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A few days late on this one but this took place last Saturday and I want to say it was probably the easiest lay of my life... a "layup" if you will.
Not the cutest girl I've ever hooked up with but after losing my virginity to a girl that was probably a 3-4 on the rating scale that shall not be named, I figure that any girl hotter than her probably shouldn't be taken out of consideration.
This girl was pretty cute but I wouldn't go as far as to say she's "fuckable".
Now that may sound crazy to you being that she wasn't "fuckable" but I fucked her anyway, which may bring you to ask "but Rob how is that so?" in which case I will explain.
The adjective "fuckable" to me sounds like a piece of candy that would melt in your mouth at an agonizingly slow rate, giving you just enough taste to be satisfied but not enough to where it keeps you wanting to suck it more. Similar to a Whether's Original hard caramel... in fact I would probably actually buy Whethers Original caramels if they renamed their product "Whether's Fuckables"
So for a girl to receive the adjective of being "fuckable" in my book must fit that same description except for my cock, in which this girl was close but no cigar...
Thus it is very possible and likely for me to have sex with a girl that doesn't hit the "fuckable" mark but is still cute and horny, thus still getting the pleasure and privilege to have sex with me.
Inner Resistance
This night started off by meeting a few girls and talking to people but I was really sluggish and really trying to force myself to be social.
I even ran across the first girl I slept with upon moving to Orlando at the club and got her number since I forgot to 2 months ago when I first hooked up with her.
However I just wasn't feeling it and every interaction I had just went completely boring, awkward, and even cringe worthy.
However I know all too well that if you just hang in there an hammer it out to the bitter end you'll never know what you'll end up with, so in the game I stayed.
We bounced around to a club or two and were transitioning to go to another club when one the guys in our group started chatting up some black girl nearby and we sort of were hanging out on the street for a minute.
That's when I saw the Bachelorette party...
Bachelorettes
By the way this is the Urban Dictionary definition of a Bachelorette
Perhaps I'm not here to judge or condemn but I do find it a funny definition.
If you think about it it's a celebration to commemorate the last time a girl will go out "single" (legally at least) and her last time of freedom.
I think they're somewhat ridiculous.
So here you have a girl that's allegedly faithful and a good girlfriend/wife to be, that is going to take a trip out of town with her and her 3 best girl friends while they all get wasted and go out to bars/clubs where they're going to be approached and hit on left and right, all with the notion in the back of her mind that she's never going to have sex with any other man again except her husband to be (which odds are he isn't the greatest catch in the world if we're going to keep it real).
Just doesn't seem like the greatest idea for a girl that's about to get married however that's none of my business?
Anyway I always wish Bachelorette's a very merry birthday in which they either find funny or get offended at so I decided to see which category these Bachelorette's would fall into.
As a side note they are all fat (overly chubby not morbidly obese) except for a cute slim blonde that stood somewhat shyly off to the side as the main Bachelorette was being obnoxious in the street.
I approached the group and they informed me it wasn't her birthday and she wasn't going to tell me how old she was. We start bantering.
I notice they are all wearing homemade bachelorette buttons each with a different "identity" if you will. One read "girl next door", another "the trickster" (my girl had that one on), and I forget the rest.
I have a past of stealing bacherlorette buttons and so I decided I was going to add one to my collection from this group.
I really like the one that reads "girl next door" and so I start heckling her for her button and tell her I will give her a dollar for it. With a little negotiating I manage to procure my newest accessory that is now proudly displayed in my room next to my "brides entourage" button and "bachelorette on the loose" shot cup on a pink necklace. I place a dollar bill in this girls bra strap like she's a hooker.
I'm happy =) .
I then start flirting with the cute blonde of the group and I can tell she's really eating up my devil may care vibe and general irreverent attitude towards the world.
The main fat bachelorette re-engages me and pushed her friend off to the side a little to "talk" with me and tells me to give her my phone so she can put her friends (the cute blondes) phone number in it.
I get this girls number saved and start flirting with the girl I like again and things are going great to say the least.
I'm still coming down off the high of having a new bachelorette button to add to my collection and decide to take a selfie of myself with it on. I start admiring myself hardcore and how sexy and hot I look from my own picture that I took of myself. This sparks attraction quite well in this girl and she becomes visibly more turned on.
Now she wants to be in the sex/fun bubble and demands we take a picture together. I allow her to come in and get her friend to snap a few pics real quick on my phone.
Their friends disperse a bit from us and I bring up that we should grab a nightcap together in which she agrees would be fun.
I screen for her logistics which are a no go for her place (4 girls in a shared hotel room, but they are from out of town which means she should be up for adventure) but I can tell she's willing to follow my lead wherever only question "is she able?" as willing is only half of the equation.
So in my mind I'm trying to piece together how I'm going to steal this 1 girl away from the group of 4 bachelorettes (which in my experience bachelorettes have always been some of the most protective groups I've encountered).
I decide to just tell the main bachelorette (the one getting married) that I'm going to steal her friend away for a bit and that I promise I'm sober and will return her safely in one piece. She likes me (she's the one that originally put her number in my phone) and I flirted with her a bit in the start. She put up a bit of resistance but I easily persuaded her and she wanted her friend to get laid by a sexy cool guy anyway it seemed so she allowed her to leave with me.
I took no time to get her out of there immediately before anything turned up and someone had a second to change their mind "Adventure time! Come lets go!"
So we began the 12 minute walk back to my car and we bantered and deep dove each other on the way there.
She was very trusting of me and comfortable but nervous in general for what was about to come.
We just keep things light and warm on the 30 minute car ride back home. Nothing all too interesting to report on the car ride back.
I bounce her home, she makes drinks for us (I never drink but I'll have drinks with a girl back at my place so she can have someone to drink with so she can blame the 1 alcoholic beverage on her decision to hook up fast) and I bounce her back to my room. I take one sip of my drink and put it down (alcohol is gross) and she about drinks her whole drink in one swig.
At this point we're just looking at each other and know there's really only one thing left to do.
I pull her into me and start running my hands up and down her and kiss her.
No LMR just a nice no bullshit ride straight into Bangtown USA.
Hope you guys enjoyed!
Keep it pimpin,
-Rob
Not the cutest girl I've ever hooked up with but after losing my virginity to a girl that was probably a 3-4 on the rating scale that shall not be named, I figure that any girl hotter than her probably shouldn't be taken out of consideration.
This girl was pretty cute but I wouldn't go as far as to say she's "fuckable".
Now that may sound crazy to you being that she wasn't "fuckable" but I fucked her anyway, which may bring you to ask "but Rob how is that so?" in which case I will explain.
The adjective "fuckable" to me sounds like a piece of candy that would melt in your mouth at an agonizingly slow rate, giving you just enough taste to be satisfied but not enough to where it keeps you wanting to suck it more. Similar to a Whether's Original hard caramel... in fact I would probably actually buy Whethers Original caramels if they renamed their product "Whether's Fuckables"
So for a girl to receive the adjective of being "fuckable" in my book must fit that same description except for my cock, in which this girl was close but no cigar...
Thus it is very possible and likely for me to have sex with a girl that doesn't hit the "fuckable" mark but is still cute and horny, thus still getting the pleasure and privilege to have sex with me.
Inner Resistance
This night started off by meeting a few girls and talking to people but I was really sluggish and really trying to force myself to be social.
I even ran across the first girl I slept with upon moving to Orlando at the club and got her number since I forgot to 2 months ago when I first hooked up with her.
However I just wasn't feeling it and every interaction I had just went completely boring, awkward, and even cringe worthy.
However I know all too well that if you just hang in there an hammer it out to the bitter end you'll never know what you'll end up with, so in the game I stayed.
We bounced around to a club or two and were transitioning to go to another club when one the guys in our group started chatting up some black girl nearby and we sort of were hanging out on the street for a minute.
That's when I saw the Bachelorette party...
Bachelorettes
By the way this is the Urban Dictionary definition of a Bachelorette
Perhaps I'm not here to judge or condemn but I do find it a funny definition.
If you think about it it's a celebration to commemorate the last time a girl will go out "single" (legally at least) and her last time of freedom.
I think they're somewhat ridiculous.
So here you have a girl that's allegedly faithful and a good girlfriend/wife to be, that is going to take a trip out of town with her and her 3 best girl friends while they all get wasted and go out to bars/clubs where they're going to be approached and hit on left and right, all with the notion in the back of her mind that she's never going to have sex with any other man again except her husband to be (which odds are he isn't the greatest catch in the world if we're going to keep it real).
Just doesn't seem like the greatest idea for a girl that's about to get married however that's none of my business?
Anyway I always wish Bachelorette's a very merry birthday in which they either find funny or get offended at so I decided to see which category these Bachelorette's would fall into.
As a side note they are all fat (overly chubby not morbidly obese) except for a cute slim blonde that stood somewhat shyly off to the side as the main Bachelorette was being obnoxious in the street.
I approached the group and they informed me it wasn't her birthday and she wasn't going to tell me how old she was. We start bantering.
I notice they are all wearing homemade bachelorette buttons each with a different "identity" if you will. One read "girl next door", another "the trickster" (my girl had that one on), and I forget the rest.
I have a past of stealing bacherlorette buttons and so I decided I was going to add one to my collection from this group.
I really like the one that reads "girl next door" and so I start heckling her for her button and tell her I will give her a dollar for it. With a little negotiating I manage to procure my newest accessory that is now proudly displayed in my room next to my "brides entourage" button and "bachelorette on the loose" shot cup on a pink necklace. I place a dollar bill in this girls bra strap like she's a hooker.
I'm happy =) .
I then start flirting with the cute blonde of the group and I can tell she's really eating up my devil may care vibe and general irreverent attitude towards the world.
The main fat bachelorette re-engages me and pushed her friend off to the side a little to "talk" with me and tells me to give her my phone so she can put her friends (the cute blondes) phone number in it.
I get this girls number saved and start flirting with the girl I like again and things are going great to say the least.
I'm still coming down off the high of having a new bachelorette button to add to my collection and decide to take a selfie of myself with it on. I start admiring myself hardcore and how sexy and hot I look from my own picture that I took of myself. This sparks attraction quite well in this girl and she becomes visibly more turned on.
Now she wants to be in the sex/fun bubble and demands we take a picture together. I allow her to come in and get her friend to snap a few pics real quick on my phone.
Their friends disperse a bit from us and I bring up that we should grab a nightcap together in which she agrees would be fun.
I screen for her logistics which are a no go for her place (4 girls in a shared hotel room, but they are from out of town which means she should be up for adventure) but I can tell she's willing to follow my lead wherever only question "is she able?" as willing is only half of the equation.
So in my mind I'm trying to piece together how I'm going to steal this 1 girl away from the group of 4 bachelorettes (which in my experience bachelorettes have always been some of the most protective groups I've encountered).
I decide to just tell the main bachelorette (the one getting married) that I'm going to steal her friend away for a bit and that I promise I'm sober and will return her safely in one piece. She likes me (she's the one that originally put her number in my phone) and I flirted with her a bit in the start. She put up a bit of resistance but I easily persuaded her and she wanted her friend to get laid by a sexy cool guy anyway it seemed so she allowed her to leave with me.
I took no time to get her out of there immediately before anything turned up and someone had a second to change their mind "Adventure time! Come lets go!"
So we began the 12 minute walk back to my car and we bantered and deep dove each other on the way there.
She was very trusting of me and comfortable but nervous in general for what was about to come.
We just keep things light and warm on the 30 minute car ride back home. Nothing all too interesting to report on the car ride back.
I bounce her home, she makes drinks for us (I never drink but I'll have drinks with a girl back at my place so she can have someone to drink with so she can blame the 1 alcoholic beverage on her decision to hook up fast) and I bounce her back to my room. I take one sip of my drink and put it down (alcohol is gross) and she about drinks her whole drink in one swig.
At this point we're just looking at each other and know there's really only one thing left to do.
I pull her into me and start running my hands up and down her and kiss her.
No LMR just a nice no bullshit ride straight into Bangtown USA.
Hope you guys enjoyed!
Keep it pimpin,
-Rob
