As my friends and I prepare for one of our many summer parties I log into Facebook to review the guest list.
"Let's see, who's going to be in attendance. Any possible victims? Hmmm. No, no, oh yes, no, no chance in hell, no, no, who is that?!, definitely, no, no, hell to the fuck the no, no, maybe. Okay, not too bad, two books and a possible. That's a good start. Now to check with the fellas."
I pull out my cell phone and hit the group chat with the guys. A quick review of my prospects and there are no conflicts or causes for concern, perfect! Time to shower, shave, get dressed, and get right! (That means, begin to consume alcohol for those of you not in the know.)
Soon nine o'clock rolls around and guests start arriving. It's a celebration of being young, care free, and more importantly, trying to get laid. For every guy that enters the party, my friend Reed screams out "SHOTS!!" invoking the spirit of one, Pit Bull. And for every girl that enters the party, my friend Reed also screams out "SHOTS!!" Needless to say, Reed enjoys taking shots.
The guests continue to pile in and by 11 o'clock all three of my targets have arrived and are well on their way to inebriation along with myself. Shortly thereafter I see my first opportunity. Sheila is built on a slender 5'6" frame with small C cups that fit her perfectly. Wit her shapely ass and toned stomach and legs, anyone could easily mistake her for a member of a track team. We've been making eye contact for the past hour and with a few drinks in me I get a little bold and give her ass a healthy squeeze as I go in for a hug.
"Really Travis??" Sheila slyly remarks with her eyes squinted at me.
"What?! I haven't seen you in a while. Two friends can't hug and let each other know that they miss one another's company?" I replied with a smirk on my face.
"Oh, so you miss my company so much that you don't text me though, right?"
"You sound crazy, absurd even. I text you, but you always respond with short answers so I thought you didn't want to talk. I'm not going to hound you if that's what you want."
"I don't need anyone to hound me, but you can talk to me besides when you want something."
"And what might it be that I want?" I reply with a smile.
"Don't start. I wouldn't want any of your little girlfriends in here to start looking at me funny."
"Well if I was concerned with what my 'little girlfriends' (air quotes were included) were thinking, would I be over here talking to you?"
"Mmm hmm, whatever Travis."
As she walks away I can tell I still have her interest peaked. I take a quick glance around the room to make sure no one is looking. The coast is clear and I flick my tongue out at Sheila in a slow, lewd display to let her know exactly what I am thinking. She smiles but shakes her head at me as if to say, "You're so bad." Sheila and I fooled around back in college for a little while but never had sex. I've always loved eating pussy, but Sheila's pussy made it that much more enjoyable. It has that well designed look as if it were carved from a fruit with a razor blade. It was so inviting and delicious and all I can think about right now is getting my mouth on it, immediately. And then, preparation met opportunity as Sheila looked me dead in the eye but spoke to the room and said, "I have to go to the bathroom."
Sheila climbs the steps never breaking eye contact with me on the way up. You don't have to tell me twice! As soon as I hear the bathroom door close, I leave the crowded confines of the main floor and try to inconspicuously make my way quickly up the steps. Within seconds I am at the bathroom door and I listen for any signs of life on the other side. I hear running water and knock on the door.
"Someone is in here", I hear Sheila's voice from the other side.
I open the door, quickly step in and shut and lock the door behind me. There is no romance with Sheila and me and I like that. When we get together it's not to make love. We want to cum, and we want to cum now.
