The Quickie Chronicles - Birthday Sex

I am not one for random hook ups.  Honestly.  Not saying I'm against them or anything, I've just never had one and don't see it happening.  I'm a little too conscious for that shit.  Until I've had a hand grenade and had my booty sufficiently rubbed in public... but I'm getting ahead of myself.

My excuse for any fuck shit I got into this week has already been "It's my birthday!".  LOL set myself up for failure.  I'd been celebrating all week, even had a little list of shit to cross off.  I did all but one.  I'd tried to get in contact with old  "friends" and even considered calling up an ex.  I just wanted my booty rubbed.... and I refused to turn 25 without ever having birthday sex.

I'd all but given up on the last part of my quest.  I ended up on Bourbon with a friend and decided to celebrate the last night of my birthday week to the fullest.  We were suppose to meet a friend of hers out there.  As he walked up, I felt slightly betrayed.  I thought we were meeting girls.  My ass can be so naive at times.  I took a slow drag off my clove and spoke politely to her friend and the guy with him.  They instantly struck up a conversation, I just kept smoking.  I was not going to baby sit.

Marcus struck up a conversation with me.  Or should I say the half a bottle of vodka he drank tried to have a conversation with me.  I was called all kinds of mean because I tried my hardest to blow him off and make it to a bar.  Nothing ever worked.  I mean eventually we did make it to the bar, but his hand were becoming familiar with my body even though my words to him were not the nicest.

By the time we made it to the land of hand grenades, my ass had been groped enough for my to scratch getting my booty rubbed off my list.  We sat across from each other at the bar.  My friend and I nursed our drinks as the boys at hot wings.  Drunk asses.  I played with the straw with my tongue and made occasional glances towards Marcus to make sure he was paying attention.  Then I started ignoring him again and talking to my friend.

When he was finished with his hot wings, he moved next to me.  Rubbed on my ass and pulled me up closer to him.  Apparently I'd been biting my lip at him and he wanted to see the show up close and personal.  I obliged, a bit.  Remember I'm mean.

It was getting late and I was getting tired.  My friend was ready to go, so we left.  On the walk back to her car, I told her what was going on with me and Marcus.  She told me it was my birthday and I should get it.  I sighed and kept walking.  She texted her boy and set shit up.

When they pulled up to my house I almost refused to open the door, so my friend did.  Then she left and told us to have a good night.  I started to back out of this whole thing and then he grabbed me and it was on....

In my mind, kissing and hooking up never mixed but I didn't refuse his lips.  He fell backward on the bed and  I fell right on top of him.  He commanded me to strip and I did.  He gave my perky nipples the 15 seconds of attention they deserved and told me to get up.  He climbed on top of me and fingered me.  It had been a while since I experienced that.  It took everything end me to not just say give me the D.

When he thought I was wet enough, I guess, he got up to find his pants and the condom in his pocket.  He took off his boxers and slid it on.  It was at the point I realized he was messing any clothes.  I need to work on being more vigilant.  Anyway, he slid my down to the edge of the bed and quickly entered me.  I gasped. We started grinding to our own rhythm.  Soon after I start to run away.  He pulls me back and flips me over.  I start throwing it back on him with all my might.  It's been too long since I've been bent over and I'm enjoying every minute of it.  Slowly I began to collapse from the pressure building in my pelvis, he just rolls me on my side and keeps going.  He stops and lays down.  I sit up to see what the deal is, he just stares at me.  I know the look and meaning.  I climb on top and start riding him.  He forces me down on him with each trust forcing involuntary screams to escape my lips. He pleads with my to cum and the convulsions in my legs should let him know I'm doing just that.  I start running away again, but he follows me.  We both end up panting on the floor.  I kneel up against the bed as an effort to try to stand but he's right behind in, right back in me.  His constant urges for me to throw in back at him cause my hips to whip into a frenzy.  Again, I gracefully tap out.  I get up and sit on the bed.  He remains on the floor, panting.  Eventually he gets up, and mumbles something about getting this nut out the way.  He asks me how I want it.  I say I want him on top.  He throws my legs over my head and eases back into me.  I'm already shaking.  He hits me with that slow stroke of death and I squirm in torment.  Finally, he gains speed and sends us both over the edge again.  We both lay there, panting for several minutes. Eventually we both get up.  He goes to the bathroom, I go to find a tshirt.  It is then that I realized that we managed to fuck every single thing off the bed, even the mattress pad.  Too tired and weak to care, I find the blanket and pillow and clock out.  I feel him hit the bed not far from me and few minutes later.

I'm not sure how long we laid there but I felt him stir.  Watched him retrieve his clothes.  Walked him out and locked the door behind him.  All I can remember thinking is Happy Birthday to ME !!!! And then I slept a really long time.