opium smells so fucking good, it's actually a good incense to cover up the pot smell.
Leslie and I lay on the couch together, with her in my arms. We got into a deep conversation, sort of in a daze, not remembering anything we had just said, just letting the conversation flow wherever it wanted to go. I was feeling really close with her now as we held hands and played with each other's fingers, hair, and ears.
