If this looks familiar, it's because I moved it over from my old account. I need votes and comments all over again, preferably just the good ones.
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After a long week at work, I think I was just as happy not to have a date: changing into a t-shirt and sweatpants, ordering a pizza, opening a beer and watching the ballgame on TV sounded like a pretty good plan. Then in the top of the eighth inning, I heard a loud crash from the apartment next door.
This didn't sound good, especially since my neighbor Clair's boyfriend is a nasty piece of work and I wouldn't put it past him to get violent.
Still in my bare feet, I went out to the hallway and knocked on her door. There was no answer, but the door was ajar, so I slowly opened it.
"Frankie!" Clair said when she saw me. She was crouched down next to another woman, who was lying on the floor next to the remains of a lamp. "Maybe you can give me a hand with Sue here. I think she's having a bit of trouble holding her liquor tonight."
I'd never met Sue, but now I noticed two other women in the room: Dani, and another woman I'd never met.
"Help me get her into the bedroom, okay?" Clair said as we each put an arm around Sue. "You'd think I'd be the one passing out drunk tonight."
"Not drunk," Sue groaned.
"Of course not, dear," Clair said.
We were having a lot of trouble getting Sue vertical, because she kept sliding out of our arms. "What do you mean you'd be the one passed out drunk tonight?" I asked.
"This is a celebration party," she said. "I finally kicked Max's ass to the street today."
Good for you, I thought. "Listen, we're not getting any where like this. Sue's not that big a girl. Just make sure the bedroom door's open and there's nothing on the floor for me to trip over, and I'll get her in there." I scooped her up in my arms, and carried her across the room."
"I'll try not to throw up on you," Sue groaned.
"Appreciate that," I said.
"You're a pinata," she said.
"I what?"
"I think she means your t-shirt," Clair said. "All those day-glo colors. The sixties called, Frankie, and they want their t-shirt back."
I lowered Sue onto Clair's king-size bed, and her short skirt rode up far enough to expose red panties. I looked away quickly: I was still wearing my sweatpants, and I didn't want to have any reactions I couldn't hide.
"Are you sure the rest of you are going to be okay?" I joked as Clair and I walked back into the living room.
"Oh sure. We're drinking enough to feel happy, but none of us are pass-out drunk drinkers."
"Maybe he's looking for an excuse to stay," the new girl - who Clair later told me was Jennifer - suggested.
"No," I said, it's just -"
"That's a great idea though," Clair said. "Why don't you stay? You can help us with a party game."
"Party game?" I asked.
"Yeah," Clair said slowly. "Sue got me thinking... we can play Pinata. We all take turns trying to make you explode."
"Um... that doesn't sound like a great idea."
"No! No, you'll love it, I guarantee. Let me think for a moment..." I could see Dani and Jenifer were as confused as I was. "Okay, I have it all worked out." She ran over to her friends, whispered something to them, and they all giggled.
"Maybe I'd better go," I said.
"No," Dani said. "This is great."
I shrugged my shoulders. "Okay, I'm game. How do we play?"
"First," Clair said, "you sit on the couch."
"Just me?"
"Of course," Dani said. "You're the pinata, after all."
"Of course," I said. "Makes perfect sense."
"I'm first," Clair said, sitting down next to me. She tilted my face toward hers, and kissed me - not just a neighborly kiss.
"Umm," I said when we were done, "that was very nice, but what does this have to do with pinatas?"
Clair got up, and Dani took her place and kissed me even more deeply than Clair had, pushing her tongue into my mouth. When she got up, I noticed that all three of them were staring at my pants. At my erection. "Sorry," I said.
"No," Jennifer said, sitting on my lap, "that just means you're getting into the game." She squirmed around as she kissed me, grinding herself into me. She lifted her skirt up from underneath her, so it wa her panties rubbing against my sweatpants-covered erection.
It was a struggle not to cum right then and there.
"That's cheating," Dani said.