Friday, 11:45 a.m.
One Friday during my lunch break, I was strolling through the hippie market area near my college, when an old crone approached me selling hand made jewelry or something.
'Listen, lady; I don't wear jewelry and I don't wanna buy any.'
'D'ese aint jewelry, sir; d'ese is Pagan talismans from Eire. I've got talismans f'r d'protection from evil, talismans f'r good luck in love, talismans f'r masculine virility, talismans f'r d'healin' o' sorrows...'
'How much for 'virility'?' I interrupted, more amused than intrigued.
'A better bargain you never seen, sir! You could be a Don Juan! Beautiful women'll be drawn t'y'r seed like bees t'honey f'r d'merest fee o' just five dollars, sir.'
'Alright, alright!' I laughed, thinking, 'just don't say 'seed' any more already, you creepy old hag!!' and handed her a five note in exchange for the charm.
I examined the funny little thing: it was no bigger than a penny, a golden circle of wire, intricately and decoratively wound, with a pearly white stone of some kind in its center. It was pretty, and strange. I normally would never even have given any interest to such a thing let alone money, but for a funny compelling feeling that it had been the right thing to do.
I popped the tiny trinket deep into my jeans pocket and headed off to my afternoon classes.
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Friday, 3:45 p.m.
I got a text from Rebecca after class that afternoon: 'Party @ Melissa's 2nite'
I'd had a crush on Melissa for several months prior to that, and since we were both between relationships at the time, I figured tonight's party would be a good opportunity to maybe ask her out. I texted Rebecca back telling her that I'd see her there.
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Friday, 7:00 p.m.
I showed up around seven, showered, shaved, heavily cologned, and wearing loose-fitting, casual funky clothes that I knew I looked pretty good in.
Melissa met me at the door, and I could tell right away that she was already a bit tipsy.
'Travis! Well heloooo! Come inside! We've got wine coolers and B52s in the kitchen, I think there's some of Julia's Franjelico left but you have to ask her, and Sam's got hash, weed, coke, shrooms and acid!'
'Thanks; good to know! Nice looking house; is it your parents'?'
'Yeah, but they're in California for the next two weeks, so it's 'party time'!'
I smiled and she gave me a peck on my cheek as I stepped over the threshold and entered the party.
It was a really more just a few friends getting together than an actual party, with only maybe a dozen or so people there, all of whom I knew and was friends with from school. I looked around and it turns out that Sam and I were the only guys there. But he was busy making out with his girlfriend Jill on a loveseat in the corner amidst a cloud of smoke. Good music was playing pretty loudly and the vibe was nice. I noticed a couple girls were watching a movie in one of the bedrooms as I stopped in to say hi. Others were hanging out here and there around the house or just outside it.
Weed, hash, and alcohol to relax and unshackle the inhibitions abounded (as well as some coke and acid to drive you crazy, like poor wasted Desiree who just sat trembling in a closet insisting that she was Lady Macbeth's hair stylist and singing the theme to the 1967 George of the Jungle cartoon over and over.) I decided to stick with the beer I'd brought for starters. I opened a bottle and put the rest in the fridge in the kitchen, stopping to say 'hi' to a bunch of giggly wasted hotties.
An hour or so went by in fun, drinking and hanging out in the living room with Sam and the other girls. It was then that Sam and his belle announced that they had to go (home to fuck) so I called them a cab rather than let the completely inebriated young man pilot his motorcar and risk causing an accident.
After they'd gone, I was left alone with the houseful of lovely young honeys. I felt completely outnumbered by vagina (which I was) but the situation still felt totally balanced, relaxed and easygoing for everyone since they were all my friends from college. I just had fun, lived in the moment, and waited patiently and hopefully for my chance to talk to Melissa.
I wondered skeptically for a moment about the little Irish amulet in my pocket...
In another hour or so I was basically completely wasted, and the girls were wasted even worse than me, having begun partying earlier than I had.
It was a hot night, and one or two shirts came off in innocence, leaving Jessica in just a bra and jeans, and Melissa in just a pink thong bikini.
The bong came out of somewhere. It got passed round, and not one of us did not get completely fucking stoned.
I looked around through the haze: Melissa, was a gorgeous brunette with a killer fit body, huge tits and perfect medium-sized ass who seemed to just get hotter and hotter as the night wore on; Rebecca was a natural blonde with a petite body and a gorgeous face; Sophie was another brunette, a slightly larger girl with a gorgeous face, big boobs and an amazing butt; Jessica was a bombshell bleached-platinum-blonde-haired slut with huge firm round fake titties and a little, wonderful perfect ass, and Lisa, another brunette, was a beautiful short cutie with big tits and a nice big ass.
The rest of the girls were elsewhere for the time being; some were outside smoking, a few were swimming in the pool out back, some were hanging out in bedrooms or on the stairs.
