Now, ever since “Project Calgary” broke up, a lot of the guys have gone their separate ways. I’ve obviously stayed in contact with The SAINT, since we live together. I talk to Leg-Z every once in awhile, but don’t see him too much; he has other business going on. New Guy I never see, and that’s ok with me. Konica and I have our differences, and M has been staying away from the clubs. M is one dude who started out in this with me, as I was the first one in the house, and we used to wing together every night, with a debrief coming after wards. I’ve missed him quite a bit. Now, we both needed our space after the house broke up, just to let emotions come down, and lives to be sorted out a bit first before we began talking again. I’ve been fortunate that M has also recognized this, and once we had our lives back in order, we got back in contact and have been meeting for coffee and staying in touch. Many people don’t realize this, but most the philosophy I use with the lair currently is due to feedback from M. It seemed like every time we’d schedule a night to go out, something would come up. He’d be sick, I’d be sick; I’d bring a bunch of new guys with me, whatever, it never worked out well.
So finally last Saturday we scheduled a sarge-night, and I promised I wouldn’t bring anyone else. I needed to hit up the Amsterdam Rhino for a girls birthday party, and he was cool with that. We meet up, it’s –40 outside, fuck that’s cold. We grab a red bull like old times, and get the fuck in the club to warm up. Now, it’s 11pm, so the club should be pretty packed, but remember it’s freezing out, so it wasn’t too busy yet. Ah well, we can sit and chat. 30 minutes later the birthday crew arrives, and now it’s time to rock. I find out that not only is one of my old “friends with benefits” going to be here, but two.
Sweet, I’m pretty horny. Cosmic and fLow arrive with a bunch of their cousins, which is fine, I don’t mind that they are here as well. So we are rocking it out, opening, having a good time. HBmilf (one of the old friends) is there with a bunch of co-workers. We dance, good times for all. All these dudes at her work keep trying to dance with her like desperate little chimps. It was funny, every time one of them would approach her, boom; the arm of glory marks my territory (as she claimed.) Back away to go dance with HBbigsmile. She is another one of the old friends, who is cousins with fLow. I dance with her for a while. This is basically how the night unfolds. I dance on my own, I dance with HBmilf, I dance with HBbigsmile.
Now at one point I’m dancing with HBbigsmile when I notice these two guys about to fight. Kickass! This one dude is trying to tool the other by continuing to dance in front of him, and it’s getting the other dude very agitated. So this guy throws the biggest Hail Mary punch I’ve ever witnessed, and completely misses. Ha ha! Ok back to dancing with HBmilf, mini-venue change downstairs because the music is better. It’s also very dark in the basement, so building sexual tension is easy. It’s very dark and gives off this mysterious “let’s get fucking dirty” vibe. Isolation is simple. House music is bumping which causes less talking, more action.
Now, a little background on this girl: I won’t fuck her. She knows this, as I’ve been very upfront and so has she. She’s a sweetheart and someone I do enjoy actually hanging out with. Who knows if circumstances were different, but they aren’t, and I’m glad we both have an understanding. If I could do more for her, I would, but I can’t. She gives amazing head, but I won’t be pushy, because really, she isn’t getting too much out of the whole deal. She seems down, so logistics need to be figured out. I’m horny. Now, she is supposed to stay at birthday girls house. Great. How about a quickie in my car? Probably won’t work, and it’s freezing. She says she could come over but would have to stay over, which I probably wouldn’t like (her words). That could work, but quickly she lets me know she needs to go stay at birthday girls house. I ask how they are getting home, and they say taxi. Well, one, taxis are going to take forever at this time of the night, and also, I didn’t get the birthday girl a present, so I should drive her home to at least sort-of make up for it. When they get in the car, I quickly tell HBmilf that the girls can go inside the house so we can have a “talk” (quotes with my fingers). I just throw this out there quickly and change threads, so when I throw it out later; she’s already processed the idea. The drive home is filled with work gossip and drama. My music is turned on as loud as it can, trying to not have to listen to that shit. The whole drive home I’m asking HBmilf for road head, even though I know there’s no way she’d do it with other girls in the back. She claims I’m cocky, to which I completely agree with her. Finally we arrive at the house, and the girls in the back ask say to let them out so they can go inside. Awesome, they are helping me out! So to nail the coffin, I proclaim once again that she will be hanging back for a minute to “talk”. She asks the birthday girl if she can get in the house in a bit, and it’s all smooth sailing from there. I park around the corner, and the rest your imagination can come up with.
Merry Christmas!
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