Winter Retreat pt. 2

Catch up on part 1 here.

The hot tub was more like a large heated pool / steam room. I played DJ and had my iPod going, and was getting massaged by one of those blower things in the pool. # 2 came in and chatted with people, then joined me. We made small talk, blah blah blah, which was cool, until I got distracted.

# 1 Shorty walked in the pool room in a set of high heels that would make the most seasoned stripper faint, and strutted around like she was the most sought-after video model Diddy hadn’t yet ran through. She had on white shorts, which covered up the bottom half of her black 1 piece that had a hood attached, which she had over her head. Even with the music going, you could hear a collective “DDDAAAAAYYYYUUUUUMMMM.” I couldn’t resist commenting: “She’s really working those heels… and that outfit… wow.”

# 2 looked at me and said “Oh, so you like her, huh,” in a matter-of-fact tone that couldn’t hide her jealousy. I wasn’t sure how to respond, but did anyway:

“I didn’t say I like her, just that she’s wearing those heels and looking fly. That shit’s important to me.”

“Oh,” she said, looking down towards the water. “Well this heat is messing up my hair, I’m heading back.” With that she left the pool.

At this point, I started calculating my closing chances: chance at a makeout, chance at sex, some other dude making a swoop, even the possibility that I’d make a rookie mistake and blow my chances. What I came up with was my Pussy-Pounding Probability, which consisted of all the above factors, heavily weighted by the chance of a makeout, and, most importantly, the chance of me fucking it up. My PPP rated at 40%, which I thought was decent, but not enough to assuage doubt. And after her reaction to # 1 Shorty stealing all the attention, I felt my grip on the situation was slipping.

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Everyone changed from the pool, and some of us decided to head over to another room, where we heard cards were being played, and drinks were being passed. On the way to that party room, we ended up in another room: # 2′s. Someone in our small group was trying to get her to come along.

She said she’d join us soon, and I understood why. She put on a tight pair of jeans, heels that had to be 3 inches, a stylish top, and was combing her hair. My PPP just shot up to 75%, and I headed to the party room with a cool confidence. As long as I don’t fuck it up, I’m good.

While chatting with someone, a couple of Spades games got going, leaving me without a place to sit. “Wow, I’m the odd man out.” “Rookie, you can sit next to me,” # 2 said as she invited me over to the bed she sat on. With that, the kino escalated, with her leaning on me, trying to get me to help her pick which cards to play. I figured she played more than I did, and my attention started to wander. Once that happened, she reneged, and pulled me back in to see the big mistake she made. Of course I teased her, with my arm around her as she leaned heavily into me. This was going better than I had hoped.

After cards, it was time to hit up the club, and we said we’d see each other there. After a while, I got in line to the club, and saw her a few spaces over, talking to friends. I acted like I didn’t see her. That lasted about 5 seconds.

“Hey Rookie! Check out my outfit. Can you see my white shirt?” She had on a black mesh dress with a white shirt underneath, I guess to appear somewhat modest, but what I really noticed was the massive size of her tiggle bitties. As I looked down at them, I knew I had fallen for a trap, but managed to save myself.

“Mmm, not really, but with all the black light in the club, I’m sure it’ll shine through.”

“OK, we’ll have to see when we get inside.”

And we did. While getting drinks, she asked again “so… can you see my white shirt?” she said as she positioned her boobs in the most favorable light. This time, I was prepared.

“Ha. You just want me to look at your chest.”

She burst into laughter with her head down, knowing she failed to get me to react to those tiggles. I saw my PPP shoot up to 95%.

With that, we danced, with her grinding on me as I leaned against the wall, looking indifferent. She would leave every now and then to talk to others, so I took a break to hit up the restroom, and gather my thoughts about how to proceed. When I came out, I saw her in the lobby, talking to a dude who I’m sure could have had first dibs on most girls in that club. He was taller, had more muscles, dressed sharp, and good looking. Well that’s lame. Guess I’ll holla at something else. I wonder if OK Shorty is in there…

As I was walking past, # 2 turned towards me and reached out. Thoughts swirled in my head about what to do, and my initial impulse was: fuck that, I don’t save girls from other guys. She’s going to have to get out of that herself. I’ll be inside, and she can find me there.

But then I thought about it. She wants me now, so why leave her hanging? I know I read somewhere in the game community not to save girls, but this seemed different. Perhaps it would be better not to listen to them this time? Fuck it. I grabbed her arm and quickly pulled her away from the competition. We went back in the club with her hanging on me, all smiles and laughter.

Back in the club, I knew it was time to seal the deal, but I figured I needed a makeout first. With her facing me while dancing, I went for it. Our lips touched briefly, but a little longer than I had anticipated. She backed up a little with a smile on face as she looked to the side. It was brief, but all the confirmation I needed, as she went in a mini-rant.

“OMG! Rookie! You’re sooo bad!”

Yuuuuuuuuuuuup.

A little while later, I said that we should get out of there, and we left, straight for my room.

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She took off her heels, then her earrings, and started taking off her dress. I took over, and distracted her with my tongue. I got to the bra, unhooked it, and revealed the most massive breasts I had ever seen. Just 1 of em was the size of my own head. It was like the holy grail. I thought about just motor-boating em for the rest of the night. As a rookie, I would’ve been happy. No, let’s finish this.

“OK Rookie, I don’t want you to fuck me,” she said as I laid her own her back.

“Mmmhmm.” After more kissing, I quickly took the panties off.

“OMG Rookie, what are you doing? Oh what are you doing?” I had no response, so just kept the makeouts going.

“I didn’t think you liked me,” she said as I put on a rubber.

“Why did you think that?”

“Because you didn’t talk to me on the bus.”

“Oh yeah, heh.” More making out as I spread her legs apart, and stuck the tip in.

“OMG! Rookie, what are you doing? What are you doing?”

“Just kissing you,” as I made my way inside.

“But, but, I thought you liked my Average Friend.”

“Nah, I wanted you.”

“Oh Rookie, Rookie, you’re so bad… you’re soooo baaaad…”

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What would this story be without a true, bona fide rookie mistake? Straight trash, you say? Don’t. Doubt. Me.

Before we got it in, I sent out a text telling my 2 roommates not to come back, at all. I thought about putting a sock on the door knob. Nah, that’s like, sooooo college. We’re adults here.

And yet, as I was reaching for another rubber (yeah, really attractive girls = no recharge time for me) I heard the door knob jiggle. And it wasn’t one of those soft jiggles. It was how you jiggle it when the door is locked for some inexplicable reason. FUCK!

“OMG you’re roommates are trying to come in! I have to go!” She put on her clothes and headed towards the door. We made out one last time, then she left.

I put on some clothes, and walked out. There he was, one of my roommates, passed out in the lobby.