This is an old story line used many times on this web site. This is my feeble attempt at it.
Many thanks to my friend Charlie who provided the editing and some good old fashioned guidance.
Free pass, what exactly does that mean?
Well when I was a kid growing up in rural NZ free pass was a game we played, maybe some would know it better as bulrush or just rush.
These days it has a whole different connotation. Now I am a forty four year old married man with a family and it's been a long time since I played my last game of free pass.
My wife Destiny, yes her parents were hippies; I just call her Dez for short. When we met we were young, I was in my third year of a tool making apprenticeship and she was still at Uni finishing her accountancy degree.
We met as most couples do at a party, I was actually there with another girl, and we were raging away, in the tiny lounge of a student flat. The place was packed and I was dancing with my date for the night when I bumped into Dez who was in the middle of a bunch of girls bouncing around crazily waving their arms and lost in the moment. The moment we bumped into each other, I stopped breathing, she was gorgeous absolutely stunning. My eyes must have been sticking out and I know I was drooling. She was tall for a girl with a slender frame and legs that seemed to go forever.
At the time she had long silky black hair she wore in a ponytail that was flying around like a striking snake, or crazy bushman's whip. It was when our eyes met, that's when I knew I couldn't look away, I was transfixed those deep almond eyes as big as cats eyes, bright like deep mirrors.
I'm not sure about the whole love at first sight thing but I was certain that somewhere on my body there was a small Cupids arrow poking in.
My date caught me staring and yelled, "Hey, eyes on me."
This was my second date with Sam, so I was onto a good thing. I dismissed Dez from my mind and focused on Sam, I didn't want to miss out on a sure thing.
It was later when I saw Dez in a corner snogging some bloke that I felt a different pain, this time it was a knife blade sliding up under my ribs. My very first taste of jealousy, it tasted of bile, horrible acidic vomit, and I didn't like it one bit.
I didn't bump into Dez for quite a while after that, the next time was at Carisbrook, my mates and I were at an All Blacks, game and it was an awesome night. I was pretty pissed but not that pissed that I didn't see Dez, a couple of rows down from us, with a bunch of her friends cheering and yelling. Again my eyes were drawn to her, there was a magnetism she exuded that drew me to her. This was an All Blacks game and I am a huge fan but the game was lost to me, all I could see was her. I don't know if she felt the burning intensity of my stare scorching the back of her head, but she turned and looked up to me. Like in the movies, yes I know it's a cliché but, our eyes met and then for the rest of the game she kept turning to stare back at me.
When I caught her staring her face took on a teasing coy expression she was flirting with me, the blinking eyes, playing with her hair. God she was beautiful.
The game ended and I didn't even know the score, of course the All Blacks won and my mates were full of cheering calls about the game. As we left the ground in a huge horde, I noticed Dez and her friends heading up the road to 'Gardies', the Gardens Tavern was the place all the scarfies went. It was notorious. We only went there when we were looking for birds, generally we stayed away but tonight I pushed the boys and we followed Dez and her mates.
The place was packed as expected but I saw Dez at the bar and pushed my way through the crowd to get to her. It was torture standing beside her, I wanted to say 'HI', or something clever but my tongue had stopped functioning. For all intents and purposes, I was mute.
It was Dez who turned and smiled flirtatiously, "Well are you going to say hello?"
Taken aback by her full frontal attack I croaked, "Hi..."
She laughed, "You've been staring at me all night, you followed me here surely the least you can do is talk to me."
I laughed along with her, the musical sweet sultry sound of her voice was as smooth as molasses.
I found my voice and invited her to our table, but it was I who ended up at her table with all her gabbling friends.
We did the usual chatting although it was difficult with all her friends butting in and dragging her away to dance. It wasn't until kicking out time that we had some time alone. She leaned against me and I slipped my arm around her waist. We were about to kiss when Amanda her friend screamed in our ear that they were getting drinks and going back to their digs.
Dez did kiss me, but now it was a friendly, "Well are you coming to ours?"
I laughed, "Hell yeah." My mates and I pooled what was left of our cash and brought a crate and headed for the party. When we arrived it was a typical scarfies party the place was wall to wall people, mostly students.
The fact that the flat was all girls meant there were lots of guys and they were all on the pull.
I found Dez and she was cornered by a scruffy hairy bloke. I couldn't tell whether she was into him or not, it was very intimate and he was all over her. I was about to walk away when she spotted me and waved screaming out my name.
The guy leaning over her gave me the dagger stares like, 'piss off mate I'm in here.' But I ignored him and walked up pushing between them. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately.
It was like falling off a cloud, I was in freefall my mind swimming in thick gooey testosterone.
That kiss, it was deep and sensuous, wet, sex personified, her tongue ravaged my mouth searching out my own and I was pleased to enter into that dance. Our tongues collided and slithered together, like snakes mating.
Her arms circled my head, even the fact that she tipped her drink down my back didn't deter me.
She held me tight laughing, "Sorry, now you're all wet."
I kissed her back, "I don't care just don't stop kissing me, I'm in heaven." Where the hell those words came from I'll never know but it had the right effect. Her embrace tightened and she kissed me again and when she stopped the place was emptying out. My mates were all gone, her friends had mostly either gone to bed or were caught in their own sexual entanglements.
She stepped back from our kiss and led me by the hand into her room. The party was winding down but there were noises all around us, but we were locked in our mission.
It was cold, a typical Dunedin student flat, an old villa which was bloody freezing. There was no sexy strip, we quickly threw off our clothes and dived under the covers.
Her body was exactly as I imagined, slim, smooth porcelain skin, it was like running my hands over silk she was so smooth. Her boobs were small barely filling my cupped hands but the nipples were huge. I slid my head under the covers to enjoy the delights of suckling those gorgeous fleshy orbs. She squealed delightedly as my mouth closed over each one individually and sucked and nibbled. My hand found its way between her legs and she was already open and moist. My fingers slipped easily into her slit which brought out a contented purring moan of pleasure.
