Do A Little Dance. Make A Little Love…
I wanted a quiet, relaxing weekend. The 18 year old of course wanted to hook up. She needed some cock, I heard it in her voice, but I lied and said that I had some work to finish up for an important meeting scheduled early next week. She was disappointed, but I spent a good 15 minutes on the phone, saying how much I wanted to see her and how I was going to take her out on a proper dinner date soon enough. She liked to sound of that and said she was going to spend the weekend studying for finals and getting some chores done.
I went to the gym before having dinner at the bar across the street from my apartment. While finishing up a beer, I tried to figure out why I just cheated myself out of pussy for the evening with a tight teenage piece who’d let me lube up her ass. I honestly didn’t really know, and couldn’t figure it out. I went to Wal-Mart to pick up some bathroom shit then swung by Vons to do some light grocery shopping. When I got back to my apartment, the answer to my question was starting to dawn on me.
I got my bong out and loaded it up with some goody good to help me ponder a bit. After the effects kicked in, I watched Tom chase the shit out of Jerry in syndication—that cartoon is hilarious when on weed. As the credits were rolling, it all started to make sense.
Did it really matter that I didn’t see the 18 year old in my life forever? Yes, I wanted to fuck and she wanted to “make love”. Young bitches were hopeless romantics. Some of the funny shit at TrashyToons.com helped lighten things up. With a FREE TRIAL, I had to check it out? Shortly after, it got my ass in the mood to surprise my “girlfriend” for a quickie. I sucked on her firm young tits before sticking my throbbing cock up her vise tight snatch (making love right?); I bounced right after because I needed to “finish up some work”. Naïve little sluts…