YOU SEE THIS IS THE KIND OF SHIT THAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU HAVEN'T GOTTEN LAID SINCE 199- SOMETHING AND YOU MOVE IN WITH A BUNCH OF PARTIERS.
The first brush up against her was accidental. But the coy eyes and precocious smile that they trigger must have told my subconcious mind that I should let myself slip a little more often.
I had already told myself to let it go, leave her alone, it's a formula for disaster, but that's easy to say when she's not right there in front of you.
We walked back downstairs to join everybody else and she took it upon herself to sit on my lap.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm working"
This is the point where my arm somhow ended up around her shoulders.
"Can you show me what you're doing?"
"I'm hitting the local web-zines to promote the show I'm putting together"
"Hmm, that's cool."
Those coy eyes just continued to tease me. She might as well have just asked me what I wanted to do with her right then.
The odd thing is that by the time my brain figured out what was going on, my hands had already been stealing second, and she was letting it happen.
The odd thing is the topic of conversation never changed at all. If it were a radio show, everyone would have thought I was trying to tell her more about the local scene. Maybe that's why no one noticed when her bare breast started to peek out from under her sweater.
..."So where is the show gonna be at?"
(hands breezing past second and rounding third)
... "so who do you have... (ahhh) designing the (mmm) flyers?"
At this point my brain comes out of it's coma and I realize that there are other people around. Several of which have past right by us and not said anything.
Perhaps she noticed me noticing, or she just has an impeccable sense of timing, but this is the point where she turns around and sticks her toungue down my throat.
As the game of tonsil hockey commences she starts to nibble and pull on my lower lip with her teeth. Perhaps to signal to me that she likes it rough, perhaps to leave her mark. I still haven't figured it out yet.
I think that I'll leave it at that however, because I don't need to get into all the reasons this is a bad idea. Just suffice it to say that it didn't go much farther than that, but I don't know how much longer I can hold out.
The first brush up against her was accidental. But the coy eyes and precocious smile that they trigger must have told my subconcious mind that I should let myself slip a little more often.
I had already told myself to let it go, leave her alone, it's a formula for disaster, but that's easy to say when she's not right there in front of you.
We walked back downstairs to join everybody else and she took it upon herself to sit on my lap.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm working"
This is the point where my arm somhow ended up around her shoulders.
"Can you show me what you're doing?"
"I'm hitting the local web-zines to promote the show I'm putting together"
"Hmm, that's cool."
Those coy eyes just continued to tease me. She might as well have just asked me what I wanted to do with her right then.
The odd thing is that by the time my brain figured out what was going on, my hands had already been stealing second, and she was letting it happen.
The odd thing is the topic of conversation never changed at all. If it were a radio show, everyone would have thought I was trying to tell her more about the local scene. Maybe that's why no one noticed when her bare breast started to peek out from under her sweater.
..."So where is the show gonna be at?"
(hands breezing past second and rounding third)
... "so who do you have... (ahhh) designing the (mmm) flyers?"
At this point my brain comes out of it's coma and I realize that there are other people around. Several of which have past right by us and not said anything.
Perhaps she noticed me noticing, or she just has an impeccable sense of timing, but this is the point where she turns around and sticks her toungue down my throat.
As the game of tonsil hockey commences she starts to nibble and pull on my lower lip with her teeth. Perhaps to signal to me that she likes it rough, perhaps to leave her mark. I still haven't figured it out yet.
I think that I'll leave it at that however, because I don't need to get into all the reasons this is a bad idea. Just suffice it to say that it didn't go much farther than that, but I don't know how much longer I can hold out.
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personally, no, i doubt the universe would come crashing down, its bigger and smarter than us and recognizes that these things happen. a lot. however, we won't get to test that theory because i cannot make it to the party as i am working the closing shift that night. so unless you shiftless little psychos want to come visit me over at Easton and mess with the last minute holiday shoppers, we may never know if you are me and i am you and me and all of us.
i am Quis. fuck with me and you fuck yourself...
hehehahehahahehahehahehahehahee... giggle
anyway, i am currently being stalked by dead eyed children with horrible grins and jagged metal teeth, so i need to be moving before they catch my scent again...
have fun at your party simulacrum.