1. Don't ask if this situationship can extend beyond the weekend.
2. Don't be afraid to "shoot your shot."
3. Have a Plan B, figuratively and literally.
4. A walk down memory lane could be worth the reality check at the end of the street.
The party on the second night of our High School Reunion had the same energy and excuse from the night before: if we keep drinking, we can blame everything on being drunk. With the grace and balance of a baby giraffe, I spent most of the party walking like Ronald, Hot Boy Ronald. As I dipped around the room, I stumbled upon a few of my classmates, who seemed to be shuffling pages amongst themselves. Robin and the folks at her table were playing M.A.S.H., and I figured I'd give it a try:
As luck would have it, Robin noticed her name on the page, and thought it was "kinda cute." I used that to my advantage, and suggested that she allow me to make her breakfast after the party ended. She got a good laugh out of my proposition, but opened Google maps on her phone and told me to type in my address.
Back at my apartment, and after realizing I hadn't made groceries, I broke the news to Robin about the breakfast. That didn't seem to bother her, as she walked into the kitchen, and gave me a kiss on the lips. Like me, she was still somewhat intoxicated, and on a "reckless reunion weekend" wave. I clumsily lifted her onto the countertop, and began to kiss her. Doing my best not to fall, Robin and I awkwardly made out, while also trying to remove / reposition articles of clothing. I paused for the cause, helped her back onto her feet, and began to undress.
Robin followed my lead, slowly worked her way out of her dress, and excused herself to freshen up a little. You know? She kinda reminds me of the girl who is a Lawyer / Issa Rae's friend on Insecure. Similar build, skin-tone, but Robin and I could've had the same barber. No worries, because that wasn't the only thing freshly shaved on her body....
Completely naked, we resumed kissing, and once the room stopped spinning, I led her into my bedroom. With me sitting on my legs and feet, Robin gently squatted over my lap, with her back against my chest. I grabbed onto her breasts, as she slowly bounced up and down. My eyes struggled to focus on our reflection in the mirror on my dresser. Drunk sex kinda feels like making love, right? Robin then let her legs and feet fall to her side and leaned forward, allowing me to move up behind her.
Still facing the mirror, I spread her cheeks, and licked the rim of her asshole. She moaned a little, but then propped herself up on her elbows. With my hand on her thighs, I plunged my face and tongue into her ass. Robin began to firmly throw her ass back, letting my tongue poke inside of her. Her ass jiggled each time it collided with my nose and beard. Robin let out a few soft whimpers, as her thrusting slowed down. I raised back up, lifted my di*k towards her kitty, and slide inside.
With each pump and thrust, Robin's earrings and breasts swung back and forth. I could feel myself getting ready to cum, but with her in this position, pulling out was not an option. With a death grip on her waist, i came, but kept working her until her arms gave out, and she slumped face-first into the bed.
Ass in the air, and kitty drooling, I rolled Robin onto her slide, as she blankly stared into my eyes. Her blinking slowed, and she eventually dozed-off. I grabbed the neared blanket, and curled up right next to her. The third and final day / activity of our reunion was only a few hours away....
2. Don't be afraid to "shoot your shot."
3. Have a Plan B, figuratively and literally.
4. A walk down memory lane could be worth the reality check at the end of the street.
The party on the second night of our High School Reunion had the same energy and excuse from the night before: if we keep drinking, we can blame everything on being drunk. With the grace and balance of a baby giraffe, I spent most of the party walking like Ronald, Hot Boy Ronald. As I dipped around the room, I stumbled upon a few of my classmates, who seemed to be shuffling pages amongst themselves. Robin and the folks at her table were playing M.A.S.H., and I figured I'd give it a try:
Back at my apartment, and after realizing I hadn't made groceries, I broke the news to Robin about the breakfast. That didn't seem to bother her, as she walked into the kitchen, and gave me a kiss on the lips. Like me, she was still somewhat intoxicated, and on a "reckless reunion weekend" wave. I clumsily lifted her onto the countertop, and began to kiss her. Doing my best not to fall, Robin and I awkwardly made out, while also trying to remove / reposition articles of clothing. I paused for the cause, helped her back onto her feet, and began to undress.
Robin followed my lead, slowly worked her way out of her dress, and excused herself to freshen up a little. You know? She kinda reminds me of the girl who is a Lawyer / Issa Rae's friend on Insecure. Similar build, skin-tone, but Robin and I could've had the same barber. No worries, because that wasn't the only thing freshly shaved on her body....
Completely naked, we resumed kissing, and once the room stopped spinning, I led her into my bedroom. With me sitting on my legs and feet, Robin gently squatted over my lap, with her back against my chest. I grabbed onto her breasts, as she slowly bounced up and down. My eyes struggled to focus on our reflection in the mirror on my dresser. Drunk sex kinda feels like making love, right? Robin then let her legs and feet fall to her side and leaned forward, allowing me to move up behind her.
Still facing the mirror, I spread her cheeks, and licked the rim of her asshole. She moaned a little, but then propped herself up on her elbows. With my hand on her thighs, I plunged my face and tongue into her ass. Robin began to firmly throw her ass back, letting my tongue poke inside of her. Her ass jiggled each time it collided with my nose and beard. Robin let out a few soft whimpers, as her thrusting slowed down. I raised back up, lifted my di*k towards her kitty, and slide inside.
With each pump and thrust, Robin's earrings and breasts swung back and forth. I could feel myself getting ready to cum, but with her in this position, pulling out was not an option. With a death grip on her waist, i came, but kept working her until her arms gave out, and she slumped face-first into the bed.
Ass in the air, and kitty drooling, I rolled Robin onto her slide, as she blankly stared into my eyes. Her blinking slowed, and she eventually dozed-off. I grabbed the neared blanket, and curled up right next to her. The third and final day / activity of our reunion was only a few hours away....
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