Out with Lil Sis Again

Armed with the confidence and determination that only comes from tapping a fresh piece of amazing ass, I made new plans with Lil Sis. With her, simply making plans took much effort. I wanted to meet during a week day so I wouldn’t waste those precious weekend nights on her, so we made plans to hang out early during the week, on a night when she didn’t have to work late. Of course, she flaked, but we made more plans for that Thursday after she got off of work.

However, I wasn’t about to let her off for flaking that easily. She needed to sweat a little, so after telling me she was out with some of her coworkers for happy hour and she would meet me afterwards, I didn’t text back. Instead, I put my phone in my pocket, and waited.

After an hour, I started wondering if she was playing games with me now, and pulled out my phone. There were four texts from her:

“These people are old I’m so bored.”

“Hellloooooo where are you??”

“Rookie!!”

“Do you want to hang out with me?”

Thanks to the poor reception in the bar, my phone didn’t vibrate. No problem, though, because I liked how this was going. Props to ATT Wireless for unintentionally helping my game. I responded, and she said she was at a bar close by. I went outside to meet up with her. She was only a block away, and I could see her, but I still had to give her directions over the phone. “Cross that street.” “Turn to your left.” Etc. It must have taken her 10 minutes. I started getting annoyed.

On this night, I had a game plan: make sure she’s drinking, get freaky on the dance floor for a little bit, and take her back to the crib, with enough time to spare before her ride would arrive to take her home. She was already tipsy, so I was already ahead of schedule. Only she showed that she was tipsy when she walked.

We hung out with VK, and kept drinking. She was looking good, in a slutty dress, but her face had some pimples. Sweating away as a waitress doesn’t do a face good. Even though it was dark, I could see them, and I wasn’t too pleased. Normally, I wouldn’t want anyone else to notice such a thing, but I took exception, this time. “I don’t want you to see my blemishes,” she said while angling her face down-ward.

“Your blemishes?” At least she knows.

“Yeah.”

“Well, do something about it.”

“Oh my gosh I am!”

It was time for the next phase of the plan: freak dancing. So we closed our tabs and took a restroom break. I noticed something different when she came back. The last time we hung out, she was focused like a lazer on finding me. This time, she was walking back with a dude on either side, with each spitting game in the closest ear. Of course she was lapping it up.

We got outside, and it became clear just how tipsy she was. She had to sit down on the bench, and then dropped her purse on the ground, contents spilling out. I watched as she picked her things back up. “I need to smoke,” she said.

“Uhh, no.”

“But I need to smoke when I drink.”

“Not around me.”

“OK.”

We made it to another club and got freaky. Bumping, grinding, sloppy makeouts. I checked my watch, and said that it was time to go. It was time. Too bady she was so tipsy, because flagging down a cab was going to become a problem. Outside, she was stumbling. We turned a corner, and she fell on the ground, laughing. It might have helped if I was drunk, too, but I was on a mission. I had things to do, places to go, pussy to beat. Annoyed, I helped her up and then tried to flag a cab. As soon as I turned my back, she fell down again, spilling her purse contents all over the sidewalk. A hot mess. The problems of young girls, on display, sprawled all over the concrete. This time I helped pick up her things, just to speed up the process. The last thing I needed was some white knight coming along and misreading the situation, ushering a black guy away with threats of calling the cops, so he could get a chance at a “thank you” for getting her home safely. I got her into a cab, and had him drive us to my car. Almost home. Almost there.

Only now she wanted food. More and more obstacles. But I acquiesed, and drove to the nearest McDicks’.

After getting food, we got to my apartment. I had to help her up the stairs. We ate, and then the clothes came off, and before I could start beating it up, she checked her phone: her uncle was on his way to the club to pick her up. So I went to work with just enough time to spare. I wanted to get her back to the club so her uncle wouldn’t have long to wait. Why? Part of me just didn’t want someone to be waiting around, but I mostly didn’t want to get on the bad side of her family. I wasn’t planning on meeting any of them, but if I got labeled as a douchebag, I was sure that they could make life difficult for me. After I finished, I was ready to go.

Only she wasn’t. She wouldn’t let go of me, trying to make out as long as possible, as her phone kept on buzzing. Oh well.

It didn’t end in the car, either. She kept trying to make out with me, necking me, licking my ear, at an unusually long red light. When we finally pulled up behind the club, we kissed goodbye, and she got out and walked around the corner to the front. I made a U-turn and sped away.