Sex in Another City
I've been laying low lately, as I've had a cold for the last week or so. However, I was out of town visiting my sister a couple weeks ago for her birthday and managed to have a pretty good time.
I flew in around 9:00 and my sister and a couple of her friends picked me up from the airport. From there, it was straight to the bars. I was hanging out with my sister, her boyfriend, her friends and their friends and we started drinking like it was going out of style. Most of her friends were pretty cool and I got along well with them. Towards the end of the night, I started talking up one of my sister's boyfriend's coworkers. She was attractive from the bar up and there seemed to be some sort of chemistry between us, so I put forth a little game in an effort to feel her out.
Before long, it was last call and we started heading for the door. The original plan was for my sister to go crash at her boyfriend's place and I was supposed to go back to her place by myself and sleep in her bed. By the time we left the bar, it was pretty obvious that I had a sure thing on my hands. Actually, I think it was the fact that this girl told me that she was coming back to my sister's place with me that gave it away.
Next thing I know, the two of us are in a cab leaving the rest of the group and going back to my sister's apartment. My sister's last words to me were, "if she's going home with you, you're not allowed to sleep on my bed, you have to use the futon." Fair enough. We have the cab drop us off about a block away and start trying to find our way home. We're not too successful, initially, and instead decide to start making out on the sidewalk. After a few minutes of that, I declare that we need to get inside because it's damn cold out.
We finally find her place and make our way upstairs. I don't think we had both feet in the door before she's asking me to mix her up a drink. It seems that my sister does the majority of her drinking outside the house, but I did manage to find a bottle of Absolut in the freezer with about 3 very strong drinks worth of vodka in the bottom. I used up two thirds of what remained in the bottle and mixed it with some juice from the fridge. She made her way through a good portion of it before we made our way over to the futon. Naturally, it was too much to ask for things to keep progressing as smoothly as they had all night, for she began to talk about how she'd just gotten out of a four year relationship with some guy who turned out to be a total loser (it takes four years to figure that out?!). She talked about a few more things after that, but I basically tuned it out.
I think the extra alcohol kicked in shortly after, though, because she stopped talking and we got back to fooling around. After a few minutes, she requested that we leave the futon and move over to the bed. My sister's final words ran through my head again and I gave the option of staying on the futon a quick, albeit fleeting, second thought. Just as we took to the bed, however, all of the drinking that I'd been doing all night finally caught up with me and I had to make a pit-stop. When I came out of the bathroom, I noticed all the lights were off and there were a few candles burning. I jumped back in the bed and various articles of clothing began to make their way to the floor.
When her shirt came off, I couldn't help but notice that she had her nipples pierced—a new experience for me. I'm always down to try new things, so I couldn't help but be a little excited at the prospect of playing with them. Evidently she really liked it too, because she had me pulling on them so hard I thought I was going to rip them out. I guess she must have thought that nipple torture appealed to me too; before I could say or do anything, she had both my nipples in between her fingers and proceeded to damn near tear them off. She seemed amused at the resulting string of expletives that left my mouth soon after. I informed her that even though they served no real purpose, I would still like my nipples to remain on my chest.
With the unpleasantries out of the way, things proceeded normally and naturally, one thing led to another. However, after I came, I was still wearing the condom and she starts playing with my goods. I started freaking out, because the only thing going through my mind was visions of her pulling the condom off and soiling my sister's sheets. A stained sheet wasn't something I felt like debating with my sister the next day. I pulled her hand off me and jumped out of bed. The look on her face was priceless; you'd have thought she'd touched me with a cattle prod. I cleaned up and we both fell asleep (in the bed, of course).
The next morning, she awoke around 9:00 and I called a cab for her. Fortunately, she was out of there before my sister returned, so there wasn't anything requiring explanation.
