I was at a networking happy hour last night for the local alumni chapter of the east coast college that I went to. After three years of getting invites, April convinced me to attend as it would be good for me all around to meet people and reminisce about the good ole' days. Instead, I just got hammered with the happy hour special on tequila and pretty sure I made a fool out of myself. I still hadn't checked my credit card account to see the damage, but I was expecting the worse. Thankfully, I took an Uber to and from the bar and woke up in my bed this morning.
"Uh April, I think I need to polish those networking skills. The only connection that I made last night was with the man in the bottle...Jose! We'll see if I'm off the invite list for the next event."
"Damn Johnny, what's been going on? You've been in a funk?!?"
Yep, until this morning's escapades, I've been in a professional and personal funk. I'm starting to understand the professional side of things with Chris manipulating Melissa to keep me down and how that's effected the way I act to everybody else. Personally, I was having more of a relationship with alcohol than women lately as I was using alcohol as the stress reliever to work. Not the best strategy, but it is what it is.
"Yeah, I don't know April. I've got a good feeling that things are turning around!" With that, I mentally instructed her to exaggerate her walk so that I could watch her ass sway side-to-side. She immediately slowed her pace by a step or two and she began to sway so that a ripple would form on each butt cheek as she stepped. I was instantly mesmerized, and I nearly collided with her a few times as my hard-on was now straining against the mesh of my gym shorts.
We stopped at an opening of the path and I mentally instructed her not to look down and notice my hard-on. My curiosity finally won out against my horniness, and I felt it was a good time to ask her why she was here and not with her boyfriend, J.R. "April, I thought that you were taken today off. What's going on?"
Her mood immediately changed with her smile disappearing and her taking a deep breath.
Time to utilize my super-power for something other than admiring her juicy ass. "April, it's cool, I'm a good friend, just tell me what's on your mind. I'm here for you."
As if a light was turned on, she faced me and dove headfirst into what was going on. Last night, J.R. came over her apartment drunk after a guys' night out. He was belligerent and wanted some late night action with April. He could barely stand and was in no condition to have sex. When April politely refused and told him that they would have plenty of time to make love over the 3-day weekend, J.R. became furious at her for denying him. He ended up passing out on her bed. April stayed on the couch as she was afraid that if she stayed in bed with him he would either puke on her or continue to pressure her into having sex with him. When she woke up this morning, J.R. was gone and he didn't wake her up to either apologize or say goodbye. At the moment, April just decided that this weekend trip wasn't going to happen.
She went on to explain to me that her relationship with J.R. was perfect on paper. He was a respected cop with a degree in criminology. He had a great supportive family that treated her well. They were two years into their relationship and they have had at times spoken about their future together.
However, he has been emotionally abusive to her especially when he was drinking. If they disagreed on something, he would tell her to fall in line with whatever he said and reminded her that he could easily score better looking and more supportive women at a moment's notice. I would classify April as an "alpha" personality who really believed in her abilities and brains at work. I could never in a million years see her being a submissive partner.
She went on. He would also comment on her looks especially the size of her breasts and the sound of her voice. I found April's unique slightly high-pitch voice cute. As for the size of her breasts, from what I could tell they were perky and matched her frame. They weren't small enough to be mistaken for a body of a boy, but they weren't head turners either. Even though I didn't have a problem with her breasts to begin with, her bubble butt made her a unicorn as it was a one in a million ass.
As I stood there, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I've met J.R. a few times mostly at company functions and he seemed like a nice guy. But man, he sounded like a complete insecure douche-bag. She deserved better.
Utilizing my pink powers of persuasion, I supportively held her by the shoulders, looked deeply into her eyes, and said the following, "look April, you deserve better. You are a strong, independent beautiful woman that doesn't have to take shit from anybody. There are guys that can handle a woman with her own opinion. Don't ever apologize for being you."
With my attempt at a Knute Rockne-like speech comlete, I pulled her in for a hug. She gripped me so tightly that I thought her finger nails were going to dig in. After a minute or so embracing each other, we slowly pulled away with our faces merely inches away. She gave me that look, and I wanted to lean in and kiss her, but I didn't. I quickly recovered with a smile and she smiled in return, but it wasn't as radiant as earlier.
"Let's head back Johnny. Thank you for your kind words, you don't know how much I really do appreciate them."
With that, she turned and started to walk briskly back towards work with her thong still sticking out on top of her yoga pants. I followed along chastising myself for not going in for the kiss. It should have been easy especially considering what I got Nicki and Melissa to do. However, I really like April and part of me didn't want her to kiss me under the persuasion of these pink pills. Plus, would that have made me any better than that douche-bag J.R.?!?
As we re-entered our work building through the back entrance, I was still wrestling with these thoughts. Typical for a Friday afternoon, the gym was empty. April turned to me, gave me another big hug, and thanked me again for being supportive of her.
With that she bounced in the way that only she could into the larger of the two bathrooms. At this moment, I finished wrestling with my thoughts and made a decision. I knew that April was just a few feet away from me inside the bathroom. I instructed her that if she truly wanted me to kiss her back there on the path, then she was to leave the bathroom that she was in unlocked. If she wasn't genuinely interested in me, then she was to leave the bathroom locked and to continue to just do her thing.
Like a drunken gazelle, I leaped over to my locker, grabbed my gym bag and leaped back over to my door of destiny. With a deep breath and a look to the heavens, I reached out, grabbed the handle of the door and started to push down to see if it would let me in to the cute pixie on the other side. I watched anxiously as the door handle kept going south until I heard the distinct sound of the bolt retracting from the door frame. As if in another out-of-body experience, I felt myself push the door in and enter the bathroom. Just in front of the shower in the back of the bathroom was April. She had only managed to take off her socks and shoes and was just standing there with a nervous look. Unlike Nicki and Melissa, she showed no signs of fear and/or confusion. After what felt like an eternity but was more likely a few seconds, April smiled at me. That was the sign that I was looking for.
Carpe Diem Motherfucker! With that moment of reassurance to myself, I closed the gap between us and confidently but not forcefully reached for her. I pulled her into my arms with my right hand placed gently against the small of her back. With my left hand, I reached up, palmed the right side of her face, and leaned in to give her the kiss that I truly felt she deserved.
Much to my surprise, April's initial reception was one of a dead fish. Her lips had no reaction and her body became limp in my grasp. Oh, shit balls, this might not have been the best idea that I ever had! Before I could decide on what to do next, April's body came back to life. Her lips pressed back, and I could start to feel her tongue make way into my mouth. Her body went from limp to relaxed and I felt her arms start to surround my torso until her arms were fully crossed and resting on the spot between my upper back and lower neck.
For the next few minutes, we played tonsil hockey like a couple of teenagers in the dark at the local cineplex. As we finally pulled back from our embrace and make-out session, our eyes met, and she gave me one of her patented infectious smiles that just radiated joy. I smiled back and uttered the first words since I entered the bathroom, "hey." Before I could mentally beat myself up over my lack of eloquence, April chuckled and replied "hey." After this slightly awkward exchange, we went back to making out as it better suited us in this moment of time.
As the make-out session continued, my hands started to explore April's body with my left-hand cupping her perfectly round right butt-cheek. As I held it there, I could feel her body start to stiffen and I felt her right hand grab my wrist and try to re-direct my hand somewhere north of her butt. Using my powers of persuasion, I told her to relax and let me worship that beautiful ass the way it should be. Just as quickly as she pulled my hand off, she put it back while taking my right hand and placing it on her left cheek. I was now in buns heaven with each hand full of some righteous ass with April chuckling in between kisses.
With her now at ease, she reached out and pulled my shirt off. April got handsy herself as she explored my upper torso with her hands. I simply continued to wax her ass with my palms. Since I was topless, I figured it was time for April to join me. Within seconds, I easily had her sleeveless black t-shirt off. At this point, April pulled away and did a little twirl for me showing me her pink bra and flat stomach. I could tell that she really took her yoga seriously. With one motion, she grabbed both sides of her sports bra and removed her bra over her head. I finally laid my eyes on those perky breasts with very hard nipples that resembled eraser tips of pencils. I needed to sample these succulent brown tootsie rolls protruding from what appeared to be b-cup breasts. I gingerly placed one of her nipples between my thumb and pointer finger and gently gave it a squeeze. Her reaction was immediate as her breathing went shallow and her eyes closed. I bent over and flicked my tongue out on one of her nipples rotating the nipple clockwise. She clutched the back of my head in approval. What a dumbass J.R. was for not appreciating these perky breasts and extraordinary nipples!
