My second post, but in actual fact it is my first post with any substance at all.
This blog, to be honest, was actually inspired by my best mate, Andy (lets just call him that). The guy who I hang out with most of the time, do guy stuff with together like a game of billiards, daredevil stunts, soccer during good weathers or even just having a beer.
One beer session in particular, took place last weekend. There we were again talking about absolute shit and going no where, when he asked me:
"So how was….what was her name?"
"Friday night at Float…that blondie"
"Yeah that one. So, when I left you guys were still hard out on it…got her home?"
"Don’t be a dick."
"Haha…her place, bro. Wasn’t anything much."
"Nothing in particular. She was just average. Been there done that kind of girl."
"So I guess you didn’t bother with her number then?"
"Haha…she gave it to me, I have it somewhere if you want it!"
"Piss off! Don’t want anything to do with the ones you’ve laid"
And the chat went on with us taking the piss out of each other. What Andy said at the end wasn’t exactly true, he has had ladies which I had previously got bored with before…like 2 days after. There aren’t many in that category (ladies which we both have laid), 3 or 4, 5 at the most. Some of it I had first, some the other way around.
In any case, the chat went on with us both talking about past ventures, if you can call it that. Then Andy kind of joked that it with all the girls and ladies around talking about guys openly and who they dated and shit, how they like to be seduced and what nots so openly on the world wide web of believe what you will…..maybe it’s time for a guy to tell all. Haha!
So it led from there. I don’t know if I’d be a devout blogger or diarist or whatever you may call it.
But I do know, that sometimes after certain flirtations and an evening or 2 (maybe a week?) spent with a capturing brunette or a hot blonde…I do sometimes wonder why it is I haven’t stayed behind any longer? I do sometimes compare the currents and the previous…and think about the future. Well, now you can read about it.
So, what makes me qualified? Nothing. I’m just your average guy, so take from me what you will. I think I can hold my own in terms of looks, I don’t look ugly or anything, but I have had women come to start off the conversation with me before…on several occasions.
I earn well (investment banker and some other interests), have my own apartment in the CBD (never one for a house…), own 2 cars; a Honda Accord 2005 Euro, which I drive to work and on most occasions, and a Mercedes SL65 Roadster 2005, which I drive when I want to and am on most occasions, a workaholic whom sometimes leave just enough time to have some fun. Heck…I am only 26!
Right, maybe too little information for you to start on but I’m sure you’ll catch up along the way. This is the same premise where I start my little tale of night outs and morning afters. Where exactly do I start?
Lets deal with the present. I am sure over the course of time we may dig back to the past a little just to get a clearer picture on things, but at the moment, the present will suffice.
As I said to Andy, I don’t intend on seeing Kaitlin again anytime soon…if anytime at all. At Float last Friday, she was there with her friends and looked like she was having a good time. Big smile, laughed a lot, good curves and hey…she looked hot!
I watched her…okay…not stalk….merely just kept a look out on her and thought I’d walk up should the opportunity arise. I wasn’t really intent on hooking up that night, but heck…if the door opens why should I not walk in.
The door did open. After about an hour at Float hitting up on whiskey with ginger ale and RedBull vodkas, I caught a glimpse of her going away from her friends on the dance floor. Right, I forgot to mention here that I was on the second floor at Float, where my mates and I were grouped up at a table next to the square balcony space which overlooks the dance floor. So yeah, that’s how I came to ‘find’ her in the first place, and how it was so easy to keep a lookout for open doors.
Back to the story. I saw her walking off, presumably to the toilet (that’s what I thought at first). But as I traced the balcony to go down the stairs, not once taking my eyes off the blonde cutie, I saw her dig into her handbag and just slightly caught a glimpse of her pulling out a cigarette box. Thank the government for the smoking ban…I know where she’ll be now!
I quickly walk down the stairs and headed towards the front door. Gulped down what remained of my vodka and left it on the bar before I walked out. What a bloody queue out the front to get in!
She wasn’t too hard to find. In her white tube top and white mini-skirt, straight blonde hair…haha…yeah she might look like the average blondie but I knew who I was looking for. There she was away from the crowd, cigarette in one hand and phone in the other, fingers flicking through the keys which meant that she was probably texting someone. Good, I thought. She won’t notice me approaching her.
I walk right up her from the back…she’s still engrossed in her phone.
"Hey there….would you happen to have a light on you?" (simplest line you can think of, one that people often don’t think too much about but a good way to start…)
"Sure" (the fixation on her phone is gone, she dumps it into her handbag and searches for a lighter…hand pops out with a lighter in hand and offers it to me)
"Thanks. Sorry bout that"
"How’s your night going? I hope it’s just starting."
"Oh, I’ve been here for a while actually, with my friends. It’s been good"
"Ahh, I hope that wasn’t the boyfriend asking you what time you’re due home?"
"Haha, no, I don’t have a boyfriend (no would have suffice, stating she wasn’t hooked up meant a little something more…still, more work to be done). Just a friend and I making plans for tomorrow."
"You’re quite the party girl aren’t you? Not done with one night and already making plans for the other"
"Haha. No it’s not that. We were just planning to go shopping. I need to get a dress for my birthday which is coming up soon"
"Your birthday? When’s that?"
"Well it may be early, but Happy Birthday!"
"My name’s Matt by the way. Just in case you were wondering why a no-name guy was giving you birthday wishes, haha!"
"I’m Kaitlin. So, you here with your friends as well" (stupid question…what I’m here alone?)
"Yeah yeah. Just me and some of my mates having a drink or two. It’s a Friday, so it’s a time to wind down after a week of work"
"I know, tell me about it. What do you do?"
"Mess with money (she looks befuddled)…to make more money, haha! Not very descriptive is it?"
"Haha, isn’t that what everyone does?"
"More or less. I’m in investments and finance. What about you?"
"I’m a PA at this place called (no need for the name)"
So the start of the conversation went something like that. We chatted for the next 15 minutes or so before I asked if she and her friends would like joining me and my mates. "We can open up some bubblies for all of us", I said. She said she’d ask her friends, so I told her where we were and asked her to come up with them if they wanted. "If not, I’d still like to be able to buy you a drink, for your birthday."
She laughed and said how that sounded like a good idea. She did come up with her friends, and we did open some Moet’s, and I did end up buying her a "birthday drink". More than one, to be precise.
I noticed that Chris, one of my other mates, was getting it on with a friend of Kaitlin’s…in fact, they seemed to be so hot for each other at the time you’d think that they were actually a couple. He caught my eye on one occasion and smiled with a message that seemed to say "Thanks for the group you brought up…".
Me and Kaitlin hit the dance floor and I must say, she does know how to move her ass! Our hands were all over each other and before you know it I was taking in breaths close to her neck and we were kissing each other…all this in a space of probably…an hour after we met?
At about 4am we decided it was time to head home. The others had left with the exception of Chris and…whatever her name was. I asked Kaitlin how she was planning on going home and she said she would catch a cab.
"I’ll give you a ride home, my car’s just down the road." It was the Accord tonight, nothing too flash but I like the car, it’s solid and it looks good. Not overly dollar signs all over it and less pretentious.
"I still feel like another drink or two, you want to join me?"
"Where do you have in mind?"
She leans over, "My place."
That was it. We were at her place 15 minutes later. No drinks, though…not that we both didn’t know it was just an excuse to avoid the more direct "Do you want to fuck?"
She flatted with this other girlfriend of hers, who was sleeping. I quite remember her saying "ssshhh….my flatmate’s asleep". I would have reminded her of that when she was moaning away as she was on her hands and knees with me taking her from the back…no, not anal…who does anal on a first and with someone they don’t know? I’d be worried if she did…
Sex was average. She gave an alright blowjob…lasted for about 1 minute and she didn’t do anything much besides having her head go up and down in similer, consistent motions. Either I was pissed or there was really no tongue action at all. C’mon girls, blowjobs are all about tongue actions.
"C’mon, I want to see how warm you are inside" was all I said. Got her spread on the bed and slammed my cock into her. "Turn around", and took her from behind, doggy style. At this point, I was wondering "It’s not getting any better…just want to come and get out".
So I did. She was still huffing heavily, and I fell down like a log right next to her. Not because I was tired from the sex. More cause I had the "right…so that’s done…no surprises there" kind of feeling. She mumbled a couple of things and I replied with monotonous yes’ or no’s. Half an hour later I was out of there heading home.
Just another Friday night, and tomorrow, it’s lunch with Lauren. More on her later.