Insatiable

Just created my first blog, and I'm feelin' good!

Today has sucked so far. Work started off rough. It's Sunday, there's not that much to do in my call center, and I had went out for drinks last night. My head hit the table out of boredom. There are no supervisors on Sunday. My co-workers took this opportunity to tell me what to do. I could have been nice, complacent, and respectful. Instead, I decided to have fun.

After I snapped at them I felt good.

It was the first time I had snapped at them, and DAMN it felt right. I really put them in their place...at least in my own mind :-P

Don't worry I'm not like this everyday ... this is what I get for staying up too late.

Anyways, as promised, here's one of my stories.

I hope you all enjoy.

Short Stories by Nick

Copyright 2006 Nick H.

Part 1: Introduction

John was having a rough day. It wasn’t enough that his job gave him no satisfaction. He was also single, and more than a little lonely. The little frustrations in life: bills, car trouble, a frustrating job, a lonely home life, were all starting to take their toll. He wakes each morning renewing his vows to make changes. Get out there and hit the gym! It’s right around the corner! I’m definitely going today, he would tell himself in the morning. He says the same thing, in his head, hours later with a bowl of cereal in his hand in front of the TV.

***

Two apartments down, Jen’s day wasn’t much better. Rick was away, her roommates were gone for the summer, and she was fucking bored. The bars had become repetitive. The new friends she had made were cool but she missed the familiar faces. Her vibrator entertained her but it wasn’t as much fun as when Rick was here. Besides, she only played with the vibe some of the time. She was so used to shopping, being, and living with Rick that it had become routine. So what the hell am I supposed to do? The answer was surprisingly simple. Jen smiled her devil’s smile, a smile just for herself.

Next stop: bedroom.

***

Why the hell should I get up? Was John’s new thought. After all, the girl in the bar yesterday had rejected him. Like most young men he handled it well on the outside, poorly on the inside. Whether he felt much about the rejection or not, whether he took it personal or not, didn’t matter. He would still relive it and remember it, when he knows he should just forget about it. All of a sudden the gym seems so very far away.

Night comes. Friends come by, and the blunt smoke is welcomed by his brain, but not his lungs. He welcomes this escape, rides the high and laughs all the stress away. What the hell, he thought, with an ironic smile. I’ve got my health, he says to himself, as smoke fills his lungs.

On nights when he doesn’t smoke, especially if it has been a while, he finds hints of despair and sadness taking over. Later, alone, in his bed, he ends up taking care of himself. Again. At least I’m not depressed … or am I just in denial? Nah, I’m only feeling a little down because I haven’t exercised…that lack of exercise is what caused this. I’ll be ok.

At least, that is what John is telling himself tonight.

***

Jen was anxious. It had been weeks since Rick was over, and on this day she found herself counting down the hours until he would be in her apartment. She had missed him, no she had yearned for him. Eventually she ached.

She didn’t want to just make love, she wanted to luxuriate in flesh.

The last few nights she found herself pleasuring her body with her fingers. At first it was out of frustration, but right now it seemed so … natural.

As she lay in her bed her blonde hair rested on the pillow. Her hands were sliding up and down her hips, snaking left and right. Her chest rose up and down as she breathed slowly, breasts heaving and falling. She felt her silky fingers sliding up and down her soft thigh. As she writhed around in bed, her legs rubbed softly together. The silk panties and t-shirt she wore started to feel obtrusive.

Stretching out in bed, Jen moaned when her fingers caressed herself between her legs, warm touches through the fabric of her panties heating up the pink flesh underneath.

Her body went from cool to warm in a matter of moments. The heat built up in between her legs, her nipples warmed and hardened, and every touch was electric. Warmth coursed through her body as she writhed and slithered in bed, moving her head from side to side as wetness built inside her warm pussy.

“Mmmmmm…” was the only sound she could make when she slipped her fingers under the waistband, just teasing, as her other hand cradled her breast. She kneaded her warm skin, wrapping her fingers around her nipple and squeezing softly as her other hand slid up and down her tummy.

The room, the bed, the apartment, all of it slid away and all that mattered was the feeling. What was a warm bed is now a soft cloud, warmly cradling her writhing body, her soft frame helpless under the constant caresses of her warm hands. She breathed deep as her hand fondled her breast, chest heaving as she licked her lips, the heat between her legs unbearable. Her lips parted as she breathed sharply. The sound that emerged was a shudder, a soft whisper: huhhh…. She slid her panties down her smooth legs, kicking them away.

She slid her thighs together and the warm feeling of silky thigh against her moist pussy relaxed and excited her at the same time. The smooth feel of her fingers along her thighs as nothing compared to the pleasure of brushing her fingers along her outer lips. She moaned again as her hands slid up her tummy and under the shirt to lift it away. She tossed the restricting shirt away and returned her lustful attention to her breasts, writhing and moaning.

The door opened and a shock went up her spine. Rick! She heard his footsteps and thought Finally! Her fingers found her pussy again, and she was breathing hard as her fingers entered her moist wanting pussy.

“Jen?” came Rick’s voice, with only a small hint of urgency.

“In here, baby!” sang Jen, but Rick was already through the door.

“Damn!” was all he could muster. He couldn’t see her body under the covers but could tell exactly what Jen had been doing. Her cheeks flushed, t-shirt casually tossed away at one end of the bed, panties on the other. Her blue eyes flashed at him, her arms, two long folds under the sheets, colliding between her legs, he could tell she was slipping her fingers in and out right in front of him. He instantly hardened. Then she looked away…she was pumping, and breathing, and panting. He wanted her more than ever.

“You really know how to give a guy a good welcome…” The shirt was off and now he was unbuckling his belt. “I’m sorry I’m late, my sister insisted on a last meal before the trip.”

Jen stopped for a moment. She was panting but thought that Rick smelled different, and looked away. Was it his cologne? Perfume? She couldn’t quite place it. She instantly recalled that when he called her earlier told her he “can’t talk now” but would come home “as soon as I can,” and was quite curt. She feared the worse and was a little angry. Some other woman? Was he using his sister as an excuse?

She still touched and caressed her pussy. She needed him. It took her a few minutes to get ready, but he was ready in less than a second.

His pants slid off and his cock bobbed up, thick, dark, rigid. At the sight of his hard, thick pole of muscle, jutting out towards her, all other thoughts melted away, and her legs warmed and spread a little wider of their own accord.

It wasn’t two people wanting each other. It was two bodies needing each other. His naked body was warm with lust, his hand sliding up and down his thick hard cock. He slid under the covers and was welcomed by the sight of Jen’s pink lithe body, naked and dripping. Her breasts heaved with her every breath, her arms opening to receive him, her legs sliding together, pussy opening up for his cock.

He looked at her hungrily, closing his eyes when their lips met. Her mouth melted in his, and as his warm body embraced hers she felt his hard cock rubbing her tummy. Warm breasts pressed against Rick’s chest in the embrace. He moaned into the kiss, their warm wet tongues softly massaging each other as their lips parted. She opened and closed her mouth against his, gently massaging his tongue…she got the whiff of some alien perfume, and wondered again if it was some other woman, or he hugged his sister and ended up smelling like that…

When his fingers touched her pussy these thoughts too, melted away. Her moans pierced the air as Rick’s fingers slid up and down her outer lips, his cock along her thigh, hardening and oozing a drop of precum that wetted her warm skin.

The feel of his body against hers excited her, his hard cock rubbing her thigh. She couldn’t help rubbing his hardness. Her hand reached out to stroke it and it pulsed once in her hand. He moaned, breaking their kiss and he ran his tongue up and down her neck. The feeling of his wet tongue sliding from her neck to her breasts made her writhe and moan. Ohhhh yesss…

Rick’s mouth opened to suckle her soft breast, his tongue leaving a slick trail up and down her nipple.

He kneaded her other breast with his other warm hand and moaned again. Jen’s hand gripped and squeezed his thick cock and she was pulling his thickness towards her hot, dripping opening, but he resisted. She liked the feeling of his cock on her thigh, felt powerful as she stroked his hard pole of muscle. Warm fingers squeezed his cock hard and it made him bite her breast. She gasped as his finger caressed her clit. A hot wet tongue slid up and down her breast, lips kissing their way up to her neck.

Jen gave his cock a final tug, and Rick gave in. He allowed his cock to touch her pussy lips but went no further. Her warm body twitched in his arms, soft breasts pushing against his hard chest. Her round hips warming under his touch, fingers squeezing her soft ass. A smooth cockhead sliding up and down her pussy lips, wetness dripping between them. She stroked his hardness back and forth, Rick gasping as he licked her breast. He slid his hand down between them to caress her warm pussy lips. As his smooth cockhead caressed her pussy lips, a hot finger suddenly rubbed her clit and Jen gasped. Her hand retreated from his cock as her body jumped. Rick moved his caresses to her ass … and teased her with a finger edging slowly between her buttocks. Their legs slid together, her silky soft legs sliding together with his, their hands all over each other pulling their warm bodies together.

Rick let his cockhead slide up to her clit. Jen gasped as the smooth head rubbed her sensitive skin, moaned and writhed in his arms, breasts flailing as wetness dripped all over her clit. His hands slid up and down her back. When he held her close, pressing his hands into her ass, he let his cock slide up in between them, sandwiched between their tummies. Soft moans left Jen’s lips as she felt his fiery hardness pulsing thick against her tummy, his balls warming her moist pussy lips, tickling her pink lips.

Her silky arms wrapped around him, as Rick slid his lips against hers. Jen felt his tongue part her lips, and she licked and massaged his tongue with hers. Jen made soft moans into his mouth as he moved his hips back and forth, his cock rubbing up and down her tummy, allowing his cock to rub her clit every once in a while. When his smooth cockhead reached her clit she gasped in his mouth, sucking his tongue into her just a bit. As her legs wrapped around his, urgently pulling him towards her, he used his fingers to tease her ass, sliding a finger deep between her asscheeks, inching ever closer to her sensitive hole. He forced his cock to stay away from her pussy, despite her urgings. He knew she was ready, but not really ready.

She moaned, urgently, begging with her moans, when he pulled away from her latest ply for his cock. On her ass, she felt a hard Slap! She felt the sting on her ass, and writhed and moaned in response. Ohh! Rick smiled when she moaned, lying on his back, his cock in the air.

Jen felt a hand slide up her back, reaching her shoulder and pushing her down. She responded immediately, and the feeling of Jen’s soft wet tongue on his tummy was electrifying. He gasped when her tongue playfully licked his cock. Rick was angry at her teasing, as her mouth quickly pulled away from him.

Jen was shocked. She smelled that new smell…on his cock! Her body tensed as she withdrew from his throbbing organ. How fucking dare he? How could he – Ohh! His palm smacked her ass. All thoughts of anger, all feelings of shock, melted away in the face of immediate lust. For now, she was his. His sharp spank on her ass made her cheeks flush. She writhed slowly as he rubbed his hands all over her ass. The hand kneading her ass made her moan into submission. Jen’s eyes closed as she whimpered. He lips kissed his cock gently. She teased him, her breasts rubbing his tummy, hard nipples across his skin. Wet lips kissing and suckling his thighs. Rick was shaking when she kissed his cock, grabbing her hear and pulling her head towards him. Her mouth suckled his cockhead, she wrapped her lips around it and rolled her tongue around his hardness. “Mmmmmm…” was all that Rick could say. Jen wrapped her hand around his hardness and slid her mouth up and down his hard cock. Rick moaned as he felt her wet lips sliding up and down his rigid hardness, her wet tongue slithering in circles around his cock head. Wetness dripped down his pulsing cock as Jen’s hand stroked him up and down. He thrust up a little and she gagged as his cock filled her throat.

Jen’s soft moans vibrated along her tongue, along his cock. She tasted his precum trickling down her tongue and throat, moaning as she slid her tongue along the underside of his smooth hard cock. Her lips wrapped tightly around it, following her fingers as they rubbed up and down, her hand turning ever so slightly as her wet lips slid back and forth on the wet trail.

She gasped when his cock hit the back of her throat, almost gagging, her tongue thrusting hard along his cock. It made Rick gasp, arching his back as her wet licks slid all around him. Hands grabbed Jen’s head and she opened her lips wide as he fucked her mouth, bucking his hips slowly, thick cock entering as her mouth received his thrusts with warm, soft wetness. She moaned as his balls slapped her chin, still wet from her dripping juice. They both gasped quickly for whatever air they could get. Each savage thrust was followed by an animalistic, hungry moan. Liquid heat engulfed his hardness, and he thrust harder now.

Her moans were more urgent, passive but passionate. Her teeth were far from him. She made sure he only felt luxurious lips, wet tongue, and soft throat as she suckled his cock with each savage thrust. His breathing became ragged, urgent. Her finger slid around the rim of his asshole, in between caresses on his balls. . As he moaned and writhed, she suckled his cock. Warmth flooded into her pussy, she felt heat building between her legs. Jen squirmed as her pussy dripped warm juice. Her pussy burned. With blinding quickness she moved her body, swung her leg over his face, lowering her hips down to his mouth.

Rick’s eyes were closed, his head back, still in ecstasy as her tongue slid up and down his pulsing cock. He was remotely aware that Jen was moving, outside of the sweet oblivion she had put him in. He was holding his breath to avoid losing control when he felt her breasts moving, her tummy sliding along hers, her body upside down on top of him. As she got ready to 69, Rick felt her warm pussy kiss his chin, and it strangely tickled him.

Rick tensed hard, and Jen’s lips slid off of his cock to bite and play with his balls. His wet cock was rubbing along her cheek now, as she bit his balls, causing only enough pain to stop his cock from tensing any more. Rick’s chin tickled her pussy, and he slid his lips along her pink pussy lips, kissing, licking, nuzzling her sensitive skin. His gentle ministrations sent shivers up her spine as she writhed her hips all over. Jen almost screamed when his wet tongue slid inside her outer lips and reached her inner lips.

His tongue did not fill her all the way, but his wet licks along her skin, the way he pushed past her outer lips to reach her inner lips made her juices flow. The feeling filled her, flames burned from her pussy down her thighs, fire erupted in her chest, as she moaned and writhed. Moist lips suckled along her pussy lips, his wet tongue swirled inside her moist pussy, licking and tasting her inner lips. Her muscles twitched, but whtaver control she had was lost when his tongue reached her clit. Gasping, her body tensed, her pussy tightening as he confidently licked. He moved with purpose, until her lips found his cock again.
Rick again found himself losing control, as Jen’s wet mouth and slick tongue slid up and down on his cock, he couldn’t help but writhe against her. Rick loved the way her breasts felt along his tummy, the way her tongue suckled him. He closed his eyes, feeling her silky legs hugging his face, her tight ass up in the air as his tongue curled inside her dripping pussy.

As he held his breath, he moved his tongue left and right, and made little circles as he pumped in and out, sending Jen into deep throes of pleasure. Her moans intensified around his cock as he thrust deep, fucking her mouth raw. Animalistic moans accompanied their thrusting, as Jen swayed and bucked her smooth hips slowly, then savagely against Rick’s face. His tongue would only go so deep, and Jen needed something hard and thick, and deep.

Rick was hardening ender her wet licks, but was holding on, surprising Jen with his endurance. Rick knew exactly why he was lasting so long, and smiled along her pussy as his tongue fucked her. The hard slap on her ass made her tense and moan, as he pushed her hips aside. Jen felt his hands caressing her sides, her mouth still engulfing his cock when he tensed again. She slowly slid her lips up his cock, her tongue swirling around softly. Her lips kissed off of him, allowing some more juice to drip from her lips down to his cockhead.

She looked at him and moved up to kiss him, Rick tensing a little but allowing Jen to share whatever juice remained. The taste of his precum still filling her mouth, Rick gave her lips and tongue a wet massage with his own as he held her silky body to him. Jen’s breasts pressed against his hard chest as her legs slid along his, gasping as his wet cock slid along her tummy.

Again his cock was squished between them, but it was slicker now, wet and hard, pulsing between them. Jen moaned as his tongue slid inside her mouth, his fingers doing the same to her pussy. His fingers carefully stayed out of her depths, only teasing her outer lips. She sighed into the kiss, their bodies writhing against each other, skin on skin.

Rick’s fingers slid from the bottom of her outer lips to her clit. He flicked his finger quickly along the underside of her clit, drawing his finger away quickly. She gasped and tensed, and he slid his finger from bottom to top again. Her moans became slower when his fingers slowed down. Rick felt her wet pussy lips drip more juice onto his fingers, and as he caressed her clit again, he felt it throb as she moaned. He flicked his finger along the bottom of her clit, its hood giving way as she gasped again.
He stroked again and again, and her clit was pulsating as he suckled her lips. Her hands held him tightly as his fingers continued their slow caresses. Again he reached her clit, stroked lightly, and found that it had emerged, her pussy lips had opened, just slightly, and her clit was even more exposed.
She was ready.

Rick saw that Jen had closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed as he licked her neck. He reached down to guide his cock along her pussy lips and she moaned and tensed when his smooth wet cockhead touched her dripping pussy. He rubbed his cock up and down, then grabbed her ass.
The first savage thrust made her gasp loudly. His thick cock penetrated hard and deep, his balls slapping hard against her wet skin. His hips bucked into her as his cock filled her and expanded her walls.
as his thick cockhead rubbed the wet tight walls of her inner lips, he sucked her neck. Jen moaned as she felt his thickness pulsating, filling her tight pussy. She bucked and writhed as he slid deeper and deeper.

Their moans turned into screams as his fucking became more urgent. Jen felt hands sliding down between her asscheeks, fingers sliding nearer to her tight hole. His fingers swirled around the rim of her asshole, occasionally slipping inside a bit as he fucked.

She tensed and screamed when he played with her asshole, her pussy muscles tightening around his cock as it thrust menacingly into her. His endlesss thrusts were icing on the cake now that his fingers were curling inside her asshole. She screamed as she felt the unstoppable wave of pleasure overtake her.

Jen writhed as she bucked hard and came all over Rick’s cock. Rick screamed and arched his back, his cock gushing out his cum as well. Juices splashed between them as his remaining thrusts became wet slaps against her still writhing body. His balls still slapping her wet skin, drenched in their cum their sensitive organs still bucked against each other.

His cock pumped and pulsed as a part of him emptied out of him and became a part of her. She moaned out the last of her juice as she came all over him, wet pussy muscles clenching and milking the juice out of his cock as wetness exploded from her. Rick collapsed on top of her, spent.
Jen was basking in the relaxed, calmer, warm pleasure of the afterglow, his slippery cock still inside her. She liked that his cock became softer in her, almost rubbery, as her thighs and pussy lips caressed it. Normally she could enjoy the glow for hours, or even want to cum again, but this night she felt an urge to get up. The hint of a smell of another woman snuck inside her nose, and after the satisfaction of her immediate needs came rationality and regret. She slowly slid out from under Rick’s heavy form and grabbed her robe.

By now Rick had come down from the high of cumming. His light switch was in the off position and it would be an effort to remain awake. Usually Jen would fall asleep in their cum, why was she getting out?
“Somethin’ wrong, hun?” Rick looked up at her thin back, the silk robe whipping around, denying him a view of her silky back and pert butt. She turned her head, just slightly, flashing her impish smile.

“You could have at least showered before fucking me!” Her blue eyes did not look directly at him when the joke left her lips, she just kept that thin cool smile.

“Hey, it was your fault!” Rick smiled back, and Jen kissed him on the cheek.
“Go to bed hun, you had a long trip. If that didn’t wear you out I know I did!” He smiled and lied on his side, eyes already closed. Jen was in the shower in a flash. She didn’t feel like cuddling, touching, or even looking at him. It wasn’t the clichéd movie jealousy, or the anger of betrayal she felt burning through her veins. Wasn’t she too modern … nay, too cosmopolitan, that’s the word … to be sucked into the naïve assumption she was his only one? Is it possible to be realistic, or modern, but still have an old-fashioned soul? If they were casually dating it would have been different. However, Jen and Rick were living together. In older days this would have been called “living in sin,” but in the 21^st century, to a woman like Jen, when a man wants to live with her, it is a mark of monogamy. Jen decided that it wasn’t the fact that he was a man, and in a funny way it wasn’t the actual act of him fucking another woman that upset her the most. It was the fact that he lied about it.

Jen started soaping up, and the gentle motions of her soapy fingers sliding up and down her pussy lips relaxed her. He didn’t have to lie, the bastard. But this has happened to me before. And what did I do last time? I cried in the corner. I was sixteen!. So what now? She thought that she was too old to suffer like the “drama-queen teen” she feared to be. Confronting him directly was her next choice, but as Jen caressed her breast, slid her soapy fingers inside her pussy, she sighed. She moaned. Jen smiled, and delighted in the fact that she would not confront him directly. Minutes ago she was pleasuring herself with thoughs of him fucking her. Now she was thinking of ways she could fuck him. Revenge.

Even though she did not know exactly what she would do, her pussy warmed and tensed, her fingers continued their soft ministrations, and she smiled. She found that when she stopped thinking about him, she felt free. Her pussy relaxed and tensed exactly when she needed it to. Her juices responded to her caresses, her body heated up whether or not she thought of him. Whatever I do to him, it’s going to be good. Ohh yess….so good… She lay down and leaned her head back as the water splashed all over her. Jen leaned her head back and writhed as her fingers dipped in and out of her hungry pussy. She was ascending on top of throes of pleasure. Oh, it would be good indeed.

***

John’s weed was wearing off, disillusionment arriving in its wake.

The motivational voice from earlier seemed so quiet now. When it seemed like depression, or even just a slight sadness, were inevitable, something snapped. At that moment, a new energy entered his head. New thoughts, new feelings came out of nowhere. The feeling became like a living entity, speaking through energy and action. Enough, the feeling said. Get up. It wasn’t the usual little voice in his head that nagged him about going to the gym. It wasn’t the inner child starving for paltry emotional affection. No, this force, this thunderous energy, was something more primitive, and therefore much more powerful.

It wasn’t hormonal excitement or a caffeine rush. He found himself showering, soaping up, cleaning vigorously. He lept out of the shower, dried off and washed his face vigorously. He shaved, aftershaved, cologned, changed, and combed quickly but purposefully. In no time he had cleaned up and changed, and even put on his watch, neck chain, and cologne, without any plans, out of rude instinct.

He found himself walking to his apartment door, not caring where he went as long as he met someone new. He had on his best looking watch, a black shirt to match his black hair, and dark jeans. His power shirt. The sidewalk seemed wider than before, the skies more open than ever. I’m meeting someone new, dammit.

His apartment complex was one of many in the small town, each one separated by small streets or patches of woods. He was in a bland world, gray buildings, gray sidewalks, a black patch of a parking lot ending abruptly in the line of trees and bushes. Across the woods sat the nearest complex, a group of more expensive apartments. He was headed that way anyway, but light laughter from that direction had sealed the deal.

His eyes traveled up to peer through the veil of branches. Three people were laughing and joking at the top of the stairwell of the nearest apartment building, visible in the warm yellow glow of the hallway lights. He saw two women and one man sitting there. Inside his mind, John felt alive but not overly excited. Cool, relaxed, determined.

His feet stepped through the short wooded area and as he emerged he felt the chill of a trespasser on forbidden ground. Would they see him, and not recognizing him, and be afraid? Or would they be cold and unresponsive? This was a busy, bustling college town on a Thursday night. It was one of the tiny, small thoughts that did not carry the weight of probability, and so was cast aside. His confidence was restored even though he was a little shaky as he bound up the steps.

Upon reaching the strangers, he slowed down and smiled. A thin, elegant brunette was lounging on the steps, elbows on the steps, leaning back, legs stretched out. Another girl was sitting above, boyfriend in tow. John’s sudden appearance had stopped their conversation in mid-sentence. He smiled and said “Hi, I’m sorry to bother you guys but I was wondering if you guys knew of any parties around here tonight.”

The brunette smiled and spoke first. She had a mirth filled smile, toothy and cute as ever. Thank goodness, was the only coherent thought in John’s head. “Well, we haven’t heard of any parties, but its Thursday, there should be a lot of people hitting the bars.” She was wearing a black tank, showing a little tummy, and black jeans. His next words counted double for him.

“Nice,” said John. “Yeah I’m just trying to head out, I’m trying to do whatever.” It wasn’t what he said, more how he said it. He leaned back, his hands, for a change, were not shoved in his pockets. He spoke energetically but not too quickly. His words emerged confidently, but he was not beaming. The brunette was smiling and relaxed.

“We usually go to Hokie House,” offered the girl sitting atop the stairs.

“That’s cool. Oh, by the way, I’m John.” His hand shot out, and the brunette looked at him.
“I’m Christy.” He amiably shook hands with her two friends but forgot their names immediately.
“Cool cool, nice to meet you guys. I’m also thinkin’ about havin’ a keg party tomorrow night, I live right down there.” John turned and pointed at his apartment building, a square shape behind the trees. The conversation became an amusing reverie about getting a keg up to John’s apartment. His dwelling lay in the third floor, and top floor, of an elevator-less building.

“Yes,” John decided, “keg parties are nice.” Christy laughed, and John smiled at her lightly.
“You’re so random!” She said, with that impossibly delightful grin of hers. His mind supplied him an instant translation. I like your spontaneity, and I have no hang-ups about meeting new people. Personality wise everything seemed great so far. John just hoped she thought he was cute, forgetting already that women are not as visually stimulated as men.

His attention was on her face. So mirth filled was her smile, John was struck by the thunderbolt. John laughed and delighted in her glow.

“I try,” shrugged John. John smiled and tilted his head as he shrugged, and his silvery thin necklace glinted.

“Nice blingy necklace, John,” Christy poked with her words playfully. “Is it platinum?”
“Please girl - this is silver, the platinum is in my pocket!” John was rewarded with a burst of laughter. This time it was what he said, and also how he said it. He loved making her smile, already he liked this girl, but for once managed to keep his cool.

“Good one!” was her smiling reply. For some reason, John knew he could have asked for her number right then and there, but some part of his head told him to wait. He was so relaxed he really didn’t care whether he got it or not. He was having a lot of fun just talking to Christy.

The conversation then revolved around other things, the three new people John had met had just gotten back from a study abroad trip in China. The guy he had just met turned out not to be anyone’s boyfriend, just a friend of these two girls, and maybe more. He regaled them with stories of how he seduced two girls on the trip. The old John would have been selfish and weak, and gotten jealous for no reason.

John’s new self, which emerged today, was happy. Happy for making new friends, even if they didn’t last forever. Happy for these great strangers, who talked to him and invited him to hit the bars with them. It was summer, and it was nice outside.

Later on, the guy excused himself and it was just Christy and the other girl. Christy was standing next to John on the balcony, putting a cigarette in her mouth, and said:

“John, look at this!” She got out her lighter, held it well below the cig, and flicked it on. John watched, realizing the hot air above the lighter was enough to light her cigarette, but she was acting like it was a magic trick. Of course he at least had to act amused, and smiled accordingly.

“Wow, cool!” smiled John. Christy smiled as well, and John took the chance and leaned in, lightly sliding his hand up her skin, the smooth area of her hip peeking out between her tank and her jeans.
“So what other tricks do you know?” said John in a deeper, softer voice. She smiled and playfully wriggled away, smirking at him, her eyes smiled at him too.

John was careful and kept the flirtation to a minimum, and the casual conversation continued.

Later that night John got Christy’s number and invited her to the party he was having Friday night.
John found himself a little anxious, but not nervous like the old John would have been. Instead of obsessing over Christy, he found himself relaxed, and focused on cleaning house and setting up the entertainment. The drinks were taken care of, and before everything was perfect, all of the setting up was forgotten when Christy showed up.

It was a perfect gathering of old and new friends. Christy brought her beautiful roommate Vicky, a breathtaking blonde who could be a model. John’s roommates were close friends, and some other new friends were drinking and playing cards. Christy and Vicky weren’t the only girls at the party, but it was Christy who had most of John’s attention.

However, he noticed that he didn’t find himself staring at the girls and acting like a teenage boy, which is what the old John would have done. He was amazed at the way he was changing, not understanding it but loving it. Am I really growing up? He wondered. That these changes were not enough, was something John, sadly, had yet to realize.

Christy smiled and spoke to John immediately. She praised his apartment and even complimented him on the fact that he provided snacks on top of the drinks. John didn’t realize the easy opening he had here, and his lack of initiative would hurt him later, but he was not aware of this.
So happy that all felt right in the world, he sat down to drink and joke with everyone. The game was Kings, where everyone picked any of the 52 cards in the scattered deck and each number meant everyone had to do something different. The first one to screw up has to drink.

John was playing Mario before everyone had arrived, and the game was paused on the TV. Christy wasn’t too involved in Kings, pointed to the TV, and asked John:

“Whose game is that?” This started the happiest moment of the party. It was that clichéd, yet beautiful moment, when John realized that this girl liked everything he liked. That her roommate also played Mario was just icing on the cake.

Christy complained about the ceiling fan being on, telling John that it made her eyes dry. A small part of John urged him to take the opportunity to joke and kid with her, but he could see that she was squinting and her eyes really were dry. He turned off the fan, but did not realize what she was really saying.
At least, not until she pointed out an empty plastic cigar holder on the table John had left there.
“Is this for when people smoke blunts?” She asked John. He nodded yes, and smiled.
“I always say, rollin’ a blunt …” this prompted a smile from Vicky, who stopped playing Mario long enough to chime in with Christy: “Is a man’s job!” They both had a laugh and John momentarily had wild visions dancing in his head of smoking weed with both girls and having a hot threesome with them. The moment passed and he had his cool back, laughed at their joke, amazed that everything seemed to fall into place.

Later, Christy and Vicky decided to hit the bars. Later the apartment was empty save for his roommates and empty cups. Sitting on his couch, John made the fateful decision he would later call “Strike Two.” He didn’t know if it was just the classic case of letting his balls do his thinking, or his pathetic inner child that dominated the old John taking over, but regardless, it happened.

John decided to hit the bar Christy was going to. He didn’t even stop to think that Christy might want some time to gossip about this new guy she had met, and he would have to wait a minimum of two days before calling her again. He just went, and damn the consequences.

Disillusionment and disappointment reared its ugly head. He did meet up with Christy but was much too eager, while Christy was relaxed and jovial. The conversation went nowhere after the small talk, and after coming home John felt he had lost some brownie points, and decided not to call Christy for a long time.

Weeks later, when he did call her, excitement pulsed in his blood. She was having a party, and he was quickly invited. He brought over beer and a favorite of hers, Jose Cuervo. John did all the right things, greeted and talked to all her friends, made sure not to give too much attention to Christy. She gave him a tour of her apartment, and he admired her playboy bunny adorned bathroom as well.

When they got to her room, the dirty part of his mind was thinking of closing the door and making a move, right at the beginning of the party before everyone could get good and drunk. However, he stopped himself and his cooler, business like mind took over. He boldly took a risk and showed her the weed he had brought, even though he had not asked her before hand if it was ok to bring it over. He was glad when she quickly showed him her weed. He asked if he could leave his greenery there, and she agreed. Nick patted himself on the back, knowing it would give him a reason to get into her room later.

There were lots of other guys and girls there and Nick meshed well. Later it was decided that everyone would head to Hokie House. The group split into two, those going now and those going later. John, not wanting to seem too desperate, didn’t join Christys group. Although he did see her at the bar, it was too loud to really talk, and Christy was gone before long. Because he thought Christy left right after he talked to her, John feared he had suffered “Strike Three”.

Later though, he made a bold move and decided to go back to Christy’s apartment. Although risky and foolish, he did need his weed. Some of her friends had crashed but Christy was in her room talking with two friends. The door was closed, and John knocked it.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, John. I left something in your room.”

“Oh that’s John, he’s cool, let him in.” As John entered, the familiar smell of weed smoke permeated the room. Christy was in a tight t-shirt and panties, looking very sexy. John definitely noticed but acted like he didn’t. He sat down, met Christy’s other friends, a guy and a girl, and shared a bong hit. Everyone was making small talk about music. Then John shared his weed, and looked at Christy.

“This is the good shit, and I’ll smoke anyone under the table.” He looked at Christy when he said it and she smiled back.

“We need to hang out more, it’d be cool to play Mario again.” John smiled when he heard that. It was a clear sign, and he went with it.

“That’s definitely cool with me.” Everything seemed alright, but then it was time for Christy’s girlfriend to get a ride home and they had to wait outside. Christy mentioned something about going to bed later but she didn’t seem in a rush to shoo anyone out. The guy that was in the room was smoking a cig outside, and John chatted with him. When John got up to leave, the guy said:

“C’mon dude, stay a while.” It was his tone that surprised John even more than the words. It wasn’t the casual, polite tone. He sounded so sincere John couldn’t tell if the guy was just being friendly or not. Also, he took Christy’s sleepy-time declaration at face value, not realizing she at all that she may have just been trying to reduce the head-count.

In reality, this was probably Strike Three for John. He left, saying goodbye to Christy, who asked her to call him the next day.

… Continued in Part Two: “Timing is everything”

Call me insatiable. Call me crazy. Or, you can just call me "Nick."

As long as we're having fun.


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