It had not been a very good day for me. It was Saturday night, and I spent the evening working my job as a DJ for a party. The food at the party wasn't that good, the parents wanted one kind of music, the kids wanted the other, and they were very vocal about it. The party was a graduation party, so I had to sit through unfunny speeches by people who thought they were funny, a group prayer by the family minister, and a one hour slide show. I'm sure for the party guests it wasn't so bad, but slide shows of people you've never met is just boring. Actually, I have yet to see a slide show that didn't bore me.
So, as if the boredom of the evening wasn't bad enough, I also had to get yelled at because I announced that it was the last song without consulting the friend of the woman who booked me for the party. She was trying to a hold of the person who owned the ballroom to let them stay for another hour, but no one told me, and with the attitude that they gave me, I just packed up and left after the last song. Sure, they could have paid me $100 for that one hour, but I still would have turned them down just because of their attitude.
I got home at roughly eleven that night, and pissed. I was trying to think of some way to release some stress when Monica called me. Monica was this cute Hispanic chica who lived near by. She and I were friends and fuck buddies. She called to bitch and moan about how her date stood her up. I told her about my really shitty evening, and she invited me over.
Now, something that I should tell you about is Monica. We tried dating, but it didn't work out between us, so we remained friends with benefits. We're both extremely kinky, and she actually gets turned on when I get upset, unlike my past girlfriends who hated it.
When I got to her place she was dressed in some lingerie. Seeing her in that always gets me hard, and tonight was no exception. I walked in and locked the door. We chatted, briefly, while drinking wine coolers (she didn't care for the taste of beer) when I leaned over and kissed her. She kissed back and we laid on the couch, her on top of me, her undoing my shirt.
Every so often she would stop kissing me to say something to keep me angry. "You know, maybe you should have told them if it was okay to tell them it was the last song. I know that it was near the end of the party, and that you were only booked for four hours, but still, I think they were right."
This continued for about twenty minutes. I was just in my jeans, but they were undone and my boxers were exposed. She was still in the lingerie, but her left breast was hanging out for me to see (not that I haven't seen it before). She stood up, and said, "Well, thanks for coming over, but I need to get to bed."
I saw this coming a mile away. Like me she's a night owl, especially on Saturday nights. I stood up and pretended to beg for sex. It wasn't uncommon for us to suddenly role play without telling the other what was going on. We had pretty much gotten to the point where we could almost read each other's mind.
She walked to the bedroom, laid down and said, "Thank you for coming over. But I think I need to get to church in the morning."
"Like hell." I said letting my pants drop the to floor and joining her on the bed.
"I'm sorry." She said, "But I really need to sleep."
