Okay, it has been an incredibly long while. This next bit is a post about the guy, K, that I mentioned in my last post, the one I started but never finished until today.
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Well, well. I've been back for about 4 days now, and things have DEFINITELY not slowed down. Last night, there were fireworks down by the beach and everyone usually goes down there to get drunk, high, and forget about watching them. The night before, I called my best friend to see what time we were going.
A deep, accented, male voice answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi," I said, somewhat startled. "Can I speak to A, please?"
"She's just doing some work for her dad," the voice bantered on.
"Whats your name?" I asked.
"K," he replied.
Oh! So this was the K that Fir's girlfriend and Mini-Slut had informed me about. According to Mini-Slut, he was incredibly good-looking.
So we talked for a few minutes, I was somewhat rude to him in order to talk to my best friend, I called him conceited, and for some reason this manner appealed to him.
"He thinks you're cute," my best friend said when she took the phone.
A pause later, she said, "Do you think he's cute?"
"Uhhh, I think he's funny, I guess" I shrugged.
I had heard about him, but didn't think much of it. Later on, my best friend told me he had a page on a certain website we all share where you can post pictures, leave each other comments, messages, etcetera.
"Go look at his page," she ordered. I lazily typed in his username in the search file and without interest gazed at the screen as the images began to appear.
The first picture was of an extremely sexy six pack. I had to admit, I was very impressed, although many guys have really nice bodies but not so nice faces.
The second picture was of him and my friend's younger brother. At this one, I have to admit my jaw dropped, and BELIEVE me when I say I wish I could post a face picture of him. Tanned skin, black hair, and gorgeous blue eyes (I was later informed that they were colour contacts) stared back at me with an incredibly sexy expression. I'm not going to lie, when I looked at his last and final picture, my mind was completely blown.
Anyways, my friend and I discussed fireworks plans and proceeded to meet up the next day. "Saf!" my friend cried happily. "Let me introduce you to K" she said, pulling me over to him. Wow, I thought, he looks even better in real life (hehe).
"We talked on the phone," he said.
I pretended to look blank for a second before "realizing" and saying "Ohh of course, yeahh," as I looked into those gosh hot contacts.
I learned he was sleeping at my best friend's house too, and for the rest of the time we were out, we didn't interact much. It wasn't until he was walking towards my friend's house with her cousins, that she gave me her cell phone with him on it and we talked and laughed as he was walking towards the house. About a minute later, they arrived and we all looking for alcohol around my friends house before finding a few coolers and a bottle of Crown Royal. Me and K drank the Crown mixed with Coke, and the rest of them drank the coolers. In a much tipsier state of mind later, me and K were alone in the kitchen. I was feeling pretty drunk right at that point, when K suggested we gulp the rest of our drinks and see who could do it the fastest. Knowing that I would probably throw up if I did, I shook my head drunkenly.
"I'm drunk," I said.
"No, you're not," he responded. "Come here, let's see."
I walked over to him and he took my face in his hands and stared into my eyes with intensity.
"Doesn't look like it," he said.
"Well, I feel like it," I admitted.
We both found this hilarious and he haphazardly placed his glass in a very precarious position on the counter, almost falling off, which we found even more hysterical. Laughing, I lost my balance for a second and proceeded to push myself up onto the top of the counter.
I wrote that much before I left, and I can’t exactly remember what he said or what I said that night now, but short in short is that as I was sitting on the counter, he walked forward, put his hands around my waist and kissed me. Shortly after that, we headed upstairs where I drunkenly agreed to engaging in activities with him (Ha, I feel like Gay Banker, writing that!)
**Slightly Explicit*(Not according to many of the people’s blogs I read but for me to write this next bit, I’d say it merits a small warning)
We headed up stairs, he pulled me into my friend’s guest room, turned off the lights and locked the door. He proceeded to pull me onto the bed, his hands slowly sliding everywhere with expertise. He turned me around so I fell ontop of him, still kissing me all the way as I casually ran my fingers over his sexy, hard 6-pack (GOD, that was a turn on). Shortly after, we removed each other’s clothes, yet I was too wasted to do anything else other than service him…and I haven’t really seen many cocks, maybe 4 or 5 not including his but SWEET JESUS it was HUGE…barely even fit in my mouth ;) He had really nice balls too…anyways I finished him off and a friend knocked on the door…we jumped up, put our clothes back on and I walked out the door.
After about 30 minutes of just sitting down in my friend’s computer chair…I began to sober up, which was NOT pleasant for me. What had I just done? I had gotten drunk, made out and sucked off practically a complete stranger, which is definitely not my style no matter HOW disgustingly sexy he is. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at him for the next hour, but softened when my friend told me he liked me and was upset that I couldn’t even look at him. I began not moving when he came near me and talking to him a little bit.
At about 4:30 in the morning, there were only a few of us left downstairs, including my best friend A (whose house we were at), K, me, and A’s cousin who I shall call S. Anyways, S is sitting on the foldout bed that attaches to the couch and I jump onto it and put my legs on him…K comes, jumps on me, puts a pillow on my stomach, stretchs out so I’m lying sideways and he has his head on my stomach (so think of us as a T shape with me as the top of the T) and I am about to tell him to get off when A comes and jumps on top of him. Like a big human sandwhich or something. Anyways, for the next half hour, S is stroking my leg with one hand, and holding my left hand with his other hand, K is holding my right hand with one hand, his other hand playing with my stomach and stroking it…hehe neither boy knew he wasn’t the only one doing things to me, but I won’t lie…it was verrry nice. Anyways, at about 5 in the morning, A’s father comes down to leave for work. S, K and me all pretend to be asleep while A stupidly continues watching TV. She gets in trouble with her father for being awake and he sends her upstairs. Shortly after, S leaves to go sleep upstairs also. Which leaves K and me. I get out from under his head, and stretch out next to him, facing the other way. With one fluid motion, he stretchs out a muscled arm, pulled me into him, and went to sleep.
Unfortunately, my bliss didn’t last very long because S’s twin, W, knocked on the door after he went to throw up from all the drinking and I was forced to open it. Anyways, I return to the bed and look at K. His hair is messed up, theres a scar under his eye from one of his friend’s elbows pushing him by mistake, he’s squinting at me, and damnit, he still looks GORGEOUS. Immediately feeling self-conscious, I think of how shitty I must look first thing in the morning. Now, I’m not really that confident in my looks anways, and I’m especially feeling ugly next to this gorgeous guy who could probably get any girl he wanted to do ANYTHING for him. So I stay lying on the outside of his arm so that if he really wants to, he can just pull it out. I’ll make it easy for him, I think to myself. His sexy eyes focus on me for a minute, then at the space in between us, and he looks at me again and asks “What is this?” So I roll closer to him, he wraps both sexy, muscly arms around me, holds me sooooo tightly, puts his chin on my head, and goes back to sleep. My ear is right against his heart, I can hear it beating, I’m more comfortable than I’ve ever been in my life, and he’s comfortable enough to sleep with me like this.
Do I really need to say how fucking perfect this was? This was basically all my stupid little dreams coming true.
Anyways, since then, he’s talked to me a lot, called me, emailed me when I was away, and last night, when we were talking on the phone, he told me he liked a girl so much that he wouldn’t even look at another girl if he was with her.
Yes I stupidly have some tiny hope that it’s me. Well, I’m seeing him tomorrow! Wish me luck!
Love you all,
S.
