It’s A Small World After All
So the 18 year old and I agreed that we were going to do our own thing for Thanksgiving. Well, we didn’t really agree with it (she wanted to be with me); I wanted to just be around my family and I didn’t want to take her from hers. She’s been my “girlfriend” for less than a year and I wasn’t ready to introduce her to my family just yet. Me meeting her family is one thing, but her meeting mine is a completely different matter—and not gonna happen just yet.
The airport was a fuckin zoo and I was in the security line for what seemed like two lifetimes. My feet were sore from standing and I couldn’t wait to sit down. I could feel my leg cramping up, but I was almost at the security clearance, so I withstood the pain. I was chatting with a cute chick in front of me to pass the time, but I was so focused on my damn legs that I fucked up my opportunity to bang her by just committing to small talk. When I finally got on the plane, I slept like a fucking baby for the hour long flight back to the bay area.
I was originally going to take a cab to my parent’s house from the airport, but my mom said she wanted to pick me up, so I didn’t bother thinking twice about it. When I stepped outside to await my mom, someone else pulled up – my ex-girlfriend (who I haven’t seen in years). She and I broke up oh so long ago due to her studying abroad overseas. We didn’t have a messy break up, but we weren’t that long into our relationship either—we were fuckin kids. But now—she was a fuckin woman. I was somewhat glad to see her – she was the only girl I introduced to my family (and I was young and naïve then).
During the fifteen minute ride to my parent’s home, we shared some pleasant conversation and I was intrigued on how ambitious this chick was. It was good to see her again. I wanted to fuck her brains out right then and there to show her that I was still the real deal—but her PinkandPerfect.com pussy would have to wait. My objective this holiday weekend was to relax with family and share a great Thanksgiving dinner; but now, I can’t wait – I’m anticipating some of her dessert…
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