Confirmation
I remember the first girl I started kickin it with after coming out of a 3 year relationship. Coincidentally she had the exact same name as my ex, though bared little to no resemblance. Everyday between classes I’d step out for some air and see her sitting on the steps alone eating a yogurt. Tall blue eyed dirty blond girl. Slim with pouty lips. What got me most were her legs. She was roughly the same height as me if not an inch taller and it was aaaall in her lustry legs.
How I picked her up was dope in its own right! Nothing special I guess except that I played the aggressor and made all the right moves. She was eating a yogurt - which many people enjoy but rarely enough to pack it with them as a snack. If you see a girl doing that it either means she’s aware of her health and physique, or that she really likes yogurt. Either way its an easy icebreakter.
I sat next to her and said something about how I liked yogurt too and how’d I’d love to see how long it took to lick it off her legs. Of course when she said “what?” I covered it with something along the lines of “it always takes forever to pick em off the shelves. I buy a lot.” She of course laughed at the obvious coverup and it was sealed from there.
I knew she’d be there throughout the week so I didn’t bother to ask for her number right away - good move because it gives her a chance to get comfortable around me. And when I did, I played the 2 day rule. Solid rule.
We kicked it a couple of times and then went to a party at her friends house. I brought a couple buddies with and it was relatively low key. Parental-free zone with alcohol on tap, nyce! We got into a game a strip poker and course her friends were losing. But with strip poker it doesn’t matter who’s winning or losing. It’s all about who you’re goin’ to kick it with after.
That being said the two of use were soon in the parents bedroom goin at it like jackrabbits after escaping a
clinic. It was ruthless and completely disorganized. To be completely honest - I was too duffed to have any control over what I was doing. Except, she was loving it! This chic rode the hobby horse like she’d married the Lone Ranger! She was a screamer, though because apparently my buddy was just outside the door listening in. He’s not a perve or anything. In fact he gave me a pat on the back the morning after and said “good show my man.” That’s what guys do. Fuck knows what girls do.
I’m glad he had done that too, because I actually passed out half way through it all. Completely black! She was happy because she kissed me off the next morning and told me to give her a call. Then my boy’s complement on top of it let me know I was too shit faced to not know how to work it. But the stamp of reassurance came from her brother.
See, it turns out as my buddy was listening in, the girl’s brother was standing behind me down the hall doing the same. He noticed her brother when he turned around to him staring blink-free! The next morning I was trying to piece together how the whole moment went down with my buddy when I caught her brother listening in. Figured that was about the right time to head home. I opened the door to leave and when I turn around to close it, her brother was standing right there. The look on his face was a little off.
“You were good,” he said. He was 11 years old.
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