Quote: (05-14-2011 08:42 AM)Chad Daring Wrote:
I grab Matteo, "put on Cyclone by T-Pain NOW!" He does and she proceded to cyclone all over my balls, starts stripping, has me grabbing her ass, I was speechless (sadly) I recover from the awe and get ready to isolate her and go for a kiss when her roommate suddenly shows up and just whisks her off. Im standing there, hard as all hell, just dumbstruck. I find out that my theta roommate had told his ugly GF to call Xtines roommate. He had tried to bang Xtine multiple times in the past and always failed, and later he admitted to someone else who told me that he had her roommate called because he didn't want me to get what he couldn't
Sorry for the long ass post, I was feeling literary
Shit, man. That's awful. I'd nut shot him.
Mine isn't as bad, but just as literary
My two co-workers showed up at the club. I had never hung with them, or really anybody else from work, outside of the site, so this was new for us. The chick friend was dressed in jeans and a dark shirt that hung below her shoulders with some kind of gold painted in what looked like a heart-ish shape. The guy friend looked like he had walked right out of Brigham Young's Clothes for Men and Mormons. Dark beige zip up sweater, khakis and the look of a man out of his element. He stood out like a Jew in Japan.
Not long after finding our place, two girls I had noticed on the floor in the earlier deader part of the night walked into the corner. One was skinny, had three giant old school punk spikes for hair, glasses and a blue plaid dress. She looked very nerd. This was Spike. Her friend, her very drunk friend cradling a bottle of Raspberry Smirnoff Ice, Seasons, was a chubby little thing but not in the recoiling way. Her tits were masterfully displayed through a white shirt with all the right rips in it, the holes which she played constantly with. On her pelvis was black pleather short-shorts which attached to thick, spaced out fishnet stockings and very furry white shin high boots. Her face was alright if she didn't show her teeth, which were a little off. I gave her a 4.5, but was later told each tit deserved a point, so she was bumped up to 5.5.
Seasons sauntered, well, more like stumbled, over to the girl buddy and said straight up, “I like shiny things. Can I swoop?”. She was pointing to the gold on her shirt. She tentatively agreed and Seasons started to swat at the shirt, her hands softly smacking the girl's tits hidden under the drooping top. We all started talking to this new entertaining girl. Soon, Seasons, with Spike at her back watching her with laser focus, then asked my friend if she liked girls. she said no. The girl's attention focused to the Mormon dude and I. After some small talk, she asked if we were gay. I said no as did my buddy. She continued on about us being gay, not specifically with each other, but just in general. I motioned with my index finger to Seasons. Come closer, it said. She leaned in. I looked at the slut, her head slightly tilted to hear me, and I said, “I'm not gay. I'll prove it.” and I laid a kiss on her which she accepted.
She was on me the rest of the night. Sadly, Spike was a giant fucking cockblocker. She was in a sour mood the entire night because of Seasons. Spike hated me so much that when they went to get another drink, Spike got Season and herself into a conversation with a creepy ass couple looking for a threesome. Seasons came back to me. Because of Spike hovering over us the entire night, I did have the chance and later no will to try to whisk her away. The bathroom would have been the only place. By the time Spike warmed up and smiled, I didn't have the will or the chance to take Seasons to bang. Even when smiling and dancing with a dude (finally), she was still eye like a hawk on me and Seasons. If she can't have fun, no one can.