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Gentlemen, this report took place back in May. Because of my hiatus from the boards, I didn’t write up a report back when it happened. Now that I’m back, I wanted to share this piece with you guys. I’m pretty good with remembering events and how things go down though, so it should be pretty accurate. Not too much dialogue for me to fuck up. Enjoy!
Background
High school prom. It’s the weekend of redemption and glory for the unlucky, shy, and/or unskilled guys in high school who are still virgins by that point. Unluckily for me, I wouldn’t go on to fuck a girl until the middle of this October. But I had one hell of a weekend.
Anyways, I was really excited for prom. My date was captain of the cheerleading team, and she was the one that wanted to go with me. She was hot, blonde, skinny, in great shape, and flexible. The supposed perfect girl. Sweet. I was originally supposed to go with a different girl, but after she shit-talked me to everyone at one of our parties during some of my drunken shenanigans (which were legendary I may add), I date-dumped her ass right there on the spot. I’m pretty sure I had been friend-zoned hard by this chick anyways, so I wasn’t too upset. I was going to be without a date, but I was kind of tired of the girls in my group. I figured I’d wing it and figure it out myself. Within the next day or two, Cheerleader jumped in and said she’d be my date. Even though she was in my friend group, I was pretty pumped, as this girl had always been somewhat on my radar, just out of reach.
Our group’s plan was to do all of the dance festivities on Saturday, and then have everyone head out to the lake house we rented on Sunday morning. We would stay there Sunday night, all of Monday (we had school off), and return Tuesday afternoon (senior ditch day).
Prom Night
It was a pretty stereotypical prom. We did all of the pictures and stuff like that. I drove 6 of us from pictures to the dance. It was myself, my date, and two other couples. On the way, we danced and sang in the car, and Cheerleader and I had a lot of eye contact and playful touching. Everyone was in good spirits. The actual dance was pretty lame, with a shitty band that played shitty music. We ate dinner, danced around a bit, and took pictures and talked with friends of ours that weren’t in our group. Pretty basic stuff.
At one point later in the evening, a slower song came on. I asked Cheerleader if she’d like to dance, she said yeah, and we slow-danced. I pulled some pretty okay moves like spinning her and stuff. By the end of it, she was smiling and laughing. It was pretty fun. I was pretty happy with the whole situation.
Some time passed, it got later on in the evening, and everyone was running around from place to place. Around 11:15 or so, Cheerleader told me she was going to go home with a different small group of ours. I didn’t show it, but I was fucking pissed. Like what the hell? You’re my date, bitch, you can’t ditch me here at the dance. But she did. Lol fuck that hoe. So I just drove home the two girls left in our small part of the big group, and I took my two guy friends to get burgers and shakes. That was fun! It was just the three of us in our tuxes walking around parts of town. We saw some of our friends that were in a different group, hung with them for a little, and then went home.
The Lake House- Sunday
We drove up to the lake house on Sunday morning. There was a group of 5 of us that drove up in a car, the other 20 or so people got a bus to drive them. We got there a little earlier, but we couldn’t go inside until the chaperones arrived, so we went into town. We threw the baseball and football around and just dicked around which was nice. It was a gorgeous day.
Eventually everyone else arrived, so we finally got to go inside the house. After a day of some lighter drinking, playing around on the docks, and swimming in the lake, we had our party. We had a USA-themed party with everybody in red, white, and blue outfits or costumes. We had burgers, hot dogs, chips, and all that good stuff. I dressed up as a cowboy with a bandana, a cowboy hat, dark blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a plaid shirt buttoned halfway up. Throughout the day, I didn’t really talk to Cheerleader at all. I wasn’t avoiding her, but we passed each other a few times, and neither of us really said much.
As it got later and later in the night, the drinking got more excessive. Everyone was hammered. That normally doesn’t happen because we usually need a few DD’s and other people were scared of their parents and couldn’t go home drunk. But this time, everybody was drinking. It was awesome. We cleared out the middle of the basement, and had a whole dance floor area. We blasted music, and everybody was dancing.
I had talked to one of my best friends during the morning and asked him to wing me with Cheerleader. He knew I had wanted to get with her for a little while and he was down to help. He actually got Cheerleader’s best friend to get in on it too. We’ll call my friend Goose, as he was my wingman, a Goose to my Maverick. Don’t worry, he doesn’t die in this story (although he was sort of close!).
So everyone was dancing around, and I was getting a lot of attention from everyone. I had quite the reputation for dancing shirtless at parties throughout high school, and everyone would always be unbuttoning my button downs or taking my t-shirts off over my head. This time, I unbuttoned my shirt the whole way, but kept my shirt on, so just my abs and chest were on display. Just to tease them. Everyone was doing their own thing, when Goose moved in front of Cheerleader and backed his ass into her, backing her up all the way into me. I grabbed her hips from behind, and she started dancing and grinding on me. Nice. Pretty soon there was a whole train of us grinding with me at the back. Good job, Goose.
After some time, the dancing and the music slowed. I told Cheerleader that we should sit down. She complied and we sat down. We were both pretty drunk at this point. I moved her closer to me, and eventually I sat her on my lap. We were talking and laughing, and I started moving my face closer to hers. As I got closer, she just stared at me with a goofy ass smile on her face. Then she started laughing, saying “What are you doing?” and “Pato, stop doing that.” I replied by smiling, telling her “I’m not doing anything.” I got closer and closer, and all of a sudden…
Her hand shoots up and covers my mouth. She’s still laughing at this point, but she starts pushing my face back with her hands. I back off. She’s still on my lap, so I grab her hips. She tries getting up, and I held her down a little bit trying to talk to her, but eventually I just let her go. I was left sitting there on the couch. Other people were still dancing and playing beer pong, but a few noticed me. My best friend, Euro, and his girlfriend both saw what had happened. They just looked at me, and Euro asked, “Pato, what the hell just happened? You had it!”
I just sat there in disbelief. What the FUCK just happened? I can’t believe this bitch. Normally, if something like this happened to me, I would start getting really upset at myself, and my night would be ruined. But not this time. I was not going to let some bitch ruin my night. I needed to change my strategy and switch plays. It’s time to call a motherfucking audible.
The Audible
I got up, made the rounds, played a bit of pong, and eventually sat back down on the couch next to Euro and Euro’s girl. By this point, my shirt was completely off; I don’t remember how it happened though. But anyways, I was talking with them a bit, and Euro’s girl told me that one girl, Tennis Girl, really wanted me. I didn’t know her that well, as she was just one of Euro’s girl’s friends that didn’t really have a group to be in. Objectively speaking she might have been the hottest girl there. She was a tan brunette (which I actually like better than blondes) and had an amazing body. She had nice-sized tits, and an ass and legs to die for. I love me the booty. One of my friends would later call her “a smoke,” because she’s so hot she’s smoking (or she’s a ten or something like that).
After hearing Euro’s girl say that, I decided that was good enough for me. I got up and danced my way over to the other couch where Tennis Girl and Goose were sitting. Both of them were pretty tipsy. I leaned down a bit, extended my hand, said “Hey Tennis Girl, let’s dance.” I wasn’t worried about cockblocking Goose, because he was friend zoned by pretty much all of the girls in our group, plus he was kind of hooking up with some fat chick in our group. Hahaha. So Tennis Girl grabbed my hand and responded, “That sounds fun! But in a little bit, I need more alcohol.” I shrugged, typical white girl. Then I turned around and started dancing back to the middle, where more people were gathering. Within a minute or two, Tennis Girl was up and dancing too. Euro’s girl tried moving her closer to me, and I started making my way over to her. Eventually we were close, and I grabbed Tennis Girl’s hands. We danced back and forth, before I spun her around so her ass was facing me. I moved closer and moved my hands down her body to her hips. Then she started grinding her ass onto my dick. We danced like this for a while, before I flipped her back around. I had my hands on her ass for the rest of the time we danced, while she had her arms around my neck. I switched her direction a few times while we danced.
Eventually, I grabbed her hand, said, “Let’s sit down,” and took her to the couch. She simply said, “Okay!” and we sat down. I wasted no time. I moved her legs over my lap, grabbed her chin, and we started kissing. It turned into a heavy make out pretty quickly, and soon everyone noticed. The entire basement started chanting, “PATO! PATO! PATO!” over and over. People were clapping and cheering. Our group had a tendency to do this whenever people were hooking up for the first time. But it was never that crazy. I think part of the reason was that everyone knew that Tennis Girl was really hot and she had been pursued by some of the guys in the more popular crowd, but had never really hooked up with anyone. And also because everyone fucking loves me of course.
While we were making out, Tennis Girl straddled me, and I moved my hands all over her body and then let them rest on her ass. My hands were on her ass for some time, and then I moved them back up and rested them on Tennis Girl’s sides, but pretty soon I felt someone pull my hands back down. It was one of my friends, what a guy. We made out for quite some time, and some of my other guy friends started being dickbags. One of them pinched my nipple really hard a couple times, which fucking hurt like a bitch. Another one of them slapped my ass when we moved positions. The guys kept telling us to go to the empty bedroom, so I got up, grabbed Tennis Girl’s hand, and led her to the empty basement bedroom I shared with some of the guys.
Escalating
We started making out as soon as we walked in the room. I pushed the door close (no locks though) and pushed her onto the bed. I got on top of her and continued kissing her. Soon, I moved down to her neck, kissing and sucking it. I moved quickly. I got her shirt off, pulled her bra down, and started licking and sucking her nipples. Every so often I’d go back to her mouth or her neck, and use my hands to rub and play with her tits. I moved my way down kissing her tits, down her stomach, to her pants. I started rubbing (and later kissing) her pussy through her super tight pants. Then I started to unbutton them, but she stopped me. I moved back up to her stomach, paying a lot of attention to her stomach and then her tits again.
It was kind of this endless cycle. We’d be making out, I’d move down to her tits, then I’d keep going and get to her pants, and she’d stop me. No matter what I tried, I could not get her pants off. I was later informed by Euro’s Girl that Tennis Girl was on her period and that’s why she wouldn’t fuck me, but I don’t know how accurate that is.
Another major problem was that throughout the entire time, people were walking in and out of the room, so we had to keep stopping. Earlier in the day, I told one of my friends, Target, that I had extra condoms in case he needed any. This would come back to haunt me. One of the girls, Shy Girl, came into the room with Target right behind her. I guess they both wanted some so Shy Girl could fuck her boyfriend and Target could fuck this other girl he was working. Shy Girl asked me loudly, “Pato! Where are your condoms?” I looked up at her and shouted, “I don’t have any! Get the hell out of here!” She responded, “Oh. Well Target said you had some! Are you sure?” I yelled back at her, “I don’t have any! Target is drunk! Get out of here!” Shy Girl and Target left. Weird situation.
Anyways, people were in and out constantly. Because of this, Tennis Girl put her shirt back on and pulled her bra back up. I had to keep working to get back to where we were before. Goose pretty much passed out, so he needed to be moved to his bed/mattress, which was just slightly above my slide out bed-type thing. So we had to get up and help him onto his bed, and then we continued. Other people kept checking in on us for some strange reason, and some were trying to get us to leave the room. Pretty soon, there was a group of 6 or 7 people in there with us. Tennis Girl and I were still making out on the bed, with me on top. One of the guys smacked my ass really fucking hard. I yelled at them, “What the fuck, guys?!?!” Then someone threw a soccer ball and it hit the bottom of my nuts. That hurt like shit, and I shouted. All of them started laughing. I got up like a bolt of lightning, and I was fucking pissed. Everyone ran out into the main basement area scared, I left Tennis Girl in the room, and I charged at one of them, backing him into the wall.
Everyone was yelling at me to calm down, and I chewed their asses out. I told them how fucking terrible of people and shitty friends they were being, how disrespectful they were, and explained to them that I had never done anything mean to any of them in their lives. I was furious. One of the girls who had joined in tried explaining it was just a joke, but I was having none of that. They gave a half-assed apology, and I basically told them all to fuck themselves, I was going to shower and that they better not pull this shit again. I didn’t see Tennis Girl the rest of the night; I think she went upstairs to one of the girls’ rooms and went to bed.
So that was the first night, quite eventful if I must say.
Monday
Monday was pretty simple. A lot of stuff from the first day we did the second day. We did everything: day drinking, eating, swimming, beer pong, dancing, and hanging on the docks. I saw Tennis Girl throughout the day, but I didn’t really say anything to her. I don’t know if I even said five words to her. I probably could’ve hooked up with her during the day, but by this point I didn’t really care. I also didn’t really know what to say.
Anyways, the night played out very similarly, except I had completely forgotten about Cheerleader. Music, dancing with Tennis Girl, making out on the couch, and then we went back to my bedroom. Goose was already in there, still sick as fuck even though he didn’t drink a drop of alcohol on Monday. Maybe he had alcohol poisoning. He tried warning us, “Pato, you really don’t want to be in here, I’m really sick.” I just ignored his sick ass and took Tennis Girl to the bed on the other side of the room. After 5 or 10 minutes into us making out and me getting her shirt off and bra pulled down, Goose started puking. Oh fuck this shit! Tennis Girl asked me to help him, but I was not going to be the responsible one here. I grabbed her hand, pulled her out into the main room, and announced, “Goose is puking up a storm! Somebody help him!” Then I grabbed Tennis Girl and led her upstairs.
We went all the way up to the girls’ room and got onto her bed. Same old thing it had been before, I couldn’t get her pants off. I got my hands down the back of her jeans to grab her ass this time, and for a brief moment I got her jeans unbuttoned, but she buttoned it back up quickly. Whenever her hands would start coming down to stop me, I would move them back up like I was just rubbing my hands all over her.
But at one point I had tried enough with that, so I grabbed her hand and put it on my cock. She started rubbing, and then undid my belt. I slid down my jeans and boxer briefs, and she started jerking me off. It wasn’t bad, but not great. While she was stroking me, we were kissing pretty heavily. I grabbed her head gently and moved it to my chest. She started kissing my chest, and I tried leading her further down to my stomach, but then she moved back up to my lips. That’s as far as she got. It took me kind of awhile to come, mainly because she wasn't very good at giving a handjob. I guess she didn’t take the hint that I wanted my dick sucked. I’m not really sure how to do that. Should I be verbal about it? Because when I’m hooking up I’m not verbal at all, I’m completely physical… Even now that I’ve had sex, I still haven’t gotten blown. I just skipped third base. Weird.
Throughout this night, only the girls came into the room while we were busy doing our thing. They were much better about it; they came in quietly, didn’t say anything, and left quickly. But still, it wasn’t something I was ecstatic about.
Conclusion
After we finished, I led her back downstairs. We separated to hang with our respective friends. When I was walking back to my bedroom, Euro’s girl stopped me. She told me that Tennis Girl really likes me and has feelings for me. I laughed out loud. I hadn’t said 20 words to this girl. We had absolutely zero conversation besides me leading her telling her to sit, to follow/come with me, or let’s go. I knew nothing about her. Euro’s girl explained that Tennis Girl liked how I carried myself, how I cared about my appearances and my clothes (I was always the best dressed out of my friends) and how I am a businessman. It was also probably because she was somewhat inexperienced and really picky, so once she chose me she developed an attachment. I was still confused and it kind of freaked me out a bit that she had feelings for me.
Another funny thing that happened was I had a conversation with a drunk Cheerleader Monday night. I went back up to the girls’ room to look for my phone that I had lost while Tennis Girl and I were hooking up, and Cheerleader came in and plopped on her bed. All my bitterness from before was gone. I guess I was just thirsty, and once I realized my thirst was quenched, I didn't really care about Cheerleader. So we started talking and it was hilarious. By this time, I had sobered up almost completely. This girl is crazy. She is a serial dater. Cheerleader explained to me that after she dated a guy during junior year that she really liked but it ended badly, she told herself she wouldn’t date another guy during high school. I brought up three of her boyfriends during senior year, and she tried to explain to me how they weren’t ever her boyfriends, but did a really terrible job of that. Then she explained to me that she had sworn off all guys, implying that was the reason she didn’t hook up with me. Yeah okay, Cheerleader, whatever you say. Then she went on a tangent on how she hooked up with a few other guys throughout high school, told me about each of them. I pretty much knew all of them, which she was very surprised by, and I told her that everyone knows she hooks up with a lot of guys. She also talked about how she likes this one guy because he's mean to her. She likes bad boys that don’t treat her right, because it’s different than how others treat her. Ironically, a few weeks after this, I started becoming a bigger dick to her. Not because I wanted to be her "bad boy," but because she's really dumb and annoying and selfish. It took awhile before we got back on to good terms.
There was a bit of stuff after this weekend with Tennis Girl. Over the next couple weeks, all my female friends kept telling me to talk to her, get her number, and to text her. They kept saying that Tennis Girl really liked me and complained that I didn’t text her. So when our group hung out one time, I grabbed her number. We texted a bit, but she’s really flaky and I didn’t want a relationship anyways, so I forgot about her and moved on really quickly.
I guess for a quick reflection, I am really happy with how I was taking action, making moves, and leading throughout the night. Before this, I was usually more reserved, so nothing big ever really happened for me. So me leading the girls around all night was something I'm really satisfied with. Because of this, I didn't need to talk too much with Tennis Girl. The attraction was there, so I just capitalized and moved the interaction forward.I also like how I bounced back from Cheerleader's rejection. If this had been just a few weeks later, I would've started sulking around, whining, and getting upset. Then I would ruin my own night. Instead, I moved on to the next girl. This is really the only time I've experienced so much LMR. I think a couple reasons that it didn't happen was all of the distractions and crappy logistics, the lack of connection between Tennis Girl and I, and maybe part of my technique. Not sure what a better way to tackle that would have been.
It was one crazy weekend for sure.
Background
High school prom. It’s the weekend of redemption and glory for the unlucky, shy, and/or unskilled guys in high school who are still virgins by that point. Unluckily for me, I wouldn’t go on to fuck a girl until the middle of this October. But I had one hell of a weekend.
Anyways, I was really excited for prom. My date was captain of the cheerleading team, and she was the one that wanted to go with me. She was hot, blonde, skinny, in great shape, and flexible. The supposed perfect girl. Sweet. I was originally supposed to go with a different girl, but after she shit-talked me to everyone at one of our parties during some of my drunken shenanigans (which were legendary I may add), I date-dumped her ass right there on the spot. I’m pretty sure I had been friend-zoned hard by this chick anyways, so I wasn’t too upset. I was going to be without a date, but I was kind of tired of the girls in my group. I figured I’d wing it and figure it out myself. Within the next day or two, Cheerleader jumped in and said she’d be my date. Even though she was in my friend group, I was pretty pumped, as this girl had always been somewhat on my radar, just out of reach.
Our group’s plan was to do all of the dance festivities on Saturday, and then have everyone head out to the lake house we rented on Sunday morning. We would stay there Sunday night, all of Monday (we had school off), and return Tuesday afternoon (senior ditch day).
Prom Night
It was a pretty stereotypical prom. We did all of the pictures and stuff like that. I drove 6 of us from pictures to the dance. It was myself, my date, and two other couples. On the way, we danced and sang in the car, and Cheerleader and I had a lot of eye contact and playful touching. Everyone was in good spirits. The actual dance was pretty lame, with a shitty band that played shitty music. We ate dinner, danced around a bit, and took pictures and talked with friends of ours that weren’t in our group. Pretty basic stuff.
At one point later in the evening, a slower song came on. I asked Cheerleader if she’d like to dance, she said yeah, and we slow-danced. I pulled some pretty okay moves like spinning her and stuff. By the end of it, she was smiling and laughing. It was pretty fun. I was pretty happy with the whole situation.
Some time passed, it got later on in the evening, and everyone was running around from place to place. Around 11:15 or so, Cheerleader told me she was going to go home with a different small group of ours. I didn’t show it, but I was fucking pissed. Like what the hell? You’re my date, bitch, you can’t ditch me here at the dance. But she did. Lol fuck that hoe. So I just drove home the two girls left in our small part of the big group, and I took my two guy friends to get burgers and shakes. That was fun! It was just the three of us in our tuxes walking around parts of town. We saw some of our friends that were in a different group, hung with them for a little, and then went home.
The Lake House- Sunday
We drove up to the lake house on Sunday morning. There was a group of 5 of us that drove up in a car, the other 20 or so people got a bus to drive them. We got there a little earlier, but we couldn’t go inside until the chaperones arrived, so we went into town. We threw the baseball and football around and just dicked around which was nice. It was a gorgeous day.
Eventually everyone else arrived, so we finally got to go inside the house. After a day of some lighter drinking, playing around on the docks, and swimming in the lake, we had our party. We had a USA-themed party with everybody in red, white, and blue outfits or costumes. We had burgers, hot dogs, chips, and all that good stuff. I dressed up as a cowboy with a bandana, a cowboy hat, dark blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a plaid shirt buttoned halfway up. Throughout the day, I didn’t really talk to Cheerleader at all. I wasn’t avoiding her, but we passed each other a few times, and neither of us really said much.
As it got later and later in the night, the drinking got more excessive. Everyone was hammered. That normally doesn’t happen because we usually need a few DD’s and other people were scared of their parents and couldn’t go home drunk. But this time, everybody was drinking. It was awesome. We cleared out the middle of the basement, and had a whole dance floor area. We blasted music, and everybody was dancing.
I had talked to one of my best friends during the morning and asked him to wing me with Cheerleader. He knew I had wanted to get with her for a little while and he was down to help. He actually got Cheerleader’s best friend to get in on it too. We’ll call my friend Goose, as he was my wingman, a Goose to my Maverick. Don’t worry, he doesn’t die in this story (although he was sort of close!).
So everyone was dancing around, and I was getting a lot of attention from everyone. I had quite the reputation for dancing shirtless at parties throughout high school, and everyone would always be unbuttoning my button downs or taking my t-shirts off over my head. This time, I unbuttoned my shirt the whole way, but kept my shirt on, so just my abs and chest were on display. Just to tease them. Everyone was doing their own thing, when Goose moved in front of Cheerleader and backed his ass into her, backing her up all the way into me. I grabbed her hips from behind, and she started dancing and grinding on me. Nice. Pretty soon there was a whole train of us grinding with me at the back. Good job, Goose.
After some time, the dancing and the music slowed. I told Cheerleader that we should sit down. She complied and we sat down. We were both pretty drunk at this point. I moved her closer to me, and eventually I sat her on my lap. We were talking and laughing, and I started moving my face closer to hers. As I got closer, she just stared at me with a goofy ass smile on her face. Then she started laughing, saying “What are you doing?” and “Pato, stop doing that.” I replied by smiling, telling her “I’m not doing anything.” I got closer and closer, and all of a sudden…
Her hand shoots up and covers my mouth. She’s still laughing at this point, but she starts pushing my face back with her hands. I back off. She’s still on my lap, so I grab her hips. She tries getting up, and I held her down a little bit trying to talk to her, but eventually I just let her go. I was left sitting there on the couch. Other people were still dancing and playing beer pong, but a few noticed me. My best friend, Euro, and his girlfriend both saw what had happened. They just looked at me, and Euro asked, “Pato, what the hell just happened? You had it!”
I just sat there in disbelief. What the FUCK just happened? I can’t believe this bitch. Normally, if something like this happened to me, I would start getting really upset at myself, and my night would be ruined. But not this time. I was not going to let some bitch ruin my night. I needed to change my strategy and switch plays. It’s time to call a motherfucking audible.
The Audible
I got up, made the rounds, played a bit of pong, and eventually sat back down on the couch next to Euro and Euro’s girl. By this point, my shirt was completely off; I don’t remember how it happened though. But anyways, I was talking with them a bit, and Euro’s girl told me that one girl, Tennis Girl, really wanted me. I didn’t know her that well, as she was just one of Euro’s girl’s friends that didn’t really have a group to be in. Objectively speaking she might have been the hottest girl there. She was a tan brunette (which I actually like better than blondes) and had an amazing body. She had nice-sized tits, and an ass and legs to die for. I love me the booty. One of my friends would later call her “a smoke,” because she’s so hot she’s smoking (or she’s a ten or something like that).
After hearing Euro’s girl say that, I decided that was good enough for me. I got up and danced my way over to the other couch where Tennis Girl and Goose were sitting. Both of them were pretty tipsy. I leaned down a bit, extended my hand, said “Hey Tennis Girl, let’s dance.” I wasn’t worried about cockblocking Goose, because he was friend zoned by pretty much all of the girls in our group, plus he was kind of hooking up with some fat chick in our group. Hahaha. So Tennis Girl grabbed my hand and responded, “That sounds fun! But in a little bit, I need more alcohol.” I shrugged, typical white girl. Then I turned around and started dancing back to the middle, where more people were gathering. Within a minute or two, Tennis Girl was up and dancing too. Euro’s girl tried moving her closer to me, and I started making my way over to her. Eventually we were close, and I grabbed Tennis Girl’s hands. We danced back and forth, before I spun her around so her ass was facing me. I moved closer and moved my hands down her body to her hips. Then she started grinding her ass onto my dick. We danced like this for a while, before I flipped her back around. I had my hands on her ass for the rest of the time we danced, while she had her arms around my neck. I switched her direction a few times while we danced.
Eventually, I grabbed her hand, said, “Let’s sit down,” and took her to the couch. She simply said, “Okay!” and we sat down. I wasted no time. I moved her legs over my lap, grabbed her chin, and we started kissing. It turned into a heavy make out pretty quickly, and soon everyone noticed. The entire basement started chanting, “PATO! PATO! PATO!” over and over. People were clapping and cheering. Our group had a tendency to do this whenever people were hooking up for the first time. But it was never that crazy. I think part of the reason was that everyone knew that Tennis Girl was really hot and she had been pursued by some of the guys in the more popular crowd, but had never really hooked up with anyone. And also because everyone fucking loves me of course.
While we were making out, Tennis Girl straddled me, and I moved my hands all over her body and then let them rest on her ass. My hands were on her ass for some time, and then I moved them back up and rested them on Tennis Girl’s sides, but pretty soon I felt someone pull my hands back down. It was one of my friends, what a guy. We made out for quite some time, and some of my other guy friends started being dickbags. One of them pinched my nipple really hard a couple times, which fucking hurt like a bitch. Another one of them slapped my ass when we moved positions. The guys kept telling us to go to the empty bedroom, so I got up, grabbed Tennis Girl’s hand, and led her to the empty basement bedroom I shared with some of the guys.
Escalating
We started making out as soon as we walked in the room. I pushed the door close (no locks though) and pushed her onto the bed. I got on top of her and continued kissing her. Soon, I moved down to her neck, kissing and sucking it. I moved quickly. I got her shirt off, pulled her bra down, and started licking and sucking her nipples. Every so often I’d go back to her mouth or her neck, and use my hands to rub and play with her tits. I moved my way down kissing her tits, down her stomach, to her pants. I started rubbing (and later kissing) her pussy through her super tight pants. Then I started to unbutton them, but she stopped me. I moved back up to her stomach, paying a lot of attention to her stomach and then her tits again.
It was kind of this endless cycle. We’d be making out, I’d move down to her tits, then I’d keep going and get to her pants, and she’d stop me. No matter what I tried, I could not get her pants off. I was later informed by Euro’s Girl that Tennis Girl was on her period and that’s why she wouldn’t fuck me, but I don’t know how accurate that is.
Another major problem was that throughout the entire time, people were walking in and out of the room, so we had to keep stopping. Earlier in the day, I told one of my friends, Target, that I had extra condoms in case he needed any. This would come back to haunt me. One of the girls, Shy Girl, came into the room with Target right behind her. I guess they both wanted some so Shy Girl could fuck her boyfriend and Target could fuck this other girl he was working. Shy Girl asked me loudly, “Pato! Where are your condoms?” I looked up at her and shouted, “I don’t have any! Get the hell out of here!” She responded, “Oh. Well Target said you had some! Are you sure?” I yelled back at her, “I don’t have any! Target is drunk! Get out of here!” Shy Girl and Target left. Weird situation.
Anyways, people were in and out constantly. Because of this, Tennis Girl put her shirt back on and pulled her bra back up. I had to keep working to get back to where we were before. Goose pretty much passed out, so he needed to be moved to his bed/mattress, which was just slightly above my slide out bed-type thing. So we had to get up and help him onto his bed, and then we continued. Other people kept checking in on us for some strange reason, and some were trying to get us to leave the room. Pretty soon, there was a group of 6 or 7 people in there with us. Tennis Girl and I were still making out on the bed, with me on top. One of the guys smacked my ass really fucking hard. I yelled at them, “What the fuck, guys?!?!” Then someone threw a soccer ball and it hit the bottom of my nuts. That hurt like shit, and I shouted. All of them started laughing. I got up like a bolt of lightning, and I was fucking pissed. Everyone ran out into the main basement area scared, I left Tennis Girl in the room, and I charged at one of them, backing him into the wall.
Everyone was yelling at me to calm down, and I chewed their asses out. I told them how fucking terrible of people and shitty friends they were being, how disrespectful they were, and explained to them that I had never done anything mean to any of them in their lives. I was furious. One of the girls who had joined in tried explaining it was just a joke, but I was having none of that. They gave a half-assed apology, and I basically told them all to fuck themselves, I was going to shower and that they better not pull this shit again. I didn’t see Tennis Girl the rest of the night; I think she went upstairs to one of the girls’ rooms and went to bed.
So that was the first night, quite eventful if I must say.
Monday
Monday was pretty simple. A lot of stuff from the first day we did the second day. We did everything: day drinking, eating, swimming, beer pong, dancing, and hanging on the docks. I saw Tennis Girl throughout the day, but I didn’t really say anything to her. I don’t know if I even said five words to her. I probably could’ve hooked up with her during the day, but by this point I didn’t really care. I also didn’t really know what to say.
Anyways, the night played out very similarly, except I had completely forgotten about Cheerleader. Music, dancing with Tennis Girl, making out on the couch, and then we went back to my bedroom. Goose was already in there, still sick as fuck even though he didn’t drink a drop of alcohol on Monday. Maybe he had alcohol poisoning. He tried warning us, “Pato, you really don’t want to be in here, I’m really sick.” I just ignored his sick ass and took Tennis Girl to the bed on the other side of the room. After 5 or 10 minutes into us making out and me getting her shirt off and bra pulled down, Goose started puking. Oh fuck this shit! Tennis Girl asked me to help him, but I was not going to be the responsible one here. I grabbed her hand, pulled her out into the main room, and announced, “Goose is puking up a storm! Somebody help him!” Then I grabbed Tennis Girl and led her upstairs.
We went all the way up to the girls’ room and got onto her bed. Same old thing it had been before, I couldn’t get her pants off. I got my hands down the back of her jeans to grab her ass this time, and for a brief moment I got her jeans unbuttoned, but she buttoned it back up quickly. Whenever her hands would start coming down to stop me, I would move them back up like I was just rubbing my hands all over her.
But at one point I had tried enough with that, so I grabbed her hand and put it on my cock. She started rubbing, and then undid my belt. I slid down my jeans and boxer briefs, and she started jerking me off. It wasn’t bad, but not great. While she was stroking me, we were kissing pretty heavily. I grabbed her head gently and moved it to my chest. She started kissing my chest, and I tried leading her further down to my stomach, but then she moved back up to my lips. That’s as far as she got. It took me kind of awhile to come, mainly because she wasn't very good at giving a handjob. I guess she didn’t take the hint that I wanted my dick sucked. I’m not really sure how to do that. Should I be verbal about it? Because when I’m hooking up I’m not verbal at all, I’m completely physical… Even now that I’ve had sex, I still haven’t gotten blown. I just skipped third base. Weird.
Throughout this night, only the girls came into the room while we were busy doing our thing. They were much better about it; they came in quietly, didn’t say anything, and left quickly. But still, it wasn’t something I was ecstatic about.
Conclusion
After we finished, I led her back downstairs. We separated to hang with our respective friends. When I was walking back to my bedroom, Euro’s girl stopped me. She told me that Tennis Girl really likes me and has feelings for me. I laughed out loud. I hadn’t said 20 words to this girl. We had absolutely zero conversation besides me leading her telling her to sit, to follow/come with me, or let’s go. I knew nothing about her. Euro’s girl explained that Tennis Girl liked how I carried myself, how I cared about my appearances and my clothes (I was always the best dressed out of my friends) and how I am a businessman. It was also probably because she was somewhat inexperienced and really picky, so once she chose me she developed an attachment. I was still confused and it kind of freaked me out a bit that she had feelings for me.
Another funny thing that happened was I had a conversation with a drunk Cheerleader Monday night. I went back up to the girls’ room to look for my phone that I had lost while Tennis Girl and I were hooking up, and Cheerleader came in and plopped on her bed. All my bitterness from before was gone. I guess I was just thirsty, and once I realized my thirst was quenched, I didn't really care about Cheerleader. So we started talking and it was hilarious. By this time, I had sobered up almost completely. This girl is crazy. She is a serial dater. Cheerleader explained to me that after she dated a guy during junior year that she really liked but it ended badly, she told herself she wouldn’t date another guy during high school. I brought up three of her boyfriends during senior year, and she tried to explain to me how they weren’t ever her boyfriends, but did a really terrible job of that. Then she explained to me that she had sworn off all guys, implying that was the reason she didn’t hook up with me. Yeah okay, Cheerleader, whatever you say. Then she went on a tangent on how she hooked up with a few other guys throughout high school, told me about each of them. I pretty much knew all of them, which she was very surprised by, and I told her that everyone knows she hooks up with a lot of guys. She also talked about how she likes this one guy because he's mean to her. She likes bad boys that don’t treat her right, because it’s different than how others treat her. Ironically, a few weeks after this, I started becoming a bigger dick to her. Not because I wanted to be her "bad boy," but because she's really dumb and annoying and selfish. It took awhile before we got back on to good terms.
There was a bit of stuff after this weekend with Tennis Girl. Over the next couple weeks, all my female friends kept telling me to talk to her, get her number, and to text her. They kept saying that Tennis Girl really liked me and complained that I didn’t text her. So when our group hung out one time, I grabbed her number. We texted a bit, but she’s really flaky and I didn’t want a relationship anyways, so I forgot about her and moved on really quickly.
I guess for a quick reflection, I am really happy with how I was taking action, making moves, and leading throughout the night. Before this, I was usually more reserved, so nothing big ever really happened for me. So me leading the girls around all night was something I'm really satisfied with. Because of this, I didn't need to talk too much with Tennis Girl. The attraction was there, so I just capitalized and moved the interaction forward.I also like how I bounced back from Cheerleader's rejection. If this had been just a few weeks later, I would've started sulking around, whining, and getting upset. Then I would ruin my own night. Instead, I moved on to the next girl. This is really the only time I've experienced so much LMR. I think a couple reasons that it didn't happen was all of the distractions and crappy logistics, the lack of connection between Tennis Girl and I, and maybe part of my technique. Not sure what a better way to tackle that would have been.
It was one crazy weekend for sure.
