As the night went on, things took a
turn. Thelma and I had remained cozy in a booth, while Shorthorn & Louise
roamed the bar, did a duet, and talked with other groups of people. Before long,
last call had approached and I stepped outside to take a phone call from
Cherry, who I have continued to see since our first encounter whenever we are
in the same area. When I came back in, Louise had gone missing and Shorthorn
was flirting rather hardcore with Thelma. It turns out that Louise had bumped
into her ex, who I suppose she found to be a more reliable lay that night than Shorthorn,
and Shorthorn was attempting to take Thelma home instead, so that his money
spent on these girls would not be a waste (because yes, that IS how Shorthorn thinks and operates.) I
chose not to be mad at this snaky move to scoop in and leave me empty handed,
because I was ready to go home and sleep a little bit before work, and I knew
Cherry would be around the next afternoon. Thelma however returned to my side
when I sat back down. Shorthorn not yet ready to concede defeat invited her back
to our place to continue drinking, to which she quickly agreed. I was beginning
to realize I wasn't going to get much sleep this night.
I headed out to the parking lot, fully
prepared to let Shorthorn take the reins with Thelma, so that I may get some
sleep. I offered to take his car and let him ride with her, but she objected,
saying we were all going to the same place, and she wanted me to finish telling
her a story I had started in the bar. Shorthorn tried handing me his keys
multiple times, but reluctantly drove himself home. I thought we would follow
right behind him, but we didn't. We pulled up to a house that she said belonged
to Louise and rolled into the garage. She made a few phone calls to her, all in
vain, and turned the car off. Her next move wasn't tactful at all, but I am a
guy so I don't suppose it needed to be. Thelma took off her seatbelt and said
"I'm giving you a blowjob." I didn't argue. Allow me to get
sidetracked for just one minute and say this: To any guy reading this, Why is
it that when a girl does something that you know
she learned from porn, it's instantly very hot that she did it, or hilariously
funny? Like "Wow, she actually did it." And a ladies, what makes it funnier is when
you act like you do some of these things for your own enjoyment. Maybe it’s
because I am a guy, but I don’t see how you can think it’s hot when we shoot a
load all over your face, for example. Sure, I like when you let me do it, but
it’s just that, you’re letting me do
it. That’s not what this girl did though, she did something else I found to be unexplainably
funny. She sat up, with every drop of my sticky warm baby gravy still in her
mouth and swirled it around, scooped it up in her tongue like a bowl,
showed it to me, spit some out onto her lips and chin, and finally licked it
all back up and swallowed. I’ve seen it in porn, but this was the first real
life application I’d seen of this particular practice. The best part of the
story is still to come though, no pun intended.
So we get back to the apartment and
Shorthorn has music playing, a case of beer in the fridge, and is sitting on
the couch having a drink when we walk in. I quietly debate with myself if I
could go pass out in my car and be able to sleep before the fast approaching
morning comes. I know it’s not an option though. My course of action will now
be to have a drink or two and pull Shorthorn aside and tell him what took us so
long so that he’ll quit trying to get into her pants and let her leave. Before
I open drink number one, I get a text from Cherry asking what I am doing. I
reply back that I am going to sleep because I have work early. Two drinks later
I’ve still yet to get Shorthorn away from Thelma. The two of them however have
taken multiple cigarette breaks on the balcony. Since I don’t smoke, I used the
time to clean up bits of the mess we are making and to text Cherry, who has
been texting me, despite my claim of being in bed and needing sleep. Out of the
window I see Shorthorn edging closer and closer to Thelma, still trying to
stake his claim as though I was even attempting to compete. I step outside and
Thelma puts her arms around me and goes for a kiss, but I back away. Mostly because
of the cigarette breathe, and my disdain of putting my tongue anywhere that
taste like ashes, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t resurface the image
of her swirling around that sticky mouth full less than an hour ago. She looked
offended, but I turned my head and faked a hard cough and walked back inside
mumbling something about how the cigarette smoke must be choking me. I come
inside to find I have a missed call and a voicemail from Cherry. The voicemail
informs me that Cherry is on her way over “to cuddle”.
It was an unexpected call, because
Cherry as you may know isn’t from the same city as me, and wasn’t supposed to
be in town until the next night. I walk outside to call her back and ask her to
wait until tomorrow. Luckily for me, she couldn’t come over anyway, for
whatever reason to do with her step-mom’s car or some excuse of the sort. I
took a breath of relief and talked for a little bit before walking back inside.
As I walk in I see Thelma and Shorthorn in the midst of a very sloppy wet make
out session. My mind goes right back to the image of her swirling her tongue in
that very same manor earlier. I laugh, I thought I laughed to myself, but I had
indeed laughed out loud and it got their attention. They both look up at me and
Thelma springs to her feet and says “I should get home, it’s late”. Shorthorn
offers to walk her out and she declines. On her way out she yells “Call me”! We
close up and I tell Shorthorn that I am going to bed. Shorthorn gets a smug
look on his face. I could tell he felt as though he won some sort of contest,
like he now had something over me. Shorthorn is a very ego driven person. The conversation
went like this:
Shorthorn: Sorry bro, but she was playing us both, and
you weren’t making a move.
Me: Dude I’m tired and I only have 3 hours to
sleep.
Shorthorn: Are you mad?
Me: I’m tired.
Shorthorn: She tasted like cigarettes
and sweat dude, you didn’t miss anything.
Me: Sweat?
Shorthorn: Yeah, like kind of salty
but bitter. You shouldn’t be mad.
Me: (Thinking to myself: My cum tastes
salty & bitter?) (I laugh out loud) I’m not mad dude, I’m going to sleep.
