8 comments/ 7081 views/ 9 favorites Birthday Girl Ch. 01 By: Agera_R Hey guys, This is my first attempt at writing and my first submission so please go easy. If I get a positive response I will continue, and if not it can stay as a stand-alone story. All character are over 18, yada yada yada... u know the drill. ***** Really? Again? Don't I ever learn? I sat there with my head in my hands as the bass from the speakers throbbed all around me strong enough to even making my jeans vibrate. I looked up at the frenzy around me. Through the strobe lights I could see bodies that were way too close to each other gyrating to the music with wild abandon, seemingly in a trance. I groaned and put my face back into my hands. If there is a god up there please take me away from here. You see, I was never big on clubs. Well maybe when I was younger they had a slight appeal but even then I had to be really hammered to step into one. These days it was just pure torture. Step into a room with three to four hundred people when it was designed for maybe a hundred max, throw in ear splitting music and you had to be a freaking acrobat to get anywhere near the damn bar and well you see where I'm going with this. I'd prefer a drinking session with the guys at the pub any day over this circus. So what the bloody hell, you may ask, are you doing in this madness? Well you see my dear friends, we all have these annoying things called best friends that have this uncanny habit of making us do exactly that which we don't want. I looked up and searched the dance floor for that traitor. "Just one drink" he said. "It'll be fun" he said. Rat bastard. I was going to punch him and his nosy girlfriend for this treachery. Ok so I wasn't, but hey, one can fantasize. Truth be told they were like family to me and from what I know, family can get into your skin sometimes, it's allowed. I spotted Nick at the edge of the dance floor talking to a couple of middle-aged dudes who looked about three sheets from the wind. Well if we are being technical he was less talking and more gesturing like a retarded mime. Ah yes, the joys of networking. I didn't see Jenna with him so I figured she must be doing her own socializing. Assholes. Leaving me here with their friends, whom I don't know from Adam, and they expect me to mix in. Yeah right, that was going to happen. I glanced around at the two couples we had arrived with and found one couple pulling duck faces at the camera. The other couple was busy playing the who can find the others tonsils game. I finished my drink and got up to go to the bathroom. I swayed on the spot as I straightened up. How much had I drunk? On my way to piss paradise I rewound my journey here. There I was, eagerly looking forward to watching Donnie Yen beat living crap out of the Chinese villain in a whirlwind of high speed punches and super flying kicks, but Noooooooooooo... Mister I know what's best for you and his sidekick Miss I know what's even better for you had to show up and ruin my Kung Fu night that I would have happily spent laughing at the poorly translated sub-titles. "Your Fist of Crane no match for my Eagle Fury!" Ha! Good stuff right there. Long story short, they felt I had spent too much time indoors by myself and therefore needed to visit the world of the living for a change. Fat load of good it did me. After depositing my precious cargo into the urinal I washed and got back out again. I looked back at the dance floor and winced. No way was I going back in there for a while. Deciding my eardrums needed a much needed break I settled upon stepping out for a bit of fresh air since my two guardians seemed pre-occupied in their own business. Having had more than a few drinks I had a pleasant buzz and I was feeling no pain as I walked around the club humming a mindless tune to myself. My phone rang even before I could make a lap of the premises. It was Nick. I considered ignoring his call as a small measure of revenge but that thought was short-lived I swiped to answer. "Sup dickhead" "Screw you. Where are you?" he shouted over the music on his end. "Had to take a call" I lied. "Be back in a few." He cut the call and I smiled as I put the phone back in my pocket. Whatever the case, we always looked out for each other. I stood taking the last few breaths of freedom before I headed back when I heard a voice around the corner. "Look, I have to go back now, my friends will be looking for me" said a female voice that was trying to sound strong but there was an underlying edge to it. Now normally I stay well way from other people's problems, especially in situations involving clubs and women because it's usually always testosterone filled morons fighting over some attention seeking bimbo, but this didn't seem like the case. And besides, she had a nice voice. Now I had to put a face to the voice. I looked at the entrance to the club then towards the corner and silently cursed myself as I gave in to curiosity and moved closer to the voices. I peeked around the corner and saw three guys leaning on the hood of their cars and the girl with her back to me facing them. "I'm sure your friends can wait just a little while longer, cant they?" said one of the guys with a sneer that showed he clearly didn't believe her. He was leaning against a white Supra with his arms crossed and a demeanor that screamed spoilt rich kid. One of his buds was standing with him and the other one was standing next to a green M3. Man, I needed to get me one of them trust funds too, that Supra was smoking. I shook my head to clear out the distractions. Focus idiot, I told myself. "No, I need to go, I've already been away for quite long" said the girl with a bit more authority this time. "What a shame" said Supra dude smoothly, "and here we were just beginning to get to know each other." He got off his car and walked up to the girl, stopping right before her. "How about me and you go somewhere quiet where we can talk, just you and me" he said. Even a retarded chipmunk wouldn't believe that. "Uhmm... Thanks but maybe some other time yeah? When I'm not so busy" tried the girl desperately. Even a blind man could see she was trying to get away from them. "I believe in seizing the moment. Right here, right now. Why put off tomorrow what you can do today? I believe we bumped into each other here for a reason, don't you think we should give this a chance? See where it goes? I promise you won't be disappointed." If she fell for that I'd eat a dead horse. As they exchanged more words I looked back at the entrance. There were two bouncers there looking bored as hell. From what I could see the guys didn't seem to be dangerous but they sure were persistent. The girl's body language was now clearly indicating she wanted out of there. She kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other and looking at her phone as if expecting it to do something. From my vantage point I could see she was wearing a knee length blue dress that flared a bit from the waist down and simple heels on her feet. She had shoulder length black hair and though I couldn't see her face, the back of her head looked reasonably pretty. As I tuned back in, I realized he was trying to guide her to the car and she was desperately glancing around looking for any reason to stall while he looked like the cat that caught the mouse. Till today I would not know what possessed me to do what I did next. Maybe it was destiny, most probably it was the booze, I don't know, but even I was surprised as I found myself walking towards them. "There you are!" I shouted in what I hoped was a convincing tone that indicated I knew her. I plastered on a goofy smile, and spread my arms like I had been looking for her for ages. She turned around to face me and I nearly tripped on my feet. The back of her head had nothing on the front. There was a look of confusion on her pretty face, the kind you get when a stranger waves from across the street and you aren't entirely sure if it's directed at you. Supra boy was equally confused and kept shifting his gaze between me and her. "Do you have any idea how long we've been looking for you? There's a search party out for you by now. Sarah's raiding the toilets, Dan's gone to the roof and everyone else is on the lookout" I said as I walked right up to them. Shit, she was even cuter up close. I could tell she was a smart cookie as something clicked in her eyes and she immediately fell into character. "I know, I know, but work you know," she said as she lifted up her phone and shook it, "Can't say no to the boss" she rolled her eyes in exasperation. A quick glance at the douchebag told me he wasn't quite convinced, as though he was still making up his mind. I had to up my game a bit. Bullshit application version 2.0, activate! "Work? Really? On your birthday? You have got to be kidding me!" I swung blindly. I really needed to cut down drinking. I could tell even she was shocked, she couldn't form a response. The guys' eyes were now nearly out of their sockets and he couldn't stop looking from one to the other. I finally looked at him and extended my hand in a friendly way, "Hey man, how ya doing?" He looked at my hand, clearly bewildered and then snapped out of it as he hesitantly took it. We shook once and I turned back. "We get shots lined up in your honor and you just up and disappear into thin air. People are running around like headless chickens trying to locate you. Can you get yourself down there so we can get this show on the road young lady?" I said with mock anger. She bristled, shuffled her feet, then stood up at attention and gave me a mock salute. "Aye, aye Cap'n!" she said in the most stern voice she could. I swear it took all I had not to break down and laugh my head off. She looked incredibly cute standing there saluting like that. Romeo finally got his voice back, "It's your birthday?" he asked looking even more confused than before. Shit, I hope my gamble didn't blow up in my face. I hadn't considered maybe he knew her from before and knew it wasn't her birthday. I couldn't backpedal now. Well, nothing to do about it, full steam ahead! "Lemme guess, she didn't tell you?" I asked knowingly. "I know man, we had to drag her out of the house tonight, and then even here she disappears before we can wish her, talk about a party pooper." Party pooper? How old was I? Eight? I should wrap this up before I say something really stupid. Made-up birthday girl piped up "All right, I get the point grand-pa, can we go now, or do you want to whine some more?" She wriggled her eyebrows. Damn, she got a tongue on her. I jerked my head towards the entrance, "all right lets go, smart-ass," I said as I started walking away. She fell into step right beside me as she mumbled a see you around to Tuner boy. I turned around while backing away with my final gamble, "hey man, y'all wanna get in on the shots?" I asked praying that I'd read the situation right and they weren't the type to follow. Beside me I heard a sharp intake of breath. Romeo finally looked convinced that it wasn't an act and backed away towards his Supra as he said, "Nah man, maybe later." "Cheers," I said and giving him a thumbs up as I turned back and we turned around the corner and out of sight. I heard a grunt beside me and looked over to find she was barely controlling her laughter. That just set me off and we both started laughing uncontrollably while trying to remain as quiet as possible. We got to the entrance and finally stopped and bent over clutching our ribs and leaning on our knees as we tried to get hold of ourselves. Finally with tears in my eyes I straightened up as the last bouts of laughter were fading away. She was also up and looking right at me. Now is when I noticed her eyes. They were the lightest brown and seemed to be alive and dancing with humor. I had heard of expressive eyes but wow, she could hold a whole conversation without ever moving her lips. She had crossed her arms and was regarding me with the faintest smile playing on her lips. Ok, now I was in uncharted territory. My wits chose this exact moment to go on vacation. Traitors. Luckily she spoke before I could figure out the least appropriate thing to say on the planet. "Thanks," she said softly. "Uhmm... It's not... mention it," was my intelligent response. Great, all my brain functions decided to stop simultaneously. The corners of her mouth lifted even higher and she got the most adorable dimple on her left cheek. Now she thought I was a clown. Perfect. I needed to bail before I came across as a creep. Mustering all of my brain power I forced myself to respond. I made a move towards the entrance and said, "So, I guess I'll see you around eh?" She was still smiling that knowing smile, "Whoa there, cowboy," she said, then made a pretense of thinking and put a finger just below her lower lip. "I think you owe me a drink" she said and cocked her head to the side. I opened and closed my mouth at least five times without producing any sound. Was this female actually interested in a drink with me? Preposterous! Finally I think the last of the booze kicked in and I took advantage. I relaxed and bowed my head slightly with a tip to my imaginary hat, "Forgive my manners, m'lady," I said in the most ridiculous gentleman accent I'd ever heard. "Right this way," I said and with a grand gesture offered her my arm. She was beaming from ear to ear as she curtsied and put her arm in mine. Arm in arm we stepped into the flashing lights and booming bass, but for some reason, I wasn't too bothered by all of it this time. Birthday Girl Ch. 02 Hey all, sorry about the wait for this next piece of work, my computer has been having technical difficulties. But, due to a rather unexpected amount of feedback, my girlfriend and I decided to sit down and tell you people the rest of my birthday story. So everybody enjoy!! Feel free to respond to this and let me know if you peoples want more stories! * * * * * Fresh from our shower, still dripping wet, in both meanings of the phrase, I hurriedly swept everything off the bed. Then I laid on my back on the bed, spreading my legs wide as Sara lay on top of me, gently teasing my still hard clit with the fake cock. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, that feels good" I murmured to her as she started to kiss and blow lightly into my ear. "Good, now slave, close your eyes and spread your arms to the bedposts" she whispered. Nodding, I closed my eyes and raised my arms to the bedposts, leaving myself spread-eagled. I felt Sara get up off the bed and heard her move to the side of the bed. I heard more movement before I felt her get back onto the bed. Sara first took my left hand and I felt her put something around my wrist. The I heard a click and realised that she was cuffing me to the bed. I sighed quietly, as she cuffed the other end of the cuff to the bedpost. Sara the straddled me across the chest looking down at me. She lent forwards and kissed me quickly, and before I could touch her with my tongue she had pulled back and lent forwards to cuff my right wrist. As Sara finished cuffing my wrists, she pinched both nipples hard. Unable to keep my eyes closed, I flicked them open as a sharp pain and an after sensation of pleasure coursed through my body. I grinned up at her as she looked down at me evilly and held up her hands, holding two pairs of ankle cuffs. I nodded. Wordlessly I raised my legs from the bed, spreading them wide as Sara shifted around so she was facing my legs. Quickly and without preamble, Sara cuffed my legs to form a V shape on the bed, vertical from the bed. After she finished, Sara got up, admiring her handiwork. To sum up my look, I was lying on my back, my arms above my head and spread, cuffed to the bedposts, and my legs were raised in the air, spread so my wet and very, very hot pussy was exposed for her to toy with at her will. Sara came up to the bottom of the bed. As she looked down at me, she remarked very casually "Oh, slave, I almost forgot, tonight I'm going to clamp your clitoris while I watch my favourite television show." I nodded quietly. Without warning, Sara slapped my pussy hard. "Answer me when I speak to you bitch!" she almost shouted at me. I gasped as I felt her fingers slap against my exposed clitoris. "Yesssssssss!!" Sara then slowly started to stroke the backs of my upraised legs slowly with the tips of her fingers, trailing from the back of my ankle to the backs of my knees. She pulled away and bent down next to the bed, straightening up, holding a long feather in her hands. "My my, this IS fun, isn't it?" Sara said to herself more than me. Sara came up and stood next my head. "Close your eyes slave", Sara said as she stroked the feather under my nose slowly. I did as I was told, and I felt Sara move the feather slowly against my face, sliding the soft tip along my nose, down to my top lip, then my bottom lip. I opened my mouth slightly and breathed a contented sigh. Sara trailed the tip of the feather slowly down my face to my neck, rubbing the tip slowly up and down the sides of my neck. Sara slid the feather down further, fluttering it softly above my breasts. Rubbing the feather around the firm curve of my left breast, Sara teased the underside of my boob, sliding against the sensitive underside, then back over the top, then around my areola, then down the firm outer side and back to the underneath, back up once more but this time on the inner side, and finally I felt the feather trace oh-so-lightly to my nipple. I held my breath as Sara slid the feather towards my very hard and erect nipple, my breasts tingling and my pussy getting insanely hot and aching. At the last second, Sara took the feather away from my breast completely, leaving me no sensations whatsoever. Groaning in frustration, I let my breath out in a soft hiss. I heard Sara chuckle softly under her breath. Sara must have waited for about five minutes before touching me again. The whole time between all I heard was silence. Then without warning, and causing me to jump a little, I felt the soft feather tip, again on my face, working its way slowly down my face and neck, towards my right breast this time. Sara traced the entire perimeter of my boob this time, and in slowly tightening circles, slid the feather towards my aching nipple. As the feather got closer, Sara moved it slower, making me wait and ache. After several long minutes of Sara teasing my breast, she slid the feather towards my nipple. Again, she pulled away at the last second, only this time, she trailed the feather down my breast and onto my stomach. I groaned in pleasure and frustration. Sara laid the feather on my stomach. I felt her lean in close to me and whisper into my ear with her hot breath "I think I should blindfold you, just in case you try to ruin my fun slave." I nodded. I heard Sara move, and a moment later, I felt her slip soft leather blindfold over my eyes. Then Sara resumed her teasing with that feather again. Sara slowly trailed the feather down my tummy, and then up again, then back down slowly. I heard Sara move down towards the end of the bed. Then I felt Sara slide the feather down my tummy to right above my wet and more then likely steaming pussy. Involuntarily, I squirmed a little as Sara slowly traced my naked outer lips with the feather, being careful not to let me touch myself on my clitoris by accident. Ever so gently, Sara slid the tip of the feather down my left outer lip, from top to bottom, then back up again, this time on the right lip. Then Sara trailed the feather directly down my slit, starting just below my frustrated clitoris, and finishing at my ass. Sara slowly slid the feather to my legs now, trailing up and down the backs of my legs softly as I groaned in frustration and need. My body was squirming uncontrollably and my hot pussy was aching and gaping. Finally, after teasing me for what seemed like hours, Sara laid the feather on the floor, the tip of which was now damp with my juice. Sara kneeled at the base of the bed, and blew cool air directly onto my hard clitoris, raising goose bumps on my skin all over, and causing me to almost cry out. Sara traced my wet pussy with her fingers for a moment before she used her index finger and middle finger to part my lips wide, laying her tongue flat against my hot cunt, and sliding slowly from the bottom of my wet pussy all the way to the top, flicking softly at my clitoris with her tongue as she finished her slide. The stimulation against my clitoris nearly sent me over the edge as my breath caught and my head spun. Sara waited a full minute before repeating this little tease again, this time giving me two laps up and down my pussy and finishing it with a light flick on my clitoris. I writhed and squirmed helplessly in my cuffs, my breathing heavy, my nipples hard and my pussy on fire. Once more Sara waited. Without warning I felt her tongue back on my pussy. Three laps and two flicks at my clitoris this time, and finally I couldn't hold my silence any longer. "Oh god Sara, please let me cum mistress!!" I begged her. Sara laughed, her laughter sounding musical yet so cruel. I felt her get up and then I felt her pinch both my hard nipples roughly. "Silence slave", was all she said to me. My breaths were coming in ragged gasps as I heard a buzzing. Then I felt something getting attached to just above my clitoris. The buzzing sent vibrations to it however, and I realised that Sara was using a vibrator of some kind. Then I felt a sharp bite on my clitoris, causing me to gasp and cry out. I moved my hips to try and get rid of the biting feeling, but my movements seemed to make the biting tighter, but at the same time better. Sara lent forwards and tweaked my nipples hard. "Slave, I have attached a clitoris vibe and a clit clamp to your hot slut cunt. The vibe is on it's lowest setting, so you wont be able to cum, but your movements with your hips is making that clamp feel tighter isn't it? That is because the clamp is weighted. Keep moving like that and you will cum, but as I haven't said you may cum yet, you are not to make yourself cum. If you do, then my fun will be ruined, and I– will- be- most– displeased!" Sara emphasised her last words by slapping my sensitive breasts softly but firmly, right over the nipples, making me almost cream right then. Struggling to regain some control of myself, I nodded and managed to gasp out "Yes mistress." I felt Sara get up off the bed and leave the room, only to hear the television on moments later. I groaned in frustration and desperate, wanton need as I realised it was time for her television show. The buzzing just above my clitoris went on and on, sending vibrations down to my hard clit and making me wiggle gently, trying not to tighten the clamp. Finally, after an hour (that's how long the show went for) Sara came back into the room. I can only imagine what I must have looked like, with a clit vibe and clamp attached to me, my pussy in a royal state of hot, wet, helpless need, my nipples rock hard and my head tossing desperately from side to side. Sara quickly removed the clamp, making me sigh in relief, but also in frustration yet again (having it taken away was good for my poor clitty, but it felt good having it on as well!). Sara left the vibe attached however. She lent in and kissed me on the lips hard, pressing her tongue into my mouth as I wrestled my own tongue against hers. "Good slave slut, you didn't cum!" she exclaimed. "But your pussy must be soooooooooooo aching and needy right now, right?" she asked me. My head tossing wildly as the sensations on my clitoris were driving me insane, I moaned in agreement. Sara laughed and took the vibe away from my pussy, making me beg for her to leave it there. Sara laughed again, and then I felt her slide a ball gag into my mouth, tightening and buckling it behind my head. My cries were now muffled, as were my moans and groans of pleasure and desperation. Sara traced my outer lips with her tongue, and slowly she parted them and worked her way to my hard and helpless clitoris. Suckling my clitoris into her mouth gently, she gripped it between her full lips and beat her tongue against my clitoris slowly, and grazing the flat part of her tongue against it even slower. My hips tried bucking up towards her face, but she pulled away. My muffled cry sounded hopeless as Sara was completely quiet. I heard more movement and a buckling sound. Then I had a VERY pleasant surprise. Sara slammed her big, nine inch strap-on dildo into my wet cunt in one thrust, not pausing to let me adjust as she slid back out, then thrusting as hard as she could back into me. My back arched, my toes curled, and the only thing that stopped the police being rung from the volume of my scream was the ball gag in my mouth. My cunt sucked hungrily at the dildo as Sara pushed and thrust into my wet and horny cunt. Sara pinched both nipples hard, making me groan in pain/pleasure. My hips thrust up to meet her as she pushed into me, then without warning she pulled out, making me scream as loud as I could in need and desperation. My hands clenched into fists as I struggled to deal with Sara's nasty teasing. Next thing I felt was Sara blowing cool air directly onto my exposed anus. Her hot tongue darted out and started poking at my hole, making me squirm helplessly again as my ass was reamed expertly. Sara pulled her tongue away from my wet anus, and slowly and smoothly slid her index finger into my ass without stopping. I groaned and thrashed helplessly in my cuffed state. Sara pumped her finger in and out slowly, finger fucking my ass slowly. Sara added another long finger, then another, and before long I had three fingers furiously pumping in and out of my helpless ass. "Ok slave, now I'm going to fuck your slutty ass" Sara said. I groaned again. I felt Sara push the tip of her big dildo against my ass. She pushed in slowly, sliding inch after inch into me as I groaned and squealed into the ball gag. After a few moments, Sara had managed to push the big dildo into my ass and was slowly stroking it back and forth. I moaned with each thrust, and squealed each time she slid it back out. It wasn't long before Sara had set a fast pace, pushing in and out of my ass while she toyed with my helpless clit, driving me time and time again to the edge of orgasm before stopping all movement completely, leaving me hanging and helpless. Each time Sara did this she would laugh and pat my tummy. Next thing, I heard beeping in the background, and without warning Sara once more pushed into my cunt. This time however, she did not stop pounding my ass as I got closer, instead she thrust hard into me, then back out, then back in, fucking me roughly. She pinched my clitoris hard as I was being moved. My head spun, my head tossed, my breath caught, and my entire body tensed as an earth shattering orgasm took me over, ripping through my whole body as Sara relentlessly fucked me hard. I just couldn't take it, I blacked out completely, my last thought that I could remember was Sara leaning forwards and licking my sensitive nipples. I woke up later and looked up. I realised I wasn't gagged or blindfolded, and I wasn't cuffed either. I was in the bed, Sara next to me with her arms wrapped around me. My body was aching as I turned to look into her eyes. She looked at me before she kissed my lips, fencing softly against my tongue as I slowly frigged her hot pussy until she came on my fingers, watching me lick her juices off, before kissing me again, sharing her juices with her. She stroked my breasts softly as we nestled to sleep. The last thing I heard before I fell into a VERY, VERY contented sleep was "Happy Birthday Jo". Birthday Girl Ch. 02 When I awoke the next day, at first I thought it had all been a dream. When I realized what had actually transpired however, my mind became a conflicting mix of emotions. On one hand, I felt extremely guilty for messing around with my friend's girlfriend. On the other hand...it had probably been the most erotic, mind-blowing experience of my life. After months of secretly fantasizing about Krista behind closed doors, the real experience had far outshone my expectations. As I lay in bed, somewhere in between a state of sleep and wakefulness, my mind drifted back to events of the previous night as my hand slowly drifted under my sheets. A couple more minutes of "reminiscing" and I was forced to grab a sock from the floor beside my bed to avoid an unwanted mess. Provided with a brief respite from my wandering mind, I hauled my tired body out of bed to begin my Saturday. As I stood in the shower less than twenty minutes later however, I found the erotic image of Krista on her hands and knees before me, creeping back into my thoughts as the warm water streamed down my body. It was going to be a long day. After cleaning myself up for the second time that morning, I took a quick trip to the gym. I usually enjoyed working out on Saturday mornings, as the gym was relatively empty. I was having a hard time concentrating however, and decided to make it a short session. For the rest of the day, I contemplated whether or not I should attend Craig's party. On one hand, I couldn't get Krista out of my head. On the other hand, I wasn't sure if it would be wise to spend any more time around her. Especially, since she was most likely to be accompanied by her boyfriend. Not only was Sam a good friend of mine, but we shared the same circle of acquaintances. If our dirty little secret was to get out, things had the prospect of getting very, very ugly. I actually would have felt worse if not for the fact that Sam was perhaps the worst boyfriend in the world. In the end, I decided to go to the party. I tried to convince myself that my decision was based on the fact that I had no other plans for the night, but deep down I knew the real reason. I had to see her again. My friend Craig rented a fairly large house in my neighbourhood, and was known for throwing parties. With a revolving door of numerous different roommates, it had become a frat-house type environment complete with pool table, fooze ball, and the unmistakable odour of beer stained carpets and furniture. I would never choose to live there, but as far as party locales go, you couldn't ask for better house. After making a quick trip to the liquor store, I headed to Craig's place. From the sound of things, I could tell the party was in full swing when I arrived. I was both relieved and disappointed when I saw neither Sam's nor Krista's car on the street outside. I walked in and made myself a drink before making the usual rounds to say 'hi' to my friends. As other guests continue to filter in, I found myself continually glancing to the door in secret expectation of her arrival. When the main floor started to become crowded, I headed down to the basement to play Craig in a game of darts. After losing badly, I was about to challenge for a rematch, when I turned to see Sam walking down the stairs. "There you are!" he called out, walking towards me with a beer bottle in his hand. At first my heart skipped a beat as he walked up, but the pleasant expression on his face soon put me at ease. "Hey man," he greeted with a friendly slap on the shoulder. "Thanks for helping out last night. I was fucked up!" "No problem," I said with half a smile. "I'm actually surprised to see you drinking tonight. I wouldn't think..." "Yeah," he piped in, cutting me off. "I still feel pretty shitty. I think I'm going to be taking it easy tonight." "Good plan," I agreed, watching the doorway for any sign of Sam's girlfriend. "Where's Krista?" I tried not to sound too interested when I asked the question. "Oh she's here," Sam answered casually. "She just went to put her vodka in the freezer." I nodded as I struggled to withhold my smile of relief. Craig, Sam and I stood around conversing for the next few minutes as I began to take larger drinks from the plastic cup in my hand. A moment later, Krista walked down the stairs and headed over towards us. She was wearing a pair of black tights that seem to be the trend these days, with a tight fitting blue top coming down just over her hips. I usually found most fashion trends ridiculous, but this was one that I found irresistible. The length of the top gave the appearance of an extremely short mini-dress that most girls would never feel comfortable wearing. The presence of the tights however, gave them the self assurance of being fully clothed while still maintaining the visual qualities of a much more provocative outfit. Krista's dirty blonde hair was tied back in a playful pony tail, allowing an unfettered view of her rounded face and beaming smile. She was wearing the same silver hoop earrings as the night before, swinging to and fro as she sauntered towards us. Her crystal blue eyes seemed brighter than usual, emphasised by the liberal application of dark eyeliner, which I also found irresistible. She cast me a deliberate smile as she approached, before turning to great Craig with a friendly hug. "Hi Damon," she said casually, joining our small circle with a plastic cup in her hand. "Thanks so much for last night." I froze for a brief instant before she spoke again. "For helping with Sam," she clarified, relieving my brief moment of terror as the corner of her lip curled up into a restrained but teasing smile. "My pleasure," I said, maintaining an emotionless expression as raised her glass to her lips to hide her emerging smile. I could see her eyes locked on mine as she drank. It seemed that Krista was having much more fun with the situation than I was. The four of us stood around talking and drinking as party grew around us. While Krista was acting completely normal, I had to stop myself from staring continuously at her throughout the conversation. As I stole repeated glances of her beautiful visage while she talked, all I could think about were those soft, pink lips kissing every inch of my body. "Well, I think I need another drink," I proclaimed after downing the last of my vodka tonic. "I'll see you guys in a bit." "Just a sec," Krista blurted out before guzzling down the rest of her drink as well. "I need another as well." "Grab me one too, would ya," Sam suggested to his girlfriend as we headed to the kitchen. Krista nodded and hurried off behind me. "You okay?" she asked, catching up to me at the top of the stairs. "You seem kind of...quiet tonight." "Yeah, I'm fine," I answered softly, glancing around to make sure nobody we knew was within hearing distance. "It's just a little...awkward, trying to act like nothing happened." "Oh?" she said with interest as her face took on an expression of mock confusion. "And what happened? I don't remember?" "Shut up," I replied, laughing at her light hearted manner as I waved off her obviously jestful question. "Oh wait," she continued, standing behind me as I opened the freezer door to retrieve my vodka. "I remember..." I pretended to ignore her as I stood at the counter, fixing myself a drink. Suddenly I felt her warm breath in my ear as she moved closer and whispered. "I remember...sliding my tongue into that cute little ass of yours..." I swallowed hard as my dick jumped in my pants at the tantalizing sound of her soft voice. I tried to remain unaffected as I poured my drink with shaking hands. Krista let out a giggle and spun around to lean back against the counter as she smiled at my apparent discomfort. "So am I going to get another birthday present tonight?" she asked, blatantly as I tried to avoid eye contact with her enticing blue orbs. "I don't see how that can happen," I answered back with a sceptical tone, squeezing a bit of lime juice into my drink. "Oh don't be so sure," she countered, gradually inching closer along the counter. "Where there's a will...there's a way." As she moved into my line of sight, I became drawn to her sexy smile as she studied my face with amorous interest. "Is that a vodka tonic?" she asked suddenly, glancing down at the drink I had just prepared. "Uh...," I stammered, taken aback by her sudden shift. "Yeah, it is." "Hmm," she hummed, grabbing the plastic cup and taking a drink. "Thanks." With that, she flashed me a smile and took off out of the kitchen with my drink in hand. I just smiled and shook my head as I began to make myself another. I wandered around the main floor for a while before stepping out onto the patio where a large number of party-goers had congregated. I made conversation with a few people but soon found myself drawn back downstairs. Entering the spacious basement once again, I called the next game of pool before joining Craig and Sam in a conversation about the upcoming Olympics. As we talked, I noticed Krista across the room engaged in her own discussion with Craig's girlfriend Amy. I could tell by her mannerisms, that she was starting to become slightly intoxicated. Over the next few minutes we exchanged several glances that only increased my growing desire. As out stares became longer and more involved I found myself forced to turn my back to her to avoid detection. I wasn't worried about Sam and Craig, as they tended to be quite clueless, but Amy was another matter. Girls tended to be more adept at picking up on the subtle communication between people and the last thing I wanted was to bring a third party in on our little secret. "Hey baby, can you hold this for me," Krista asked in a cute babyish voice, handing her drink to her boyfriend as she walked past. "I have to go pee." Sam seemed annoyed his girlfriend's request, but complied nonetheless. Krista gave me a strange look before skipping off towards the bathroom. "Jesus," Sam exclaimed with a shake of his head. "She's been acting so weird all day." "Oh yeah?" I asked with restrained interest. "How so?" "I don't know...She just been really...happy." "And...," I coughed as I pulled the cup from my sputtering mouth. "...you find that weird?" "Well, yeah. Kind of...," he continued, taking sips from his beer. "I thought she'd be pissed after I ruined her birthday yesterday...but she's been ridiculously happy all day." I took a drink to hide my smile. A little while later I felt my pocket vibrating, and reached in to retrieve my cell phone. I didn't recognize the number displayed so I flipped it open and stepped away from the others to check the message. 'Thanks for last night' the message read, with an attached image file. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that Krista was texting me from the bathroom. I took a deep breath and opened the attached picture. Although I couldn't see myself at that moment, I'm sure my eyes went wide with surprise when I first laid eyes on the image, which consisted of a lewd close-up of what I could only assume was Krista's ass. One of her cheeks was pulled wide, displaying a perfect view of her tiny pink hole as well as the top of her perfectly shaved pussy. I immediately felt my dick swell with arousal as I stared dumfounded at the small screen. "Whoa! Is that what I think it is?" Startled by the sound of Sam's excited voice, I snapped the phone shut as he reached for it over my shoulder. "Let me see," he ordered, grasping frantically as I scrambled to keep it just out of reach. "Who sent you that?" "Uhhh...some girl just sent it to me," I stuttered, pushing his eager hands away. "What is it?" Craig asked, interested by Sam's excited behaviour. "N...nothing," I muttered, trying to avoid any unwanted attention. "It's...just a picture." "A picture of some chick's pussy!" Sam howled, as the commotion began to attract the attention of others in the room. "And ass. It's like...porno style!" "Some girl sent you a picture of her ass?" Amy asked with obvious disgust? "Y...yeah, I guess," I answered, stuffing the phone into my pocket. "It's...it's from some girl I met a while ago. It's nothing." "Didn't look like nothing," Sam replied with a smile and a shake of his head. "What kind of slut sends a pic like that?" "What's going on?" Krista asked, walking back into the room with a naive expression on her face. "Some slutty girl just sent Damon a picture of her pussy!" Sam exclaimed, still excited by the whole thing. "Really?" she asked, staring right into my eyes. "What a whore." I took a deep breath and then took a long drink, silently hoping for the situation to die down. I noticed Krista smiling subtly with amusement. "Geez, man," Sam continued. "If she sent you a pic like that, then she must be crazy in bed! You should hold onto that one for as long as you can. Sounds like she's right up your alley." I raised my eyebrows in acknowledgement as I continued to drink in order to hide my growing embarrassment. "Yeah Damon," Krista agreed, raising her cup in the air as she walked by. "Hold onto that one. She seems like a real dirty slut." As the group dispersed throughout the party, I found myself amazed at Krista's behaviour. I couldn't believe she was being so cavalier with a situation that I was growing increasingly uncomfortable with. However, her blatant sexual advances were also stoking the fires of my arousal to a level that I was finding almost unbearable. In addition, the constant flow of vodka was doing little to blunt my growing lust. Over the next hour, I made the rounds through the party, purposely avoiding Krista and Sam, although I found it impossible to get her out of my mind. I even took a few trips to the bathroom in order to grab a private viewing of the text message she had sent me before deleting it in order to rid myself of the evidence. I played a game of pool before heading back up to the main level and taking a seat in the living room. I was lounging back on the sofa chatting with a girl I had just met, when I noticed Krista strolling into the room. I kept my sight averted, but out of the corner of my eye I noticed her take a seat on a sofa that had been pushed up against the wall on the opposite side of the room. There were numerous people standing in the middle of the room, obstructing my view, but every once in a while I could catch a glimpse of her smiling face through the crowd. A few times I even caught her flashing me a sexy smile as I attempted to hold my conversation with the girl beside me. When I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket once again, I immediately knew it was Krista. Flipping the phone open, I braced myself for another filthy image, but found only a simple text message. 'I want to taste your ass.' I felt my dick twitch as I read the simple sentence with an emotionless expression. Slowly I raised my head to see her smiling back at me with contentment from across the room. Krista then raised her hand, making a small circle with her thumb and index finger before flicking her tongue out in an explicitly obscene gesture. I smiled back and shook my head as she giggled in response. I didn't know how much more I could take. As the room grew more crowded and several people began a boisterous game of Guitar Hero, I took my leave, feeling the pressing need to go to the bathroom. I went to one bathroom, then another, finding a lengthy lineup at each one. Unable to wait, and cursing my diminutive bladder, I was considering going outside to relieve myself when I remembered that there was another small bathroom upstairs. Craig didn't like people using his personal bathroom, but I figured it would be okay for the time being. Scampering up the stairs with growing urgency, I made my way to the third floor and into Craig's room. I was relieved to find his room unlocked, so I opened the door and slipped inside before rushing into the adjoining bathroom and closing the door behind me. After relieving myself, I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. For a brief moment, I considered answering Krista's dirty text message with one of my own, but soon thought better of the idea. I checked myself out in the mirror one more time before unlocking the door and pushing it open. "Hi there." I almost jumped from surprise when I stepped out into the room to find Krista standing before me with an irresistibly sexy look in her sparkling azure eyes. Before I could say a word, she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back into the tiny bathroom, shutting the door behind us. "Did you like the picture I sent you?" she asked with a smile as she stepped closer. "I definitely liked it," I answered, feeling my heart begin to race as I stared into her enamouring, blue eyes. "Don't you think we should cool it though? I mean at least when Sam's..." "Turn around," she ordered, cutting off my rambling suggestions with a firm statement and a look of unrestrained lust. I hesitated for a moment as her soft, playful features seemed to melt away in the wake of a sexual intense stare that seemed to freeze me in place. "I said..." Krista reiterated, reaching up with both hands and placing them on my shoulders before forcefully spinning me around. "...turn around." Her forcefulness both intimidated and aroused me as she pressed her body into mine from behind and gently bit my ear lobe. "You know..." she began, speaking in a raspy, sordid whisper. "I've been thinking about you all...day...long." As I felt her warm breath on my neck, her hand reached down graze over the front of my pants, making my dick tingle with anticipation of her evasive touch. "Oh yeah?" I asked as my heart beat increased, becoming almost audible in the silence of the tiny room. "And just what have you been thinking about?" "Mmmm," she purred, pressing her soft lips into my neck as her slender fingers popped open the top button on my jeans. "Licking every part of you..." As she spoke, I felt the slight sticky sensation from her shimmering lip gloss on the naked skin of my neck as I heard my zipper unfasten and my flye fall open. "Tasting you," she continued in a quiet, sensual tone. "Your dick...your balls...your cum...your asssss," As Krista hissed that last word into my ear, I moaned with delight as she dropped to her knees behind me and yanked my pants and underwear down to the floor with one pull. I braced myself with both hands on the sink and stared into the mirror in front of me as I felt her delicate hands pushing my cheeks apart and her hot breath washing over the sensitive skin of my exposed backside. "This is so fucking bad," I gasped as I felt Krista's lips pressing right into my asshole as she forced her face into me. "Mmmhmm," she moaned in agreement, sending pleasurable vibrations through my body as her little wet tongue slipped out to lap at my ass with hungry, enthusiastic licks. I could feel my cock throbbing as she stabbed my hole with her talented tongue, piercing the tight little opening as my hands clutched the edge of the counter in an adamantine grip. I even pushed my ass back into her face, eliciting a warm moan of approval as she welcomed the feeling of her thrusting tongue being forced into my body. "Oh my god!" I gasped, struggling to keep quiet as my friend's girlfriend pushed her tongue deep into my asshole as the tight opening clenched around her, massaging the wriggling, wet appendage with unbridled contractions. Krista's hand soon found my swollen shaft and she wrapped her hand around it while she prodded my ass with lust-driven, desperate stabs. Her talented tongue flicked at the back of my balls before gliding up the entire length of my perineum, painting my asshole with warm lines of sexy spittle. As she moaned into my ass, I could hear the clamour of the party continuing nearby, taking my excitement to new heights and I threw my head back in ecstasy. Birthday Girl Ch. 02 "Mmmm, I feel so dirty!" Krista exclaimed, pumping my cock with consistent movements of her smalls hand as she lapped at my asshole with frantic, wet licks. "I fucking love it!" I moaned in agreement as she planted a deep, sensual kiss on my hole and brought her other hand up grasp at my tightened balls. "Do you like this?" she asked, her hand stroking my dick with rapid pumps of her fist. "You like having a dirty little slut on her knees licking your ass?" "Yes," I panted as she jammed her tongue back into my asshole, fucking me with short, quick thrusts as her head bobbed back and forth. "Call me that," she gasped, in between forceful, wet strokes. "I want to hear you call me your dirty little whore while I tongue-fuck your ass...just like Sam said, when he saw my picture on your phone." My breaths were coming quick and shallow as the sensation began to overtake me. "You're my dirty little slut!" I groaned as my ass clenched around her tongue. "You're a filthy little asslicking whore! That's it...lick it...lick my asssssssssss...ugh...fuckkkkkkk." It wasn't my words that sent me over the edge, but Krista's response to my words, as she seemed to grow more enthused with each syllable I spoke. My balls tightened and my hips bucked as she found her little wet tongue forced out by my clenching ass. Her tongue wriggled with desperation against my tightly closed hole as her pumping hand sent several thick, gooey strands of hot white cum lashing out against the front of the sink. As I remained standing there, braced on shaking arms, I glanced down to see the creamy fluid, slowly running down the glass door in thin, translucent lines. Pushing me out of the way, Krista crawled forward and extended her tongue to catch one of the descending streams of cum as I stumbled back in amazement. She then lifted her head, as her outstretched tongue glided easily up the smooth surface to collect as much of my fluid as possible before swallowing it down her hungry throat. As she licked her lips, a satisfied smile crossed her face and she looked up me from her knees as I just stared with obscene admiration. Before I could say a word however, a startling knock came from the bathroom door. "Hey, who's in there?" Craig's voice called out from behind the door. Krista's eyes went wide with fright as we both froze for a moment. "Uhhh...hey man, it's just me," I called back, turning the faucet on to cover any other noise. "Sorry. I thought I was going to be sick so I came in here. The other bathrooms were taken." "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I think so," I answered. "I just need a minute or two." "Alright. No problem. If you throw up all over the place though, you're cleaning it up." We both breathed a sigh of relief as I shuffled over to the door with my pants still around my ankles to listen as Craig walked away. "That was close," I said, wiping my brow as Krista smiled and stood up to her feet. "We'd better get out of here before someone else comes in." "Okay," she said reluctantly, casting me a pouty expression. "But I'm not finished with you yet..." She leaned and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth before I could respond. As she pulled back smiling, she reached for the doorknob as I frantically pulled my pants back up. "See you later," Krista said with a naughty smile as she opened the door and slipped out, leaving me with my pants around my knees and the taste of my own cum in my mouth. I shook my head in amazement as I closed the door and began to straighten myself up. I could hardly believe what had just transpired. It was as if my filthiest fantasy had just come true...and the night was still young. I would have thought that my recent energy draining orgasm would have dampened my libido, but as I slipped out of the bathroom and rejoined the party, I found myself more aroused than before. Walking into the kitchen to fix myself another drink, I noticed Sam in the living room. He was seated on the couch with Krista perched on the end beside him, her arm resting easily on his shoulder. We exchanged a brief, knowing glance before I proceeded on my way. After getting a new drink, I wandered back towards the living room but Krista was nowhere to be seen. I did however, catch a glimpse of Sam standing out on the patio. He was by himself, appearing to be texting someone with his phone with a large grin on his face. I made my way back down to the basement where I found Krista playing a game of pool with Amy. I struck up a conversation with a couple guys I knew, positioning myself so I had a clear view of the pool table as I chatted half-heartedly. Krista soon noticed me standing there, and flashed me an enticing smile before turning back to her game. This little routine continued every time Amy took her turn, with Krista gradually growing bolder, even going so far as to lick her lips while staring directly at me. I leaned against the wall with a smug expression on my face, barely contributing to the conversation I was supposed to be taking part in. As Amy became transfixed on her next shot, Krista stood behind her, looking right at me as held the pool cue upright with butt end resting on the floor. She then smiled and flicked her tongue out, running it up the thin wooden shaft in a provocative manner as I shifted uneasily where I stood. When it came time for Krista's next shot, she moved around to the end of the table with her back facing my direction. My eyes immediately locked on her sexy form, admiring her tantalizing curves, exemplified by her tight fitting outfit. As she stood viewing the table, one of her hands discretely slipped to her lower back and she casually pulled her thin blue top up to expose the entirety of her luscious, round ass. Her black tights clung to every inch of her backside like a second skin, outlining the perfectly round shape of her ass with agonizing accuracy. With obviously deliberate slowness, she then arched her back and bent over the table to take her shot as my heart skipped a beat. As she took her sweet time lining up her shot, I was treated to an arousing visual as she remained in the provocative position long enough for the blood to begin rushing back into my cock. Through the thin material, I could even make out the outline of her pussy between her legs as she took her shot. After she had finished, Krista remained in the suggestive position for a few more seconds, as I imprinted the sexy sight firmly on my mind. Keen to return the favour that she had imparted upon me earlier that evening, I began to search for an isolated locale that could adequately serve the purpose. With the house full of people however, that task was proving to be a difficult one. Then I found one. Flipping open my cell phone, I sent Krista a short text message before slipping discretely out the basement door. Craig's house had an indoor garage, although he rarely used it for anything besides storage space. At the current time however, it was home to an old minivan that he had purchased in preparation for an upcoming road trip we had had planned. Navigating my way through the stacks of boxes and old sports equipment that scattered the cluttered garage, I worked my way around to the far side of the minivan where I waited impatiently as my heart raced with anticipation. A few minutes later the basement door opened and I saw Krista stepping cautiously into the large room. "Damon?" she whispered as she stepped carefully over an inconveniently placed box. "Are you in here?" I smiled to myself but remained silent, watching her through the windows of the minivan. My eyes had adjusted to the dim light, but Krista was struggling to see anything as she gradually made her way around the perimeter of the garage. I stepped back behind a dusty old set of shelves to put myself out of sight as she came closer. "Daaaamon," she called out softly, her voice taking on a whimsically playful tone. "Eeeeeayaa!" Krista let out a started shriek as I stepped out from behind the shelves and grabbed her from behind, pressing her up against the side of the minivan. My dick was hard and throbbing with anticipation as it pressed firmly into her soft, round ass and I reached up to grab hold of her bouncing ponytail as I hissed into her ear. "Hello there." As her initial startled reaction wore off, Krista let out a pleasurable moan as she pushed back into my firmly pressing hips. "Did you like my little show?" she asked as my lips touched the smooth, bare skin of her neck. "You were driving me crazy," I replied, holding one of her arms pinned against the van as my other hand roamed her body, groping like a horny teenager. "Mmmm, that was the point." "To tease me until I couldn't take any more?" I asked, pawing at her heated pussy through the thin black leggings. "Oh, I wasn't teasing," she countered, closing her eyes with pleasure. "You know you can do whatever you want to me." I smiled at the prospect and immediately dropped to my knees, pushing her top up over her hips and pulled her tights down with unrestrained desperation. Krista moaned quietly as the thin black material slipped down over the smooth flesh of her ass and I pushed it down her legs. She spread her legs as best she could, stretching the fabric between her knees as she arched her back and lewdly presented her ass to my ravenous tongue. I reached up and slid two fingers into her moist pussy which was already dripping with wetness, as I nestled my eager face in between lusciously, soft cheeks. I felt the moisture of her hot little hole increase around my fingers as her aroused juices dripped down my hand. Locating her tiny asshole with my mouth, I attacked it with my tongue, eager to return the favour she had bestowed on me earlier that night. Krista purred blissfully as she pushed her ass back into my face, eager to sheath my probing tongue with her hungry asshole as I wriggled my fingers deeper into her dripping wet pussy. Sliding my fingers from her hot hole, I sucked them clean before forcefully thrusting them back inside her as my tongue relentlessly lavished her tiny ring with a series of lust-driven wet licks. "Fuck yes," she gasped, clawing at my hair with her grasping hand as my nimble wet tongue slipped deep into the confines of her clenching asshole. "You're going to make me fucking cum!" I added another finger, forcing all three up into her wet slit as my knuckles pushed aggressively into her convulsing pussy walls. Her fist tightened around a handful of my hair, clutching painfully as her body began to shudder and shake. I tongue-fucked her ass with relentless vigour until she let out a violent moan through tightly closed lips and her hips bucked with ecstatic pleasure against my face. "I want your fucking cock inside me," Krista panted lustfully as she stood weak on trembling knees above me. I rose to my feet and she immediately spun around to face me, grabbing my wet fingers and pulling them to her mouth. I smiled as her gorgeous lips sucked her juices from my hand before pulling me to her and kissing my tired mouth with her pussy flavoured tongue. I reached over and tested the door handle on the van, pleased to find it unlocked. "In here," I urged, sliding the door open as Krista turned and scrambled into the back seat. I quickly followed, closing the door behind me before struggling to remove my clothes in the confined space. "I want you in my pussy first," she whispered, kicking her tights aside and leaning back on the bench-like seat as she spread her legs. I smiled in response and moved into position, lying down atop her waiting body as I eased my throbbing cock into her impossibly wet hole. "Oooh, yeah," she purred, pulling into her and drawing my dick deep into her dripping pussy by pulling forcefully on my ass. "That's it. Fuck my wet little cunt. Get your cock nice and wet so you can shove it right up my asshole." "I love hearing you talk like that," I moaned truthfully, gyrating my hips into hers as my dick filled her eager hole. "Oh yeah?" she said with playful smirk as she licked her finger and reached down my back. "Then you'll love to hear me tell you how wet my pussy was when I was on my knees, eating your ass." "You really like doing that don't you?" "Yessss," she hissed emphatically as she slipped her wet finger down between my ass cheeks. "I was thinking about it all day." I began grinding my pelvis into hers as I felt her little wet finger stroking over my asshole. I moaned in encouragement and pressed my heaving torso against hers, feeling her supple breasts squishing up against my chest as I nibbled at her neck. "It makes me feel so...," Krista continued as she pushed her fingertip into my ass. "...dirty." I could feel my tight little hole stretching around her slender finger as she wiggled her way inside me. My slow deliberate grinding turned to short, rapid thrusts as the heavenly wetness of her pussy enveloped my sinking cock. Her eyes closed in ecstatic concentration as I took a moment to stare into her face. It was a face that could have been at home on the cover of some teen magazine, but less than an hour earlier, it had been pressed obscenely into my ass. "Mmmm, you are dirty," I whispered into her ear as my hips rose and fell with rhythmic certainty. "Do you like dirty girls?" she asked, her beautiful visage taking on child-like innocence as she pursed her lips together into a playful pout. "Yes," I answered bluntly as I drove into her with lustful conviction, causing her writhing body to slide along the seat. "And do you know what this dirty little girl wants now?" she asked, her middle finger pumping in and out of my ass. "What?" I asked with a smile, although I knew what her response would be. "I want you to bend me over and fuck my ass." Rising up to my knees, I pulled my dick from Krista's wet hole as she flipped over onto her hands and knees. Her ass was glistening wet from her dripping pussy, as was my throbbing shaft. The positioning was somewhat awkward and I was forced to place one foot on the floor of the van for stability as she backed her ass up against me. I gave one more nervous glance around before turning my attention back to Krista's enticing backside, gripping my wet shaft with anticipation. "Come on," she pleaded urgently, reaching back to pull one of her cheeks aside as she granted me access to her tiny hole. She moaned as soon as my swollen head touched her exposed asshole, slipping down her crack before I managed to work it past her tight muscular ring. As my mushroom-shaped head disappeared inside her clutching grasp, I removed my guiding hand let her luscious ass sink back on my glistening wet shaft. Krista purred with contentment as her hungry little butt swallowed up every inch of my pole, stretching around my throbbing girth until my balls came to rest against her dewy pussy lips. "Mmmm," she sighed as she wiggled her ass back as far as she could down my dick. "That's what I like." I placed a hand lightly on her lower back as began to draw my cock back out of her grasping asshole, before pushing back in to the hilt. She hissed an order for me to go harder and I was happy to comply with a few short, hard thrusts. Krista moaned with each one as the force of my strokes drove her hips downwards into the seat. She tried to push back but as I sank down into the delicious depths of her wanton asshole, I pinned her to the seat as I wrapped my fingers tightly around her little blonde ponytail. "Yessss," she growled in appreciation of my increased aggression. I felt every inch of her body writhing in ecstasy as I pressed my body against hers, my cock buried deeply in her impossibly tight hole. As the volume of her moaning grew to alarming levels, I clamped a hand around her mouth before grinding my hips into her supple ass as my dick pumped up and down in her tempting hole. After one particularly hard thrust, Krista howled into my palm, her voice muffled by my hand. "Where do you want me to cum?" I asked, feeling my dick pulsing within her hot little orifice. "Mmmm, in my ass please," she panted in desperation. "I want it inside me." Her asshole clutched my shaft as I pumped my hips with unrestrained fury, using her tight ring to jerk myself off as I pinned her body beneath me. "I want it deep in my asshole," Krista continued as I increased my speed to a staggeringly ferocious level. "I want to feel it inside me all night." I closed my eyes and continued fucking her ass with savage strokes as her filthy verbalizations provoked me unsurpassed levels of carnal desire. "I want to feel your cum in my asshole when I'm lying in bed with my boyfriend later tonight." "Oh fuck," I gasped, feeling the welcomed sensation of an impending orgasm. "Fuck it! Fuck that slutty little ass! I want you to take it. Own my ass. It's yours. " I gritted my teeth and with one final thrust, pushed deep into Krista's hungry hole. I felt my dick swell and pulse as it unloaded a copious amount of hot cum inside her, finally soothing her impassioned desires with a flood of creamy white fluid. I panted with exhaustion as I remained laying atop her satiated body, my dick still firmly sheathed in her gripping tunnel. "We should get back to the party," I suggested, post-orgasmic bliss slowly giving way to anxious worry. "In a minute," she pleaded, wiggling her ass around my rapidly wilting cock, basking in the lurid pleasure of a freshly fucked, cum laden asshole. "Let's just lay here for a while." I tried to accommodate her reasonable request, but my nerves soon got the best of me as I began to feel extremely exposed. My slippery, flaccid dick easily slid free from her clenching hole as I pushed myself off her prone body. "You know what?" I said, glancing at my watch. "It's past twelve. It's no longer your birthday." Krista rolled onto her side and smiled up at me. "And when's your birthday?" To be continued.... Birthday Girl Ch. 02 Hey guys, Thank you for the positive response and all the encouraging comments, it's the reason I am attempting to continue this story. I am still a beginner, so constructive criticism is always welcome. As usual, work of fiction... resemblance to any living... purely coincidental...blah blah blah. Enjoy. ************* As soon as we stepped in the music enveloped us like a blanket, and not a warm cozy blanket, but the really hot stifling ones that you just want to kick off in the middle of the night. Shit... Shit, shit, shit, shit. What the hell was I thinking? Was I out of my mind? What in god's name possessed me to take her for a drink? I was happy to be able to tie my shoe laces in the morning without screwing up, and now I was going to try and hold a conversation with this beautiful creature? I needed booze. Fast. I knew I had to get some liquid courage or this was going to be a disaster. Not too much though, that wouldn't do me much good either. I glanced at the damsel by my side and she didn't seem to have noticed my silent freak-out and was content with following my lead. I looked at the main bar and confirmed my earlier assumption. Even a ninja couldn't get a drink from there right now. Fortunately the main bar wasn't my destination. No way was I going to spend my time with her in that mayhem. As much as I was dreading it, I wanted to talk to her. What I would say was anyone's guess but I knew I wanted to talk to her. I nudged her and shouted over the noise, "Let's go to the side bar" She couldn't hear me so I pointed towards the other side of the floor and mouthed "siiiideeee baaaarr." Understanding, she nodded enthusiastically, like she wanted out of the noise as well. I took the long way around, avoiding the crowd so we wouldn't get separated. I had been keenly aware of her presence beside me since we had entered. I felt every brush of our elbows and every touch magnified as we wound our way through the bustle. At one point we had to squeeze together to pass a tight spot and I got a slight whiff of her perfume. It was kind of flowery but very pleasant and applied just right so that it was just light enough to be enticing without overwhelming the senses. Classy. I knew women who dabbed so much of it on you wouldn't be faulted to think they'd showered in the damn thing. The hell you trying to attract? Godzilla? The music finally started letting up as we edged away from the dance floor and the crowd was thinning. As we were approaching the side exit I looked to my right and saw Nick three tables over. Drat. He had a different audience from earlier and glanced at me once before returning his gaze to the man he was talking to. The very next second his head snapped back in my direction with a look of utter disbelief. His mouth was open and he kept looking at me then the girl, eyebrows furrowed. The man he was with was confused and started looking around to see what had got him so shocked and I could see him asking what was wrong. Nick looked back at him, then at me, then lifted a hand in my direction and tried to from a response but failed miserably. He abandoned the lost cause and directed his full attention towards me. He tried as if to come in my direction but hesitated. I bobbed my head and gave him the "Ooooh Yeah..." look making sure my companion couldn't see it. It seemed he finally made up his mind as he composed himself, excused himself from the prospective client and disappeared into the crowd in the direction of the dance floor. Double drat. I knew where he was going. Rat bastard. We finally reached the exit and stepped out into the cool air. I took in the scene, drew a deep breath and smiled. This might be the only redeeming aspect of this club. It was situated on the western side of the city which was considerably higher than the rest and as such it offered a spectacular view of the skyline which was glittering with countless stars right now. The club was built on a cliff edge and this portion was an overhang with a steep drop into wild brush. Down below the entire city was a giant spider web of twinkling lights. The music dulled to a low throb as the door swung closed. The air was bordering on chilly with a slight breeze and there were a few patrons scattered around. I directed her towards the railing to a high table with two stools. Her dress hiked up to just above her knees. Never in my life would I have thought knees could be pretty but I was proved wrong. This girl had gorgeous knees. I admired her calves as she perched on top of her stool. They were smooth and accentuated by the heels she wore. My fingers twitched with the urge to run them over the smooth skin before I snapped back to attention. I didn't need that trail of thought right now. "So, what'll you have?" I asked before making my way to the bar. She pretended to be surprised, "from what I gathered you had a line of shots ready for me. Are you telling me that was all a lie?" Dammit, I had to pick a witty one. "Twenty five shots of tequila coming right up!" I countered as I turned to walk to the bar. I heard her laugh as she called after me, "All right, all right. Get me a Screwdriver please." I gave her a nod, "Will do." The reason this bar wasn't crawling with half-drunks was that it wasn't a full bar with the full range of goodies. Sure you could get a few cocktails and beers, but for the good stuff you'd have to go to the main bar inside. Screw the good stuff, I was happy right where I was. I caught the attention of the bartender after a few moments and got a screwdriver for her and a beer for myself. I needed the booze but I'd have to watch my alcohol intake too. I usually get a little too excited when I get tipsy. Nothing harmful but to someone who didn't know me... Let's just say I take a little while to get used to. It was a delicate balance, a fine line between a lovable fool and a complete idiot. I walked back with the drinks and saw her watching me. There was a gentle breeze blowing and it was playfully tugging her hair to one side. She lifted her hand and tucked the errant strands behind her ear. I shivered involuntarily. If she kept looking at me like that I'd be a puddle of goo in about five seconds flat. I needed a distraction. I set the drinks down and spread my hands, "Ta-Da!" I should drown myself. She pursed her lips to stop a laugh from escaping. "That's a good boy, who's a good boy, who wants a Scooby snack?" she cooed as if she was talking to a pup that had fetched a ball. "Ok, I deserved that," I said, feeling myself going red in the face. Must activate fire-wall. I tipped my drink at her and she did the same as we both took a sip. My mind was running full speed as I dissected the facts. Pretty, witty, confident, friendly and an amazing sense of humor. Only question now is how long before I monumentally screw up or how long before she reveals herself to be a psycho. I got a picture of her sharpening a butcher's knife as she asked me where I had been all night before I shook my head to clear it. I put the doubts at the back of my head as I decided to make the most of it while it lasted. Something had been bothering me the whole time and I voiced it, "Uhmmm... Are you here alone?" At that her eyes went wide and she cursed under her breath. "Shit, I totally forgot." She fished her phone out and quickly dialed and held it to her ear as she signaled me to give her a minute. I wasn't complaining. The fact that she was at the same table as me was a miracle. She bit her lower lip as she waited for whoever it was to pick up and absently looked at the ceiling. Her feet were crossed on top of the other and she was swinging one foot from the ankle. I could have looked at her the whole night and been content. Finally whoever was on the other side picked up. "Sally! Where are you?" She waited for a response, "yeah I know, I'm sorry, I had to take a call so I went out and ran into Dan." "Yeah god's gift to women Dan." "No, no, I'm alright. He tried but I managed to get away. Someone helped me out," she looked at me and mouthed my hero and playfully batted her eyes. My chest swelled and I could have battled an army of Orcs right there and then. Lemme at 'em, lemme at 'em! "I'm here at the side bar with him... Yes it's a him, geez grow up Sal," she said although with a smile. "Fine, I'll see you in a bit, bye," she cut the call and turned back to me, "My best friend Sally. She's in there dancing," she nodded towards the dance floor. "Do you have to go?" I asked unable to completely hide my disappointment. She smiled, "Not for a bit, she's with her boyfriend so it's not a problem. Besides, I kind of like the present company." I looked around before I realized she was talking about me, "Oh you mean me!" I said before I could stop myself. I was on fire today. She chuckled lightly before saying "Yes silly, you." "I'm sorry, I have this habit of saying things without thinking first." I said. Even her admonishments were appealing. She could call me silly for the rest of my life and I wouldn't have minded. "I noticed. You made me a year older today you know." I hung my head in shame, "Sorry. It just came out. It was either that or your house was on fire. Something told me he wouldn't buy that." "Wise choice." "So..." she said twirling her drink in one hand and half a smile playing on her lips, "no cape, no mask, no underwear over your pants... you should really work on your image if you want to be a vigilante and save damsels in distress." "Do you know how hard it is to find a phone booth these days? Besides, my cape in the men's bathroom, last stall, behind the cistern," I bantered back then leaned in and added, "don't tell anyone though, or else..." She drew a cross over her heart and shook her head slowly. "Does the capeless crusader have a name?" I stood up and bowed, "Your friendly neighborhood super-hero Brian, at your service." I straightened as she was laughing and asked, "and my damsel in distress would be...?" Right then the side door opened, and the sounds of Hardwell came booming in. I was facing the door so I looked up on instinct and saw two people coming through. Crap. The vultures were here. They scanned the crowd before settling on me. Jenna's hands flew to her mouth and her eyes grew wide. It was like she was looking at a penguin in a zoo. She looked at Nick and said something. Nick had that stupid smirk on his face when he replied and I knew he was telling her I told you so. I say this whole concept of best friends should be banned. The world would be a better place without the nuisances. By now the girl, who hadn't replied, noticed my attention was elsewhere. She turned around to where I was looking and then back at me, "Is something wrong?" she asked. The two hyenas had already started making their way towards us. Nick with that confident swagger and Jenna bubbling over with excitement. Even from here I could tell she was tipsy. This was not going to end well. I resigned myself for what I knew was going to follow. "I sincerely apologize for what's about to happen," I said with a sigh. She was visibly concerned now, "Why, what do you mean? What's going to happen?" Just then they reached our table. Jenna was practically bouncing on her feet. "Hi!" Jenna directed towards her with way too much enthusiasm. She stuck her hand out for a shake, "I'm Jenna!" I looked down and shook my head. What had I done to deserve this? My damsel was taken back but recovered and politely shook Jenna's hand, "Uhmmm... Hi," she said still a little confused and looked at me for an explanation. "My friends," I stated dryly. "Jackass" I said pointing at Nick, "and his girlfriend Bimbo," I finished gesturing at Jenna. That earned me a punch on the shoulder. "Shut up," Jenna said and turned back. Nick introduced himself and shook her hand as well. I could tell she was a bit flustered by all the attention and weirdness. I couldn't blame her. Not everyone was blessed with friends like mine. You see I kind of never had a girlfriend. No, girlfriend is too far-fetched, even saying hi to a female I didn't know was a mission. You could say I was a bit shy. Ok, very shy. I took a while to open up, and girls just thought I was boring. The fact that I wasn't a social media freak dint help either. This was the first time I had done anything like this and it was like a miracle for them. I opened my mouth to say something when the door burst open again and a short brunette with curly hair bounded in followed by a tall dude with his hands in his pockets. "No, she told me she was here, I'm sure," the brunette was saying loudly over her shoulder. Damsel apparently recognized the voice because she turned around on her seat and started waving. "Sally! Over here," she beckoned to them. Great. Just great. More people. Was it too much to ask for some alone time with her? Really? Was it? For the first time I had said more than two words to a female I was interested in and the whole world has to come barging in like there was a zombie apocalypse. Ok maybe I'm exaggerating a little but I don't care. Damsel mine, no share. Sally broke into a wide grin as she saw her friend and rushed over. The dude followed at a slower pace. Sally got to the table first and they hugged like they were meeting after a decade. What is it with women and hugging? Go to the bathroom, come back, hug. Go outside, come back in, hug. Turn away, turn back, hug. Why do they even bother parting, just stay locked in an embrace the whole day. The new arrivals introduced themselves. Sally waved at everyone and her boyfriend Bill nodded his head at each of us. It was obvious we weren't going to get any alone time now. Bill and Nick pulled up two stools each and placed them on either side of us so now I was directly opposite my damsel with Bill on my right and Jenna on my left. Great, might as well put her on the other side of the continent while we are at it. "Drinks?" I asked. Two beers, a Cosmopolitan and a Bloody Mary. I wonder why Mary was so bloody, maybe she interrupted someone's one on one too. By the time I got back with the drinks Sally had asked what happened with douchebag and my damsel was recounting the whole story in detail. Dammit, I needed to find out her name, this damsel thing wasn't working for me. Somehow she had wormed her way out of saying her name this whole time. As she reached the part where I got involved she kept throwing looks my way and openly embellishing some of the things I had done. When she finished Sally looked at me, "That was brilliant!" she said. Jenna was looking at me with her mouth open, "You did that? You?" she asked clearly in disbelief. She tested my forehead with the back of her hand to check if I had a fever. "My man," threw in Nick. They were never going to let me live this down. I was squirming in my seat. Being the centre of attention wasn't my cup of tea. "It was nothing, anyone would have done the same," I said, eating half my words. Nick knew I dint being the focus so he stepped in and raised his drink, "To people who do what anyone else would have done!" We all clinked. Bastard. After that the conversation flowed and everyone was talking to everyone. The drinks were flowing too as we would get a round when we were running low and pretty soon we didn't know how many we'd gotten. Whoever said alcohol reduces inhibitions was right. Soon I was in a heated argument with Nick and Bill over which was better, Tuners or Muscles. I had nothing against muscles, I nearly creamed my pants every time I heard a V8 Hemi roar, but I was a Tuner kinda guy. My wet dreams comprised of spooling Turbo's and fluttering Blow-off Valves and aftermarket Intercoolers. Bill thought all tuners were just flashy rims, big spoilers and noisy mufflers. Nick was being a snobby cunt by suggesting neither of our rust buckets could keep up with an LP670 SV. We both told him to shove his Lambo where the sun don't shine. I had no clue what the girls were talking about but it was it seemed pretty intense as well. Jenna was gesturing her arms around animatedly and Sally was up on her stool, although because of her height you couldn't really notice. Even though I was passionately defending my beloved tin cans I kept stealing glances at my damsel and I knew she was doing the same too. A few of the times our eyes would meet and she would always gave me a small smile and once even a wink before Jenna would start waving her hands in her face trying to prove her latest point about heavens knows what. The door flew open as someone came out and the opening melody of the theme song from Turbo Kid was playing. Sally squealed and jumped up and down, "Oh my God, is that Turbo Kid?!" she said grabbing damsels arm and shaking her. Damsel listened for a second before nodding. Wait a minute. She knew Turbo Kid? She actually watched Turbo Kid? No way. Was there no limit to how awesome she could be? I vaguely remembered reading somewhere that tonight was going to be Retro-Night from midnight, which would explain the change from EDM to Le Matos. "We are so going to the dance floor!" screamed Sally and started pulling damsel to the door and waving us over. Never give a girl five red-bulls with vodka. She had the energy of a bulldozer. There was no arguing with her, she would have carried everyone to the floor if need be. Damsel gave me an apologetic look and jerked her head towards the dance floor. Hell No. Over my dead body. I'd rather be stuck by lightning. Twice. Me and dance? I pity the fool who has to endure that. I do. I pity the fool. A drunk camel on roller blades could dance better than me. If I got on that dance floor she would run screaming for the hills. No, I'd just have to politely decline. I'd barely even opened my mouth before Jenna rushed to me and grabbed me, pulling me up. "I love this song too! Let's go!" she said as she put her arms around mine and practically dragged me around the table. Yeah right, she'd even dance to barking dogs right now. Nick had an evil smile plastered on his face. I was so going to get back at these two, if it was the last thing I ever did, I knew I'd have my revenge. I was still going to protest until I saw mystery girl's face and how it had lit up when she saw I was coming. Suddenly I couldn't find it in me to deny that smile. I just couldn't do it. Screw it. I'd dance naked in front of the whole club if it meant keeping her smiling like that. Let's do this. I'd just hop on the spot or something. We found a spot on the dance floor and Jenna released me right next to damsel and headed off to Nick's side. She'd wish she had never been born after I was done with her. I was still plotting revenge as everyone started moving and I quickly tried to figure out what wouldn't look stupid. Sally was already in the groove and Jenna joined her with equal energy. I think damsel sensed my trepidation because she started bobbing her head and pulled simple moves that were easy enough to replicate. I found Retro wasn't as difficult to dance to, it allowed you to be goofy without looking like an ass. I was no Michael Jackson but after a while I got the hang of it enough and actually started enjoying myself. After a few songs I got more daring. I pulled the Egyptian dance which made her laugh. She was a sport about it and copied me though she looked a thousand times better doing it than I did. We must have looked a sight, pulling silly moves on the dance floor. After that I started with the Indian dance. Soon the whole group was pulling idiotic moves. Sally came up with the Russian move with the squat and kicking legs. Bill pulled the robot and Nick started with Macarena. Jenna bobbed her head like Jim Carrey from What is Love. I couldn't remember the last time I had so much fun. Birthday Girl Ch. 02 Through the whole thing damsel was by my side and we even did a few moves together. I twirled her around a couple of times and we bumped hips together and generally just goofed around. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, the DJ dint play any slow songs so there was no chance to dance close to each other. I think it was for the better, it saved me the awkwardness. I didn't want her to go home with her big toe looking like a watermelon. We didn't realize three hours had passed just dancing. Finally Bill looked at his watch and beckoned to get off the floor. We followed him outside still laughing and trying to think of more silly moves. We stopped outside the main entrance and everyone took a moment to recover. I glanced at my phone and was surprised to see it was three in the morning. Never before had I danced for this long nor had I ever enjoyed it this much. "That was a lot of fun guys but it's getting really late and I'm afraid we'll have to leave," Bill said. "I have to drop these two ladies home and it's all the way on the other side of the city." "I can't believe I was doing the Russian squat dance, my thighs are killing me now," Sally said rubbing her legs. Everyone laughed as they recounted their own moves. "Bill's right though, we have brunch with his parents in the morning and I can't show up hung over. But we definitely have to do this again," she said pulling out her phone. The girls exchanged numbers as Nick and I shook hands with Bill, and I asked him where he was parked. "See that red Mustang there?" he pointed on the far side of the parking lot where a blood red GT350 sat gleaming under a street light. Nick and I nodded in awe as he continued, "Yep, the little Honda on the left is mine." We groaned and tried to punch him but he was too quick. "Drive safe dude, and call if there's any problem." Nick told him. After much hugging the girls parted and Sally went and stood by Bill, putting her arm around his waist and leaning her head on his chest. You could tell she was beat. "You guys go ahead, I'll be right there," my damsel told them. "Don't take too long," Sally said with a wink as they turned and walked to the car. Jenna took Nicks arm and started guiding him away towards the entrance. Smart girl. As they went out of sight I turned back to mystery girl. "You know, I still don't know your name," I said scratching the back of my head. "Tsk Tsk," she clicked her tongue, "well, don't expect me to tell you. I'm not going to make it that easy for you. You're going to have to find that out yourself." She said with a cocky grin. "What? How?" I asked. Yeah, real smooth Don Juan. She spread her arms, palms up, "Figure it out, Einstein." I had to smile at that. She could give me a run for my money. I looked down at my feet then back up at her. I wanted to say so much but at the same time I didn't know what to say. I didn't want her to go but didn't know how to make her stay. I knew almost nothing about her and she was going away. I felt so much for her and I'd known her for less than a day. She looked like she was hesitating about something before she made up her mind and held out her hand. "Give me your phone," she said, beckoning with her fingers. I fished out my phone and handed it to her, wondering what she was up to. "I don't normally do this but..." she shrugged as glanced up at me while typing something, "I have a feeling I can trust you." She handed me back my phone then stood before me with her hands behind her back. She then reached up and kissed me lightly on my cheek. I froze as I smelt her delicate perfume when she came close and felt her warm breath on me. My skin tingled where her lips brushed it. In a second she was already pulling away and I clamped my fists to prevent them from shooting forward and stopping her retreat. "Thanks for everything," she said softly. Then she turned around and walked away, her hands still behind her back. I stood there dumbstruck, my hand automatically going to my cheek where she kissed me, staring at her leaving. I was never going to wash my face till the day I died. Say something moron! My brain screamed at me. Something, anything, pipe up Retard! When I finally opened my mouth to say something she was already a good distance away. "Bye!" I shouted. Can someone take a shotgun and please shoot me. Seriously. Just end it. She turned around flashing that dimple and waved, "Bye..." she called out then turned back. I had to be the biggest idiot on the planet. My face should be in the dictionary next to the word idiot. I was a living breathing example. As I headed back in I remembered the phone in my hand and quickly checked what she had done. I laughed quietly when I saw it. She had saved her number in my contacts but what made me laugh was the name she saved it under. Birthday Girl. For the second time that night I was not at all fazed going back into the club. Life was good. Birthday Girl Ch. 03 Hey guys, Once again, thank you for your overwhelmingly positive response, I really appreciate it, it's where I get the courage to continue. All errors that may be present are mine, I have not used an editor as yet, though if you think I need one please let me know and I'll try to find one. As always, creative criticism is most welcome and please don't forget to vote. Anyone not of legal age................. dum dee dum di doo Enjoy! ************************************* "You should totally text her right now," Jenna said as she plopped down beside me on the sofa with a bowl full of popcorn. She was in pajamas that depicted the solar system, dark blue with tiny stars all around and the planets in various locations. Uranus was on her ass. "How old are you again?" I asked bewildered anyone would wear that. "And where did you even get PJ's like that?" "I stole from them from NASA. Got a problem?" she responded with sarcasm. "Are you crazy? You can't text her now man, you have to wait for three days." Nick shouted from the other side of the room. He was bent over the DVD player hooking it to the TV. It was Movie Night. Technically it was Sunday Movie Afternoon but Movie Night had a better ring to it. It was always at Nicks place because he had a huge fifty three inch monster. No, not that monster. Sony LED 3D, whatever acronyms TV's had these days, this TV had them plus more. Couple it to a 7.1 surround sound system, ridiculously comfy couches, and all the snacks you can eat and it was obvious why we hardly went to the theatres any more. This setup put IMAX to shame. "Hey Nick, the 90's called, they want their idiot back," Jenna said throwing a popcorn at the back of his head. "Brian don't listen to him, no one follows that crap anymore, and besides, she gave you her number." She insisted as if that settled the whole matter. It was the day after the meet and these two, specifically Jenna, had spent most of it extracting every minute detail about last night. Unfortunately I could not answer all her questions. For the life of me I couldn't remember if she placed her glass next to mine or not. Who even notices these things? Men was the response I got. "Dude, trust me, you don't want to come across as desperate. This might be your one and only chance, you can't screw it up. " Nick said as he stood up, the DVD finally hooked up, then turned to Jenna, "it took him twenty seven years to work up the courage to talk to a girl, we can't afford to wait another twenty seven if this doesn't work out." Jenna nodded, "You do have a point....." "Thanks for the vote of confidence guys, what would I ever do without you," I said with sarcasm dripping from my voice. "Aaaaawww don't worry Bry, we have a room set aside just for you in case you end up old and alone." said Jenna rubbing my arm. "And if you remember, even I texted Jenna after three days," Nick said with authority. "Yeah, and I'd almost forgotten who you were jackass." Jenna shot at him. Nick had had enough of her smart mouth and pounced on her, grabbing both her hands in one of his and tickling her with the other. "Forgot me huh? Let's see you forget this now! Muhahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Jenna squealed and writhed under him trying to get away but he was too strong and kept up the attack. She was almost out of breath with tears in her eyes when suddenly Nick let her go and slumped to the floor. After a few seconds is when I noticed he was actually holding his groin with both hands and slowly rocking to and fro. Ouch........... I started laughing my ass off. Serve him right. Serve them both right for torturing me. Still panting, Jenna slid down next to him and put her arms around him. "Shit I'm so sorry honey, I swear it was a mistake, you know I'd never do that on purpose," she said rubbing his back. Nick could only nod. "If you want, later, I will kiss it better-" "Whoa whoa whoa, hold up there, no no no, too much info guys, I did not want to hear that" I shouted as I got off the couch with my hands up, my laughter cut off abruptly. That got a muffled chuckle out of Nick as Jenna looked up at me, "How old are you again?" she threw my own line back at me. "Not old enough to hear that!" I retorted. "It's bad enough hearing you guys going at it like rabbits, now you gotta describe it as well?" I added, referring to the time we had gone for a trip and our rooms were adjacent and the walls were really thin. Jenna's ears went red as she said sheepishly "We apologized for that, it was our first anniversary, excitement and all...." "The receptionist three floors down thought there was an exorcism going on, you kept screaming Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" I mimicked her. We stared at each other for about five seconds before we burst out laughing. I tripped over the couch and fell down and soon all three of us were rolling around laughing, Nick still holding on to his balls. The laughter finally subsided after five minutes. We climbed up on the couch, Nick and I on either end and Jenna in the middle with the remote. It was her turn to choose the movie and we groaned as the title came up. Inside Out. "Can't you watch this some other time? Preferably when you are alone?" I complained trying to grab the remote. "It's my turn to choose today and this is what we are watching. Live with it. I'm tired of cars, guns and kung fu." She said hiding the remote under her back. "But babe, you always fall asleep before we get even half-way through," Nick said with exasperated tone. He was right. Jenna had never sat through a whole movie without dozing off. Sometimes she made us watch movies twice just so she could finish it, first one half then the other. "Deal with it bozo's" she said and resumed the movie ignoring our pleas. Finally we gave up and started watching the movie. It wasn't too bad. Not like Frozen. My brain had frozen over watching that. As Sadness and Joy argued on the screen my mind started drifting to last night. The smile, the giggle, the adorable dimple. Should I follow Jenna's advice and text her? Or maybe I should wait. After all, we just met last night, wouldn't it come across as needy if I contacted her so soon? Once again I pictured her laughing and it involuntarily made me smile. She was something else. I remembered the way she had tucked her hair away and the look she had been giving me at the time. Shivers ran down my spine. I wasn't used to being looked at like that. Like she was trying to figure me out. I made up my mind that I would text her. Not right now, maybe in the evening, when I was back at my place. Ever since she left me with that chaste kiss she had never been completely out of my mind. It was an innocent kiss, but her expressions and her body language spoke volumes, saying much more than words ever could. I sensed she didn't hand out such intimate moments just on a whim which made it all the more special. No, I couldn't leave her hanging. Despite her outward confidence I sensed she was putting her neck out when she kissed me and I wasn't about to betray her trust. Watching all the emotions the girl had in the movie I realized I had a couple more in my head that she didn't, like Stupid and Inappropriate. Those two were the worst. If I ever had a chance to talk to her face to face again I'm pretty sure those two would dominate. Plus there was the fact that she hadn't told me her name. Curse you damsel! I had tried to enlist the services of a private eye, aka Jenna, but even she was stumped. She couldn't find anything on damsel on social media and believe you me, she could even find Wilson for Tom Hanks on that shit. Looked like she wasn't a social media addict. We had something in common. Woo Hoo! I was surprised to see the end credits rolling so soon. I had just spent the entire movie thinking about a girl. Not a good sign. As usual Jenna was sprawled over the whole couch, drooling on Nick's chest and one foot on my lap and the other on the table. The woman couldn't stay awake through an episode of Simpsons much less an entire movie. Nick looked at me and both of us smiled at the same time. He picked a piece of popcorn from the bowl on her tummy and gently inserted it in her ear. She didn't even flinch. We were both snickering. A second piece ended up in her other ear. Nothing. This chick could sleep through a hurricane. Getting daring now, Nick tenderly shoved a third piece through her left nostril. She fidgeted and scrunched up her face but relaxed after a bit. Nick and I could barely hold in our laughter. Now whenever she exhaled it came out as a whistle because of the obstruction. I was convulsing so hard trying to stop the laughter I thought I'd crack a rib, and it was harder for Nick since she was lying on him and he didn't want to wake her. He picked up the final piece and shoved it up the other nostril. Jenna reared up like a cat whose tail has been stepped on. We both ran as she hurled insults at us that would shame a sailor. Nick got two pillows on the back of his head before he ducked into another room. Then she rounded on me. Self preservation had kicked in a while back and I was already at the main door sprinting out towards my car. From inside I could hear her yelling, "Just you wait Brian, I'll get you, just wait till your mystery girl is in the picture, you're so dead!" I drove off still laughing to myself. Nick was in for a world of trouble, she was going to make mince meat out of him. ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** My finger hovered over the send button as a battle raged inside me. To send or not to send, that was the question. After hours of deliberate planning and consideration followed by more hours of writing, erasing and re-writing the text, I had finally settled on what to send. Hey.... I think I put Shakespeare to shame with that one. A more articulate greeting I had never seen. But that still didn't solve my dilemma of actually sending it. My thumb had been hovering over the send button for five minutes now as I fought tooth and nail with my demons. Finally I figured out my right thumb had declared mutiny against me and was refusing to obey my commands, so I used my left thumb to press down on my right thumb which eventually tapped the send icon. My shoulders sagged as I released the breath I hadn't realized I was holding. In that moment I realized one more thing. A twelve year old girl probably had more guts than me. Well, the deed was done. Now all that was left to do was to panic. I had heard of butterflies in the stomach but I think mine had evolved to giant mutant rats with fangs, talons and a really mean attitude. I took a deep breath to calm down and started pacing my room. It was just a text, how bad can it be. But what if she thought I was creepy for texting so soon and assumed I was stalking her, then she might think I was some kind of perverted maniac that preyed on young girls like in the horror movies and she might be preparing a wooden stake right now and wearing a garland of garlic just in case I was a machete wielding vampire in a Jason mask and............. I shook my head. Sometimes I hate my overactive imagination. My phone chirped and I froze, looking at it in horror. What sorcery was this? Oh wait, it was my phone, and it was alerting a text. I approached it like you would approach a sleeping grizzly. Swiping to unlock it I saw I had one unread message. Maybe it was Pizza Hut informing me about their latest discount on a double crust cheese filled pizza. Tapping on it revealed three words, Who is this? Of course. All my planning and strategies and I had forgotten she didn't have my number, only I had hers. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Uhmm....... Its Brian, I don't know if you remember, we met last night at the club, I kinda made you a year older by mistake. Yes, that is what a girl wants to hear, that she's old. My knight in shining armor! A warm feeling spread in my stomach that suffocated the rats. Die scoundrels die! You give me too much credit. How are you? Oh you know how it is in old age, if I don't pee myself I consider it a good day. I laughed out loud at that one. She was almost as bad as Nick and Jenna. You're never let me forget it are you? Only after I get you back. You robbed a girl of her youth, I should send you to the gallows. Fair enough. So what you up to, besides cleaning your dentures of course. Nothing much, just negotiating a deal for world peace, looking for a cure for cancer, the usual you know..... I managed not to burn my toast in the morning. Beat that. No no, you win, unburnt toast is way more important than world peace. We bantered back and forth for an hour. She could give as good as she could get and at times even left me without a come-back. I was going to have my hands full with this one. If she ever teamed up with those other two idiots they'd shred me to pieces. After an hour she announced she had to leave, Ok Brian, this can go on all night but I have to get up for work tomorrow, old people stuff you know, you kids won't understand. And what do you old people do anyway? Knit sweaters? Ha ha, I'm a radiologist if you must know You fix radios? You're kidding right? I have this old one that used to be my dad's, doesn't really work anymore, think you can take a look at it? I swear I'm going to stop talking to you. Fine fine, of course I know what a radiologist does, I'm an electrical engineer. Aaaah, that explains a lot. What do you mean? Never mind. Spit it out woman. Your behavior, you deal with electricity, do the math. You work with X-rays, by your logic you should be see-through by now. You would like that wouldn't you? You being see-through? Definitely. Perv...... By the way, what was your name again? Nice try. Damn it. Good night Brian, sleep tight, I'll talk to you tomorrow. I'll hold you to that. Good night ................................(fill in the blank with your name) Hahaha, you're silly. Take care. You too. I read our texts again and couldn't believe I had a conversation with sexual innuendo in it. The hairs on my chest nearly doubled in length. I was now a man. Bow before me mortals! I was so psyched up it took me three hours to sleep. ** ** ** ** ** ** The rest of the week wasn't as eventful. She was really busy and hardly had time to chat but she would always wish me a good morning and bid me good night and mostly with something funny like Morning Sir Arthur or How art thou, O protector of dames everywhere. She just made my day. I had been meaning to ask her out for a date but just couldn't work up the courage. No matter how I phrased the question it never seemed quite right to me. Deep down I knew I was sabotaging my own efforts in order to procrastinate. On Friday Jenna threatened me with bodily harm if I didn't ask her out. I had learnt the hard way not to take Jenna's threats lightly. My damsel was more chatty today and we had been bantering on and off throughout the day. Figuring she had more free time today, I decided it was now or never and initiated operation Ask for Date. So miss radiologist, are you going to be mighty busy tomorrow? Mighty busy? Shit this was already going downhill. No, I'm off for the weekend actually, there's a new intern and he's getting all the graveyard shifts. Hooray for me! There was still hope. In that case, would you maybe like to you know go somewhere, you know, like me and you, like someplace out somewhere..... And I squashed that hope. My my kind sir, are you thinking of mayhap courting me? This chick was awesome. O fair lady, thou have charmed thee and with thou's permission thee shall try thee's best to impress thy fair one. What the hell was I writing? I really hoped she understood was I trying to say because I had no clue what I had just written. She didn't reply for like five minutes and I started to get worried. Finally..... I'm sorry, I couldn't stop laughing after reading that. I think we should stick to proper English from now on, I'm getting cramps from laughing. Maybe I should get a big red nose and oversized shoes and join a circus somewhere. She texted again.... Oh and in response to your question, yes I would love to do something with you tomorrow. Head out of the gutter, she doesn't mean that something. So should I pick you up? I wasn't going to try any funny lines. Well, not for a little while at least. I'm meeting Sally in the morning so pick me up at two? Two it is. And where do I pick you up from? She gave me her address, she lived only twenty minutes away, and excused herself. Can't wait for tomorrow, see you then. Me neither, see you. It took a few minutes for it to sink in. Then panic. I had asked her out but where in the world was I going to take her? I sifted through all my regular joints in my head and none of them seemed appropriate. I didn't want to take her anywhere too romantic for our first date else she thinks I have other more nefarious intentions in mind. Something light and fun that will be able to let us get to know each other better without it being too intense. Maybe I could drive around with her until I saw something interesting. Knowing my luck we'd probably end up at a strip club. I drifted off to sleep with my mind feeling like Google maps. ** ** ** ** ** ** ** There were still five minutes to spare when I pulled up to her place, a nice two story colonial style house in the sub-urbs with an immaculate garden that had a swing in the middle. It was the traditional style with a brick finish and a two car garage off to the side. There was a silver Q7 sitting in the driveway. I texted her and told her I was outside and waited, watching a dog in the house next in line chase its own tail. Be right out. I still hadn't figured out where I was going to take her. No place I thought of fit the criteria I wanted. Finally I had come to the conclusion I'd just wing it just like I had since I met her. Whenever I planned things they never worked out for me, and since meeting her I had just gone with the flow and it was serving me well. As someone had said, don't fix it if it aint broke. I wasn't going to fix it. The front door opened and she appeared wearing a blue sundress. Now I could tell fashion about as much as an earthworm could but she looked like she was made to wear sundresses. She looked as cute as a button with her hair tied in a ponytail and matching blue sandals. It was as if she'd stepped out of a summer magazine. Everything I had practiced that I was going to say vanished as she walked over to my car waving and smiling. Damn that dimple. The Men In Black should use it to erase people's memories because it sure as hell made me forget everything. I even forgot to get out and open the door for her. She opened the door and got in, shutting the door and finally snapping me out of my stupor. "Hey you," she said putting on her seat belt and looking over at me smiling. "Hey you to you too," I replied flashing her a grin of my own. "You look really nice." Her smile got even wider, "Thanks, though I hope I'm dressed appropriately, you didn't say where we were going." "You're dressed just fine, don't worry." "While we are on the topic, where is it that you're taking me?" Birthday Girl Ch. 03 "It's a surprise," I lied not knowing what else to do. "Ooooh I like surprises!" she exclaimed clapping her hands. Putting the car into gear we set off talking about the day and all the inconsequential things that happened during the week. I found out she performed the task of X-raying a patient as well as interpreting the images and giving a report and diagnosis. This week she got a patient with a leg broken in five different places and another with a fractured skull. In the evenings she was being trained on the MRI scanner. I learned there was MRI and something called fMRI or functional MRI which is what she eventually wanted to specialize in. Basically it involved scanning people's heads and watching for differing brain activities while under various stimuli, like which part of the brain lights up while watching porn. That's what I figured anyway, no way was I going to tell her that, not yet. As we were talking I was aimlessly driving around the outskirts of the city and if she noticed we were wandering around without a specific destination she didn't mention it. By now I was praying something would come up, because if I passed that same street a third time she would definitely notice. Up ahead my prayers were answered. At least I hope so. It was a gamble but I was running out of options and desperate to try anything. Pulling into the parking lot my damsel looked around and faced me with a questioning look. "An amusement park?" she asked with one eyebrow arched. Crap. Me and my big plans. "Uhhmmmm..... I thought it would be fun. Obviously bad idea," I backtracked, "We can go somewhere else." I started engaging reverse. "No no, that's not what I meant. I just wasn't expecting it, I've never been taken to an amusement park for a date before. You're right, let's go, it'll be fun." She said opening the car door. "You sure?" I asked, still doubtful. "Positive. C'mon" she stepped out and shut the door. I joined her and we walked side by side to the humongous multi-colored gates, distant screams being heard from children and adults alike from the various rides inside. Walking to the entrance I was hit with an idea. It was off the top of my head and the probability of it working was low but I had to try it. As we reached the barriers I asked her to wait while I fetched the tickets. I walked over to the ticketing booth and purchased two tickets although I was careful not to let my damsel see me. Hiding the tickets I walked back, "Hey, they need proof that we are over eighteen to gain access to some of the rides. You got your drivers license or something with you?" I asked. "Yeah, of course," she fished out the card from her purse and handed it to me. I took a look at it, smiled triumphantly and handed it back to her. "What's wrong?" she asked confused. "Nothing at all, Melissa." I dragged out the last word. She groaned and stomped her foot, "No fair, you tricked me! "That was fair and square melly welly," I teased her. "Grrrrrr..........." she growled pretending to be angry then conceded, "Ok, you got me, well played. And don't call me melly welly." "Whatever you say...................... melly welly." That got me a roll of the eyes as we continued in. Finally I knew her name! It had been an itch that had been bugging me since that night at the club and I finally got to scratch it. I would have patted myself on the back if I had been alone, sometimes the old noggin upstairs earns its keep. Melissa. It fit her. I was afraid of something matronly like Martha. No one wants to call out Martha in bed, sounds like you are calling the head nurse at a hospital, the no nonsense fat ones that can shut you up with a stare. The park was massive with different rides and activities littered everywhere. Roller coasters, Ferris wheels, teacups, archery stands, bumper cars, you name it and they had it. Delicious smells were wafting in from the food stalls which had countless varieties of treats. Kids were running around waving their candy floss as their parents followed them trying to catch them in exasperation. It was complete mayhem. "Wow," Melissa exclaimed. "I know, right? How do you decide where to start?" I said still looking around like a meerkat. "Roller coaster" I heard from beside me. I looked at her and cocked an eyebrow. "Might as well start with the scariest," she said with a shrug. "Are you scared of heights?" I enquired as we made our way towards The Lightning Bolt, as it was called. "A little bit," she confessed, "I've never actually been on one, I always made an excuse to get out of it. When I was five there was an accident I saw about on the news. I remember the coaster had come off the rails and the results were not pretty. I guess since then it just stuck with me. " "And you're willingly volunteering to go this time? We don't have to do it, we can pick another ride." I offered. "No, that was when I was young, I want to know what I missed out on, I don't want to be held back by something I saw on TV when I was little, and what better time than now, when I'm already trying out new things." She said looking pointedly at me. I really hoped she meant me. "To new beginnings," I said as we got settled into our seats. We got the first row. "To new beginnings." She replied adjusting her dress so it wouldn't cause any embarrassing exposures during the ride. The coaster started climbing and on the way up to the drop I looked at her and saw she was terrified, her hands gripping the bars until her knuckles had turned white. I reached out and put my hand on top of hers. She turned to face me and I smiled comfortingly at her, patting her hand in reassurance. She visibly relaxed and returned a small smile of her own as we reached the top. We teetered on the edge for a second, taking in the whole landscape in front of us before the weight was pulled out of under us. Then the screams began. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight as she screamed, her hair blowing whipping around behind her. Gradually her screams turned into a delightful laughter as she started enjoying herself. We raised our hands and screamed and shouted just like everyone else behind us. The ride ended much sooner than I would have wanted it to, I was really enjoying hearing her laugh with abandon. We got off and she kept a hold on my arm for support though she was still laughing lightly. "I never would have thought I would enjoy that so much! I can't believe I missed that my whole life!" she exclaimed, still giddy. "Give me a second," I told her and rushed off to a nearby booth. Returning I handed her a brown envelope. "What is this?" "Open it," I replied. Tearing off the seal she reached inside and pulled out a photo. It showed her in mid-flight, hair flying around, her mouth open in a silent scream and an expression of pure joy on her face. I was next to her, her hand gripping mine, and I was looking at her with a smile on my face, oblivious to the two hundred feet drop in front. "Where did you...........?" she asked looking up at me then looking back at the photo fondly. "They capture them when the coaster drops, and you can buy them if you want," I replied, pleased she liked it so much. "Can I keep it?" she asked hesitantly. "Of course. I got it for you, your first roller coaster ride, immortalized" I said. She gave me a look I couldn't place. "Thanks," she said quietly as she put away the photo in her purse. We wandered around for a bit before I heard a squeal from her. "Ooooh bumper cars! Can we, can we, oh pleeease can we?" she begged tugging at my sleeve. She looked like my six year old cousin when she really wanted something. I laughed, "You like them that much huh?" "My favorite. When I was young my dad always used to take me on them and we used to kick everyone's asses at it. Sometimes we used to stay on until the attendant had to force us out to give others a chance," She said with a smile, "One time I actually broke the car." "How is that even possible? It's a bumper car." "It was old and past its time, but my dad kept telling me it was because I was the best driver around. I liked his version better." She reminisced. "Bet you can't beat me," I said smugly. She snapped out of her memories. "You're on buster!" I got a blue car and she chose a yellow one. She looked adorable sitting in a tiny yellow car in her blue dress grinning like an idiot. However her smile turned deadly as soon as the buzzer sounded and she was on me like white on rice. Shit, she wasn't kidding, she was good. She came at me head on and smacked me backwards before I could swerve. "That's one!" I heard her shouting as she sped away holding one finger in the air. Oh it was on! I ignored everyone else and followed her like a hound on a scent. She weaved in and out of cars like a pro but I finally caught up and rammed her from behind and quickly turned around and hauled ass as fast as I could. "You're it!" "I'm going to get you, you yellow bellied, lily livered bottom dwelling little scum!" I heard from behind. I dodged her attack and passed between two other cars but she was a second too late and rammed into both of them trying to get to me. I pointed at her and laughed but cut it short at the look she was giving me. Run dickhead, run! My brain told me and I wasn't about to argue. I managed to lose her between the other cars but out of nowhere she blindsided me and rammed me at full speed from the side. It took me a few seconds to recover from that and I saw her running and cackling like a witch. Oh, she was gonna get it now. I used all my skill and prowess and maneuvered her into a corner. She was trapped. She fervently looked around for an escape but to no avail. I had her. I advanced on her slowly, relishing my upcoming victory, already gloating in my head. I started singing the theme song from Bad Boys II replacing bad boys with bad girls instead. Then she did something I didn't expect. She left the steering wheel, put her palms together and between her knees and pouted and looked at me with big puppy dog eyes. I faltered. She stuck out her lower lip and cocked her head to the side. I was paralyzed. It would be a crime punishable by death if I even thought of ramming her. All violence must cease immediately. Who would even dare think of harming this lovely creature in front of me. Blasphemy I say! Then the buzzer rang. In a flash the puppy dog eyes and pouty lips were gone. She stuck her tongue out at me and started waving her arms in the victory dance and sang, "I won, I won, I won!" Shit. I fell for the oldest trick in the book. She might as well have pointed behind me and shouted Monkey! If word of this got out I would have to pack up and immigrate to the jungles of Congo and live among the gorillas there. "Ha! That was for the drivers license stunt u pulled!" she told me as we got out. "I'll get you back, just you wait you fraud." I told her with mock menace. "You gonna get back at wittle ol' me?" She made the same puppy dog face again. "You're evil........" She continued to tease me about being a softy but the truth was if she ever pulled that face, even if I knew she was faking it, I wouldn't be able to go through with whatever I may have planned against her. But I wasn't going to let her know that, no need to give away free ammo. For now, I had to regain my lost honor, I just had to. Next we went on the Banana Boat. It was a giant boat shaped like a banana, hence the creative name, that kept swinging higher and higher until it completely turned over. A swing on steroids. As we were strapping ourselves into the seats Melissa got a troubled look. "I don't think this was a very good idea," she said pausing in the middle of securing her belt. I looked over at her, "Why? Do you get sick on rides like these?" "No it's not that, it's just........." she hesitated. "What?" Now I was curious. "This ride goes upside down and........" she gestured at her dress. "Oh......" "Yeah........ Oh," she repeated mockingly. "I have an idea," I said unbuckling my belt and pulling it out of my jeans. "You exposing yourself with me isn't going to help." "Ha ha, very funny. Now put your legs together tightly." I instructed her. She did as I told her and I looped the belt around the lower hem her dress and legs just above her knees and secured the buckle tightly. "There, all good," I said examining my handiwork. "Did you just give me a chastity belt?" she asked incredulously. "It's either this or you flash the whole park, your choice." "Fine, but don't think this means I'm saving myself for you," she teased. "Oh gee, and here I was waiting with bated breath," I said sardonically. The boat lurched forward slowly. "Here we go," I stated. She clung to my arm the entire time. A piece of advice, don't go on a banana boat unless you have a really strong stomach. We managed to keep our food down but only barely. The belt did its job of preserving my date's modesty ensuring she could concentrate on not barfing. "Never again," said Melissa as we stepped off the boat. I agreed. We had some water to soothe our tummies and decided to lay off the rides for a while, our bowels were too sensitive at the moment. Strolling around the various stalls we stopped wherever the fancy struck her. We passed by the archery stand I suddenly stopped. Melissa walked on for two steps before she realized she was talking to thin air. She turned back and I jerked my head at the archery stall and wriggled my eyebrows. "Brian, do you like losing?" she asked shaking her head. I liked the way my name rolled off her lips. "Who said I'm going to lose?" "If you ever get to see the inside of my room you'll notice it's filled with stuffed toys. I won all of them myself from stalls like this one when I was young. You really don't want to challenge me, why don't you choose something else?" she gave me an out. My hand eye co-ordination was pathetic. If I threw a ball there was a high chance I'd even miss the ground. But my manly ego wouldn't let me back down. Me man, me strong! "Is melly welly scared?" I asked in a sing song voice. Something shifted in her eyes and I knew I was screwed. "Alright Brian, let's do it. But, let's make this more interesting shall we?" she asked innocently. I knew a trap when I saw one and this one was six feet deep and filled with rusty metal spikes wrapped in barbed wire that had been set ablaze. I was going to regret this. "Sure," I said confidently. "We get five shots each. Whoever gets the most hits wins. If I lose I'll do whatever you want, but if I win I pick out the prize and you have to display it in your house for everyone to see. Deal?" "Aaaaaaaaanything I want?" I asked wriggling my eyebrows suggestively. She narrowed her eyes, took a step towards me and leaned in, her mouth inches from my ear. "Anything," she whispered seductively and blew softly into my ear before pulling away. Needless to say my capacity to speak went straight out of the window. If you had asked me my name right then I would probably have said hippopotamus. I shook my head to clear it. "You're going down!" I said and turned to see what stuffed animals were eligible to be won. Nothing bad, a few teddy bears, a giraffe, a zebra. I could explain those away if I lost, no problem. The attendant handed me a bow and five arrows. Alright, cue Eye of the Tiger. I was like Rocky, determined, focused and unbeatable. I made a show of stretching my shoulders and testing the tightness of the string on the bow and checking the sharpness of the arrow point. Melissa stood leaning on a pole with her arms crossed and an amused look on her face. "Get ready to lose," I told her with a sideways glance. She snorted, "Yeah sure, if you say so." I took aim and fired the first shot. It flew six feet above the target and disappeared in the field behind. She covered her mouth with her hand and looked away. The stuffed animals were starting to look ominous now. No, I couldn't lose my head now, too much depended on it. "That was a warm up, getting used to the bow you know, now I'll make the corrections and wham! Bull's-eye." I said to her. She just nodded. Why did it look like she didn't believe me? The second shot went three feet to the right. The third arrow never left the bow, somehow the string twanged but the arrow stayed where it was, stuck between my index finger and thumb. Melissa was snorting continuously trying to stifle her laughter. Focus, damn it, focus. The fourth arrow almost hit the attendant. "Hey watch it!" he screamed as the arrow whizzed past his left ear and embedded itself on the wall behind him still quivering. He checked to see if his ear was still intact. "Sorry," I mumbled. By now Melissa was bent over clutching her ribs with one hand and one hand still over her mouth. The last one. I had to make this one count. For honor, for glory, for freedom! Till today I still don't know how it happened. I released the arrow and it disappeared. Confused I searched around but couldn't find it anywhere. Even Melissa was equally confused and had stopped snorting for a second to see what was going on. I looked at the attendant and he was pissed off. He pointed a single finger to a spot behind me. We turned around and found the arrow had lodged itself in back of a wooden wheelbarrow fifty feet away. How the bloody hell had the arrow gone backwards? This defied every law of physics I had ever learned about in school. There was some voodoo shit going on here. From my right I heard an eruption of laughter. Melissa had finally cracked and couldn't hold it in anymore. She clung on to me as she couldn't stand upright while laughing so hard. I looked up at the sky. Why me? Seriously, why me? Melissa's laughter finally slowed to a chuckle after ten minutes and she stood up straight wiping away the tears in her eyes. She looked at me and I hung my head in shame. "Aaaawww....." she said nudging me, "hey.........." She called out softly. I looked up at her and she reached up around me and gave me a loud sloppy kiss on my cheek. "Mmmmwwwwwaaahhhhhhhhh......." Then wiped away the lipstick with her thumb "Happy?" she asked. I turned my other cheek to face her expectantly. She smacked my arm and went to pick up her bow. It was worth a shot. "Watch." She said simply. In ten seconds all five arrows were within three inches of the centre of the red spot. Who the hell trained her? Robin Hood? Gorillas of Congo here I come. Hey if Mowgli could do it how hard could it be? Now, where to find a loincloth................ "And now, for your prize." She said with a smirk. She directed the attendant to her pick as I was wallowing in self-pity asking myself how much worse it could get. She handed me my 'prize'. I just had to ask didn't I? A bright pink unicorn with a rainbow colored horn and tail full of glitter. She ruffled my hair as I stared at the abomination in my hands. Where did she even find this? All I saw were bears, giraffes and zebras. And I had to put this up on display? A pink unicorn? Really? "Remember, it has to be in full display, where everyone can see it. And don't even think about cheating, I'm going to send Jenna to your place to check up on it for me when you least expect it." I looked up at her in horror. "J....J.....Jenna? Mercy, please, I beg of you! Anything but that!" I pleaded. An image of Nick and Jenna rolling on the floor in hysterics flashed across my mind. "Please!" I begged with renewed vigor. Tapping a perfectly manicured finger on her chin she pretended to consider my plea. "Tell you what, I'll let you off this time, you don't have to put it up but I'm not letting you throw it away. You're going to keep it. And in exchange for my selfless generosity you have to promise never to call me melly welly again." Birthday Girl Ch. 03 "Deal!" I shouted before she could change her mind. "Wow, remind me never to get on your bad side. You can be a deadly adversary." She punched me lightly on my shoulder, "I'm not that bad, I showed you mercy didn't I?" As we walked away from the stand she slipped her hand into mine and squeezed, smiling while looking ahead. This was the first time she had initiated contact just for the sake of it. Her hand was soft and fit into mine perfectly. I was afraid she would pull away after feeling the calluses on my hands but she didn't seem to mind. The only difficulty I had was trying to hide the weird unicorn from view. Kids were starting to stare. Night was approaching and we got a couple of ice creams and hopped onto the Ferris wheel. The view from the top at dusk was magnificent. She oohed and aahed pointing out random objects in the distance. I couldn't care less about the view, I had eyes only for her. The setting sun made her skin glow with a soft radiance and when she looked at me the light reflected off her hazel eyes making them gleam. Looking at her I even forgot my ice cream, only remembering it when I felt something cold on my thigh and looked down to see it melting and dripping. She was happily identifying the various landmarks, delighted whenever she found a new one and I was content to just watch her and nod where appropriate. Her sense of joy was infectious though, and soon she even had me scouring the land for hidden bounty. Her hand had found mine again when we gotten on board and showed no sign of relinquishing it. That simple touch felt wonderful, like the missing piece in a puzzle, it just fit where it was supposed to. By the time we were getting off it was already dark and I asked her about dinner. "I would love to Brian, but I have to get home. We have a family dinner at my sisters' and she'd kill me if I missed it. She's planned this for a while now and I can't back out." She said with genuine regret. "You have a sister?" I asked realizing there was so much I didn't know about her. "Yeah, two older sisters, I'm the baby." She said rolling her eyes and framing the baby in air quotes. "Aah, I knew I sensed a spoilt brat in you," I teased. "And how many siblings do you have oh mature one?" "Only kid," I shrugged. "And I'm the spoilt one? Ha! You're a right little prince." She shot back. I smiled and let it go as we had reached my car. The drive back was in comfortable silence as we just enjoyed being with each other. I kept stealing glances at her as she stared out of the window, her face illuminated every time we passed under a street light. I took the long route to her house trying to extend our time together but eventually we reached our destination. I pulled up in her driveway next to her Q7 and she looked at her phone. "I still have twenty minutes. Come with me," she said as she got out. She came over to my side and took my hand as I got out and led me to the swing in the middle of her garden. We sat and leaned back, staring at the stars as I gently rocked with my feet. The only sounds were of some low music playing from a house down the street and an occasional honk in the distance. We were both somewhat tired from the adventures of the day and this was the perfect way to relax. If only I could relax. My mind was racing like a formula one car. The problem was I was no good at intimate or serious moments. I could feel this was leading up to one of them, and as far as I could remember I had never come out of one unscathed. I got nervous really fast when I was one on one with someone and whenever things got awkward my defense was always humor, and I had a knack of placing dumb comments at the most inopportune moments. When it came to closeness with another person I was like a blindfolded bull in a china shop. With red hot chilies up its ass. She put one leg under the other as she turned to face me. Sensing she had something to say I turned to her and waited. Better to be silent and thought a fool than open your mouth and confirm it. "I had a really good time today," she said. "Me too," that's right, just keep it simple, no need to get creative. "Actually I can't remember the last time I had this much fun. Most first dates are awkward and to be honest the guy is just thinking if he's going to get lucky." "Dogs. How dare they lust after your body? They should be neutered, the lot of them." What part of simple didn't I understand? "There's my knight again," she chuckled. "Wait a minute, you don't find my body appealing?" she asked putting her hands on her hips with mock anger. Crap. The bull was going crazy. I reigned in the out of control beast with everything I had. I needed to get this right, I couldn't screw up with her, not with her. "I uhmm...... I find you very appealing and not just......." I waved my hand up and down gesturing her body, "but everything else as well. You are...... you are awesome." I finished nodding my head. I felt like I had just described a basketball. Still, it could have been worse. Way way worse. She looked intrigued now, "What do you mean by everything else?" Was I sitting on quicksand? How do I manage to dig myself in deeper with every sentence? Well, In for a penny....................... might as well just say the truth. "You're smart, you're funny, you get my jokes, you can take a joke as well as give it back albeit tenfold," she smiled at that as I counted off her qualities on my fingers, "you're witty, I like your laugh and it doesn't hurt that you're really pretty. I could go on for a while but I think you have only ten minutes left." I finished and glanced at my phone to confirm the time. When I looked back at her she was giving me the same look from when I had given her the snapshot of the rollercoaster ride. I shifted a bit. I tried to hold her gaze but I couldn't. It had always been difficult for me to look at someone in the eye, even when it wasn't as intense as this. A speck of a doubt formed in my mind. Had I said something wrong? Maybe it was inappropriate. Maybe I had scared her. Yup it had been too much. As always I had screwed up. "You think I'm smart?" she asked moving closer. "Well...... yeah." I was fidgeting with my hands now. "You think I'm funny?" she inched closer still. "The good funny, not..... not like bad funny," I should write legal notices. "I'm witty?" she ran her tongue over her lower lip. "Very," was all I could manage, my eyes flitting form her eyes to her lips. "Pretty?" she stopped just before her lips touched mine and I could feel her warm breath on my lips. I nodded once in response, I didn't trust my speech at this moment. She closed the distance between us. A brush of her lips against mine. It felt like there were tiny sparks erupting between them. Her perfume, lightly teasing at this proximity, mixed with a scent that I realized was undoubtedly her own. Another brush across the lips. Light, tentative, inquisitive. Her eyes were open just a fraction and they fluttered closed as she finally planted her lips on mine. They were soft, oh so soft. There was electricity running through me as I savored the contact between us, afraid to move lest the moment be lost. She pulled away slowly and opened her eyes, mirroring the feelings that were running through me. I had completely blocked out all other senses during those few moments and the world started coming to slowly, as if I was waking from a light sleep. Was it supposed to feel like that? The look on her face told me she had been startled as well. "You felt it too?" she asked in a breathy whisper. I nodded. "Wow...." She summed up my feeling perfectly. We snapped out of it as her phone rang, the shrill sound suddenly too loud in the relative silence. She fished out her phone and sighed before she picked it up. It was a short conversation between her and someone I assumed was her sister as she assured her she was on the way. She cut the call and looked back at me. "I really have to go," she said sadly, and I could see she wanted nothing more than to stay. "Can we do this again?" I asked then realized what it must have sounded like, "I mean not this," gestured to us and the kissing then realized how that must look, " Not that it was bad, we should do this again, I mean if you want of course, and even if you don't its cool, I mea- " Thankfully she put a finger on my lips to shut me up. I looked at her in gratitude and murmured a thank you through her finger. "Yes, I'd love to do this again," she said with a wink as she removed her finger. She got up and I followed her like a lost puppy. We walked to where the cars were parked holding hands and this time I made sure I opened her door for her. She gave me a peck on my cheek before she got in and I closed the door behind her. She hooted as I was walking to my car and I looked back. She had rolled down her window and had the thumb of her right hand at her ear and her pinky at her lips and was mouthing Call me. You bet your pretty ass I'm gonna call you, I thought as nodded to her. She waved then disappeared down the road. I had the most ridiculous smile plastered on my face on the drive home. Any wider and I might have ended up looking like the Joker. Though I doubt I could scare anyone with my story of how I got my smile. I had all the windows down, the music up and I would have whistled along with the tune if the blasted smile would come off my face. The pink unicorn was sitting comfortably on the dashboard, content with swaying along with the car, just waiting until it was found by my dear friends so it could make my life hell. Screw it, right now I'd mount it on top of my house for the whole neighborhood to see, consequences be damned. I turned the music up louder, gave my Toyota Celica GT4 ST185 a little more gas and smiled away as I crested a hill and coasted all the way down. Yup, life was good indeed. Birthday Girl Ch. 04 Hey guys, The comments and votes are greatly appreciated, please keep them coming, it's always good to hear feedback from readers. All mistakes are entirely on my shoulders. If you're not of legal age and all that crap... Enjoy! ************************ "One more!" shouted Nick slamming his shot glass on the table. "Are you nuts? That was our fifth shot!" I said still grimacing from the remnants of the liquor going down my throat. I hate tequila. We were at our favorite watering hole and from the looks of it, Nick wanted to get shit-faced. Figures, since Jenna was out of town for the weekend. What was that saying? When the cat is away... Whenever she was away Nick would try and relive our glory days from college. In other words, get drunk and act stupid. We had started off with beers but soon that wasn't enough for good 'ol Nick. I knew his choice of drinks, Jack Daniels when he was pissed off, Jeigermeister when he was feeling amorous, Vodka when he was a complete lunatic and Tequila when he had something on his mind. "Bah! We used to have this for breakfast in our second year. Don't pussy out on me now Bry," Nick was already signaling for the next round. "I'll call Peanut," I threatened. Peanut was my nickname for Jenna. Only I could call her that though, she'd go ballistic if anyone else tried, Nick even had scars to prove it, some of them in more private areas. "Go ahead," he called my bluff, "you want my phone to call her? Oh and while you're at it, hand me the phone when you're done, I'm sure she'll love to know about your new pet unicorn." "Dude, you promised," "So? You expect me to sit here and twiddle my thumbs while you sell me out?" I knew it was a bad idea telling him about the unicorn but the euphoria at the time had blinded me. Nick had called me just as I was about to get home after dropping off Melissa and demanded we go out drinking. Refusing wasn't an option, I knew he would show up at my place and drag me out if I didn't acquiesce to his request. "Dude just chill out, we ain't twenty two no more man, we can't drink like frat boys now," I complained, feeling the effects of the latest shot setting in. The waitress was looking much more appealing now. Wait, were those natural? "I don't care. My boy went on a date!" he clapped me on the back, "Ha! Just imagine that. You. On a date. With a girl. Classic!" He chuckled to himself. "Stranger things have happened," "You sure she hasn't run from a psych ward somewhere?" I couldn't deny the thought hadn't crossed my mind. My hesitation was all he needed. "You think so too!" he pointed accusingly. "Yeah well, she laughs at my fart jokes so..." I shrugged, "you never know." The shots arrived. Two little glasses of concentrated stupidity. Nick raised his glass, "To pee..." he said in a deep voice. "Or not to pee..." I replied in kind, raising mine. "That is the question..." we finished somberly in unison and downed the shot. It was a tradition since college whenever one of us needed to use the bathroom. This time it was the both of us. We staggered to the loo bickering utter nonsense, pushing each other and acting like total kids. Nick picked out a few leaves as we passed a flower pot and stuck them behind his ears. "I am Caesar! Bow before me!" he said holding out one hand in front of him and standing in a regal pose, nose up in the air. "Kiss my ass, Julius" I told him. "Insolent fool!" he bristled, "Guards! Seize him!" he said pointing at me looking around at his imaginary servants beside him. "Moron," I kept walking. It was best not to entertain Nick when he started crap like this. It could escalate very fast. I remember once he had watched a conspiracy theory show before we had gone out drinking. By the end of the night he was trying to convince building security the Lochness monster was lurking in the fountain in the courtyard and that Big Foot was trying to catch it with a fishing rod. Luckily the security guys didn't take him seriously and I managed to drag his ass out of there before he did some serious damage. He followed hurling medieval insults at me until we reached the washrooms. We fell silent as we stood at the urinals reveling in the glory that only relieving yourself can bring when drunk. Even Caesar shut up for a while. "Dude," I called out staring absently at the ceiling. "Yeah?" "Why do I get the feeling you're hiding something from me?" Shake twice and put it away. No pee on me, score! "What are you talking about?" he asked defensively. It was all the indication I needed. He always got defensive when he was hiding something. Since we got here I had the feeling this wasn't just an ordinary drinking binge and there was something important he wanted to say. The fact that he hadn't mentioned anything told me he was waiting till he was plastered to spit it out. "Spill it dipshit," I said washing my hands. "What are you? Psychic?" "I know you for ten years nitwit, I can tell when something's got your panties in a twist." "My apologies Oracle," he bowed, "maybe you can also tell what finger I'm holding up in my head." I shook my head. "Fine, have it your way," I said as we made our way back to our table. Four shots later and my glasses were halfway down my nose, I had spilled beer all over my T-shirt and I was trying to sound like a rally car. Man, those Tequilas had some good after sales service. They had a delay, the high kicked in like half an hour after each shot. Enjoy now, pay later. Kind of like a credit card. Nick exhaled then leaned forward and said quietly, "There's something I need to tell you." "I knew it!" I shouted thrusting my arm in the air. All the tables around us went silent as everyone turned and stared at my outburst. I lowered my arm slowly. Crap. Centre of attention. Not good. Need to create diversion. Now. "My buddy," I pointed at Nick, "he's finally coming out of the closet," I improvised and then continued, "I had a feeling for years but he always denied it, and now he's finally coming clean. I love you buddy, no matter what!" I finished almost in tears as I gave him a half hug as the icing on the cake. The look on his face was priceless. There were mutterings of 'Good for yous' and 'Go for it mans' as everyone turned back to their business, the volume going back up. I think I cracked a rib from the punch that followed. Caesar was mad. The wrath of Caesar was an all-consuming inferno that ravaged everything in its path. Everything being me, of course. "I'm going to get you for that," he growled under his breath. "You already did dickhead," I managed to squeak rubbing my bruised rib. That was definitely going to leave a mark. Totally worth it though. "What was it you wanted to tell me?" I asked after concluding any more rubbing wasn't going to make the pain lessen any further. "You think I'm going to tell you after that?" he seethed. People were still throwing him occasional glances, particularly a man sitting by himself in a corner. I knew it was a bad idea but I called for one more shot each. That should calm him down some, and then I could wiggle the information out of him. Evil, I know, but what are friends for right? "Dude, seriously, tell me what's up," I said after we downed the shot. He thought for about a minute before getting up and jerking his head towards the deck, walking off without saying anything. Bastard always liked to be as dramatic as possible. He should have starred in a soap opera, Esmeralda and her lover Ramon battle against the world sustained only by their crazy accents and their love for each other. I got up and followed trying to walk as straight as possible without looking like I was balancing on a rope. Note to self: no more shots. I found him standing by the railing staring at the cars whizzing past below. I wobbled up and stood next to him furiously resisting the urge to ask So when's the colonoscopy? Something told me he wouldn't take it very well. One bruised rib was enough for today. I watched the cars below as well, trying to recognize them as they flew past, a favorite hobby of mine. Mercedes, Toyota, Toyota, Toyota, Audi, was that a GTR? Back to Toyota, Subaru, Range Rover, Ford, Toyo- "I've made up my mind," he began, "I don't think there'll be a better time and honestly I can't wait any longer. I'm going to do it." I was cracking up inside thinking about the colonoscopy. "Will you stop being so mysterious and suspensy and just tell me what's going on?" "I want your honest opinion on this." "No, I'm going to lie to you, it seems like the wise thing to do." "Dude-" he warned. "Yeah fine, honesty, best policy, blah blah blah, get on with it already." He turned to look me in the eye, "I'm going to ask Jenna to marry me." I blinked twice, frowned, cocked my head, and then a grin slowly crept up my face as I finally digested what he had just said. "What do you think?" he asked, "Should I do it?" I knew my answer mattered to him, we never made big decisions without consulting each other first. We had saved each other from countless disasters in the past, both small and big. You'd be surprised how blind one can be to things happening right in front of their eyes when they're in too deep. It's always good to know there's someone watching your back, no matter where, no matter what. "It's going to be one of the craziest weddings anyone has ever seen in a long time mate, I promise you that," I said as I shook his hand and gave him a one arm hug that guys usually give each other. "Thanks man. Phew, that's a load off my chest, I didn't know whether I was making the right decision or not." He said as we parted. "It's about damn time, you've been dating for what, six years now? I don't know any two people more suited to each other than you guys, and you guys are practically married in all but name anyway. She lives at your place, you fight like cats and dogs, you fart in bed and pull the blanket over her head and she still doesn't leave you, all that's left is signing that piece of paper. Dibs on naming your first kid though." "Hell no! You think I want my kid to go around being called Aventador his whole life? And if it's a girl you'll probably name her Huayra or Zonda. No, I can't do that to my kids. " "Screw you, they're all good cars, they should be proud to be named after them. And I'm naming your first born, whether you like it or not. I'll convince peanut." He snorted, "Good luck with that." "By the way," a thought suddenly hit me, "how are you going to propose?" A sly grin crept up his face, "Why do you think we are drinking tonight?" The same sly grin crept up my face. "Let the creative juices flow!" We started thinking up different ways to propose, looking for something unique and original. Obviously we got carried away more than once, coming up with ridiculous outlandish schemes that made no sense whatsoever. Nick wanted to dress up like a zombie and scare the crap out of Jenna before proposing to her in the end. I thought he should get a thousand cars and line them up so that they spelled 'will you marry me?' Jenna was a kindergarten teacher so Nick thought of getting help from her little students but I thought that was too cheesy and if I wasn't wrong, it had been already been done in some movie. I suggested he should base-jump off the highest skyscraper around and have 'will you marry me' printed on the parachute. On and on we went, the ideas getting more and more ludicrous as we kept trying to outdo the other. By the end of the night Nick had come up with one solid idea. Although he had meant it as a joke when he mentioned it, I saw potential in it and latched on to it, and soon we had tweaked it and improvised it to end up with a slightly difficult but doable plan. "Are we really doing this?" Nick asked still skeptical. "Yes. She deserves something special, you know it too, let's make it something she'll never forget." "It's going to require some work." "She's put up with your sorry ass for six years, it about time you do something for her." "You know you're going to have to help me, right?" "Do I have a choice?" "No." "I'm only going to do it for peanut." "Whatever you say man" "Dick" On the cab-ride home it the enormity of the situation finally hit me. Nick and Jenna were going to get married. Shit. The idiot I'd known since high school, with whom I had done most of my growing up, was going to get the old ball and chain. I had been present for the entire duration of their relationship and I would now see the culmination of their venture. When did we become so old? It was just the other day we were secretly drinking beer under the bleachers that we'd stolen from the gas station and sneaking out of the house at night to go to some hyped up party and driving around town without a license, hiding from cops in the bushes. It was with these thoughts I fell asleep that night, dreaming that Nick had gone through with my idea of a thousand cars. Jenna slapped him and accused him of global warming and screamed she would never marry an enemy of Mother Nature. She then took Melissa's hand, who had popped out of thin air, and they both climbed up a tree to a small house built in the canopy and emerged wearing leaves around their private parts. They howled and beat their chest and leaped off, swinging from tree to tree on vines, disappearing into the foliage, only their howls to be heard in the distance. Nick turned to me, "Should have gone with the base-jump." ************************************** I had to park on the street outside Melissa's house on Wednesday night because there were two cars already parked in her driveway. One was her Q7, and there was a red X5 next to it. Seemed like their family was really into SUV's. I wondered who it could be as Melissa had mentioned her folks had flown off on a holiday to Europe the previous day. There was no way I could have waited until the weekend to see her so I had offered to take her for dinner tonight and thankfully she agreed. I felt we now knew each other well enough for me to risk a more intimate setting. I still couldn't believe we had hit it off so well, subconsciously I was just waiting for the whole thing to blow up in my face. I rang the doorbell and waited, looking down to see if everything was in place. I felt really awkward in formal clothes, not being used to this type of apparel. Jeans and T-shirts were my kind of clothes but Peanut nearly bit my head off when I let it slip I was taking Melissa to McDonalds for a burger. Obviously I was just yanking her chain, but she was already mad I had taken Melissa to an amusement park for our first date and didn't put it past me that I'd take her to Mickey Dee's for dinner. A mind-numbing shopping trip had ensued, with her doing the shopping and me doing the tripping over bags of purchases. She dragged me, kicking and screaming, to the mall to buy decent clothes for the dinner. I sulked and threw a tantrum but to no avail, she was a woman on a mission and nothing could stop her. Jenna made me buy quite a few outfits, all her choice of course, in anticipation of future dates. According to her this was a chance for her to finally have another female in the group and she wasn't going to let that dream go, even if it meant stripping me and dressing me up herself. So there I stood, dressed in a blue button down shirt, chinos and brown shoes feeling like a show-dog. Woof woof. I had received Jenna's stamp of approval before I set out so I knew I didn't look like a complete tool. The whole episode had been extremely amusing for Nick, and he didn't hesitate to offer his unwanted opinions. Asshole. The door swung open and a curly haired brunette stood there smiling, wearing an apron over her dress. There was flour on her cheek and all sorts of sauces decorated her apron. "Hi, I'm Kelly, Melissa's older sister," she said offering her hand for a shake. "Ryan," I said shaking her hand and stepping in as she stepped aside and pulled me in. Kelly looked nothing like her sister. She was definitely good looking, her curly hair framed her face perfectly and bounced as she moved her head, but no one would mistake them for sisters. I think she saw what I was thinking, "We don't look like sisters do we?" I shook my head. She whispered loudly, "That's coz she's adopted." "I heard that!" yelled Melissa from somewhere in the house. Kelly laughed and led me to the living room. It was beautifully decorated, with white plush couches, an exquisite glass coffee table and various glass and ceramic decorations strewn about the place artfully. The bull in the china shop image flashed in my head. I had a history of clumsiness so I navigated the room carefully, afraid of knocking something over. If this had been my house everything in here would be stuck together with super-glue or sellotape. "My my, Melissa wasn't kidding, you really are cute," Kelly said as she looked me up and down and led me past the living room to the kitchen. I was saved from replying by Melissa shouting "Kelly!" from somewhere. Man, she must have really good ears. Maybe she was an elf. Kelly giggled and put on some mittens to retrieve something from the oven. "I have to house-sit since mom and dad are not here and Lissy is going with you," "Lissy?" I inquired, suddenly very interested in what she was saying. "Oh, that's Melissa's nickname. None of the family has calls her Melissa, sometimes we even forget that's what she's called, makes for some really awkward moments. Our principal in school once gave me a letter and told me to give it to Melissa. I asked him Melissa who? I think he believed me when I told him she was adopted." She said as she added some stuff to the meatloaf she pulled out of the oven. At least I think it was meatloaf, I couldn't tell a boiled egg from a potato. I laughed along with Kelly at the story. I liked her, she was friendly and I could tell she could make anyone feel at ease with her, and that was saying something, since I hardly felt at ease with anyone in the beginning. "Having fun?" Melissa was standing in the doorway of the kitchen with her arms crossed and one foot tapping on the floor like she was mad. She was wearing a little black dress cut low enough to show just a hint of cleavage and ending just above her knees and three inch black heels on her feet. Her hair was done up with a few tendrils left hanging behind her ears, caressing her neck. She was wearing a simple necklace with a small pearl at the end that fell just below her clavicle. She had applied a little make-up just to accentuate her natural look. I know it was a simple look but to me she was breath-taking. Kelly used a finger to pick my jaw off the floor and closed my mouth. I looked at her and she winked at me knowingly. Busted. I must have looked like the wolf in those cartoons whose eyes pop out of his sockets and his tongue rolls out like a red carpet. "You... you look amazing," I managed to croak out to Melissa. "Thank you, you clean up pretty well yourself," she said as she scanned me appreciatively. I was going to give Jenna a thousand kisses when I met her next. She was a life-saver, a miracle worker, a fairy god-mother if you will. I just hope I didn't turn back into a construction worker at the stroke of mid-night. "Shall we?" Melissa said nodding towards the entrance. As she moved her head I saw matching pearl earrings dangling from her delicate earlobes. She really took my breath away. As we stepped out Melissa turned to wish her sister goodbye. She was leaning onto the edge of the door smiling mischievously. Birthday Girl Ch. 04 "Have fun you two," Kelly said with a smile "and behave yourselves." She teased with a stern look, wagging a finger. Melissa rolled her eyes and took my arm, and together we walked to my car. I still couldn't believe this beautiful creature was with me of her own free will. I opened the door for her and she smiled as she got in, flashing me that dimple in the process. Her dress rode up to mid-thigh and I tried not to stare. Her legs were nicely toned, looked she was a runner. I backed out of the driveway and we made our way to the restaurant on the edge of the city. I was nervous but it wasn't debilitating, I could manage coherent sentences, so it was good. ************************************* The restaurant I had opted for was a small outdoor type with the tables set in the open, far enough from each other to offer privacy but not so far that you felt you were dining in the jungle. It was at the edge of the woods and had a very nice ambience with low lighting and the tables illuminated only with candles. There was no moon and stars were twinkling high overhead making the atmosphere even more private and intimate. "Wow, nice place, I haven't been here before," Melissa said looking around as we were shown to our table. "Yeah, they opened just a while back, they're not very well known yet," I said. I would have held out her chair for her but the waiter was already on it, giving her an appreciative look while he was at it. I had a sudden desire to punch him in the face. He brought us our menus and I was terrified. Reading through the dishes I realized I couldn't even pronounce half of them, leave alone knowing what they were. The moment of my demise had arrived. She would laugh at me and realize I was a simpleton who probably belonged in a farm, drinking milk straight from the cow's udder. "You ready to order?" she asked bringing me back from my farm. "Uhmmmm..." I looked at her sheepishly. "What's wrong?" she asked putting down her menu. "This will sound stupid but, this stuff might as well be written in Greek," I said pointing at the menu, "I have absolutely no clue what is written or what to order, im totally out of my element here," I laid it all on the table, pun not intended. That small smile that I was starting to adore was playing on her lips again. "Want me to order for the both of us?" I nodded, still sheepish. Great, next the food will be so complicated she'll have to feed me as well. She rattled off something to the waiter, who probably thought I was brought up by the isolated tribes in the Amazon, then turned back to me as he rushed off. "You're not used to this are you?" she asked. "No," I replied figuring there was no point in lying, "This is actually the first dinner I've gone on, with a girl I mean." Her eyes widened at that, "No way, but then that means," something clicked in her head, "that kiss..." "Yup, first one." Her fingers went to her lips as she looked at me with wonder, "You're kidding me," "Wish I was," "But... you're twenty seven, how..." She shook her head disbelievingly. Aaaaaaaaaaand the prize for the biggest loser goes to... I pictured a big red neon arrow blinking and pointing right down at me. Jackpot. "I was, sorry, I am a really shy person. I find it very difficult to speak to anyone, not just girls and I guess between that and school and work and all the other stuff going on, dating just didn't work out. I tried, I mean it's not like I didn't notice girls or anything but it never led anywhere, it was always a dead end." "That's so rare..." She said slowly. "Yeah, don't I know it. Look if you want to run or something, I promise not to chase you." I tried joking. "You mean your one chance at getting laid and you're going to let me go without a fight?" she asked, eyes wide. We both laughed, the tension broken. "Well now, I didn't know you were that easy, a dinner is all it takes?" "I said 'chance' at getting laid, and you're not going to get anywhere with that attitude." "Tease." She was about to respond when we were interrupted by the waiter bringing the food. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. All that fancy naming and shit and what do we get? Lasagna. Couldn't they just write lasagna on the bloody menu? I wondered what they called French fries here. Spud sticks lightly bubbled in the liquid excretion of the palm fruit and sprinkled with a dusting of an infusion of sodium and chloride. And the waiter had the audacity to look at me like I'm weird. Idiot. "Seems you need to have a PhD in food to order lasagna around here," I said to Melissa after the waiter departed. She almost choked on her bite. "It's not lasagna," she said after a gulp of water, still laughing. "It isn't?" I asked looking at the crap on my plate, astonished. "Okay it is basically lasagna, but they've added..." I didn't get a word she said after that. "So it's Fancy lasagna." I stated after she finished listing the numerous ingredients. She just shook her head, "You're not gonna let it go, are you?" "I'm just saying they're being pretentious. Even if you make a pig wear a hat, it's still a pig." That started a long debate. She refused to back down until I finally decided to let it go, though it was fun watching her defend her point, she looked cute even while arguing. "Fine, it's not lasagna." She smiled triumphantly, apparently proud of her achievement. My fork clattered onto the plate as I almost shot out of the chair. Something had brushed up against my leg. I looked at Melissa to see if she had felt anything but she had her head down and was concentrating on her food. I picked up my fork and almost dropped it again as I felt it again. Something was lightly brushing against my shin. Did this place have cats? Melissa had an innocent look as she calmly ate, pretending to be oblivious to what was going on. The corner of her lip was twitching. "Melly," I started. Her eyes shot up to look at me with her face still looking down. Even her foot stopped moving. "Sa." I quickly added. "I was going to say Melly-sa." She looked back down again and her foot resumed its teasing. It was almost up to my knee now. I was squirming in my seat now looking around to see if anyone else had noticed my odd behavior. I cleared my throat, "Melissa, quit it." I whispered to her. "Whatever do you mean?" It had reached above my knee now. "Seriously, you need to stop." "Stop what?" "What you're doing!" I said through gritted teeth, jabbing at the table with one finger. Her foot retreated as she laughed to herself, "You're too much fun to tease." I breathed a sigh of relief. "I know I'm irresistible, you don't need to make excuses." I said cockily. "Is that now?" "You can deny it all you want, but I know you want some of this," I said pretending to lick a finger and placing it on my chest, making a sizzling sound. She laughed and threw a napkin at me, "Shut up, you." We were soon done with the food and the plates were taken away, leaving us with our glasses of wine. I hadn't had more than one glass as I was driving and she'd only had one as well. The bill arrived and I paid although she insisted we split it. "You men and your egos" she complained. "We do like our egos" I agreed. "I'll pay... you shouldn't lift that... you can't drive," she said in a high pitched voice, waving her arms around. "I don't know about the paying and the lifting, but I totally agree with the driving part." I didn't mean it but it was time for a little payback for the footsy games. "You sexist pig!" "What? I'm just saying the truth." "I can drive anything you can better than you, even that tin can you brought me here in." she said indignantly. Tin can? Oh no she didn't. "My dear Melly, my car is a manual, not an Auto. It got a little stick with a ball on top you have to use to change gears, you don't just put it in D and forget about it." I told her as if I was explaining to a little child. She was throwing daggers at me with her eyes. "Gimme the keys," "Say what now?" "The keys, Sebastian Loeb." "You're serious?" She just held out her hand. "You know what a clutch is, right?" She beckoned impatiently. I slowly put the keys in her palm, still doubtful. "Have you ever driven a Turbo? It's this thing that whistles and makes the car go faster a little while after you've pressed the gas," I explained to her as we walked to the car. I had a bad feeling about this but she had a determined look on her face. We got in and she started the car after putting it in neutral. That calmed me some-what. I strapped myself in as she engaged reverse and slowly backed out. What do you know, she could drive a manual. She shifted to first and smoothly pulled out of the parking lot without a single jerk or bog. I was impressed. My Celica had a heavy clutch and I was sure it wasn't easy operating it in heels. I still wasn't going to back down though. "Not bad," I said, "for a girl." Bad idea. I should really tape my mouth shut. She downshifted to second, revved to seven thousand and dumped the clutch. The tires squealed as the car lurched forward, all three hundred and five horses going berserk under the hood. I grabbed the edges of the bucket seats trying to look for another seat belt to strap on. She looked focused and in control when I chanced a look at her, both hands on the wheel as she concentrated on the road. I couldn't help thinking she looked sexy as hell. "Melissa, slow down, no one is chasing us." She backed off at hundred miles per hour and slowed down to a more comfortable fifty before turning to me smiling "Whatcha' think now?" "You're crazy." "Told ya I could drive this thing better than you," she shifted to fifth and coasted along on the deserted road. It was a long narrow stretch lined with trees on either side and it was completely dark except for the headlights illuminating the tarmac ahead. "Where did you learn how to drive a stick?" I asked shifting lower in my seat putting my hands on the headrest behind me. "My ex," she said simply, not explaining any further. I was debating whether to ask her more. I knew I shouldn't, but I still felt a pang of jealousy upon hearing about her ex. I wasn't naïve enough to think she'd never had a boyfriend before but that didn't mean I had to like it. Sue me, I don't like sharing. I was staring at the yellow lines disappearing under the car, contemplating the best course of action when suddenly a deer bounded onto the middle of the road and stopped almost a hundred feet away, standing across the road and looking at the car. I shot up to attention immediately and grabbed the dashboard. The car showed no signs of slowing down and we were getting closer to the deer at a frightening pace. I looked at Melissa to see her in shock, staring with wide eyes at the deer. "Melissa brake!" I shouted, knocking the gear lever into neutral position and reaching for the hand-brake. She snapped out of it and slammed the brakes, the momentum throwing us forward, held back only by our seatbelts. I yanked the handbrake up and the tires screamed in protest as the tail started swinging out to the right. I grabbed the wheel but before I could counter-steer we were already too late. I heard a sickening crunch as the car rammed into the deer, the right corner hitting it head-on. I could feel the metal frame give way and hear the glass of the right headlight as it shattered. The deer got scooped up onto the hood, but that's the last thing I saw as the air-bags deployed. We were both slammed back into our seats by the expanding balloons of gas. Shit, were these things supposed to save you or decapitate you? They hurt like a bitch. I felt the car finally stop and heard something slide off the car and drop to the road, the car rocking once before becoming to rest. Still disorientated, I reached out beside me to check if Melissa was ok. I found her upper arm and squeezed. As the air-bags went slack I coughed and sputtered and shook my head before turning to Melissa. She was also coughing and her hands were covering her face. I was wondering why she looked blurry before I realized my glasses had broken and fallen off. Thank god I hadn't worn contacts. Giving her a once over I decided she was unhurt, switched on the hazards, and got out of the car to walk over to her side and pull her out. The deer was already getting to its feet and on seeing me, it jumped up and leaped away into the trees on the opposite side of the road, apparently totally unhurt as well. Tough deer, I needed to start eating my veggies too. I opened the driver's side door and leaned down. Melissa still had a look of shock on her face. Her fists were clenched tight and she was breathing rapidly. "Melissa," I called out softly and touched her arm. There was no response. She was staring blankly ahead, her breathing rising. She was in shock. "Melissa, come here," I reached in and released her seat belt and gently took her by the arms and guided her out of the car. She just followed with a distressed look on her face. I stood her against the side of the car and rubbed her arms, trying to get her to look at me. "Hey, are you ok? Melissa?" I shifted so my face was in her line of vision. "Hey, you alright?" "I hit someone." She stated, tensing up. "It was just a deer Mel, it's ok," I tried to ease her concern. "I... I froze." She said and looked down. "Hey, it happens," I put a finger under her chin and lifted it so I was looking into her eyes, "It happens Melissa, even I've been there, it's a natural response." "But, but it could have been a person, and... and someone might have died tonight because of me," she said as she put her face in her hands and turned away from me, "Oh God, I'm so stupid," she mumbled into her hands. I turned her towards me and hugged her, knowing words wouldn't calm her right now. I put my arms around her and held her against me gently as she wrapped her hands around my waist and buried her face in my shoulder. She was shivering but I knew it wasn't because of the weather. I held her like that for five minutes, rubbing her back and kissing the top of her head as she calmed down, her breathing returning to normal. Finally she pulled away gently, looking down. "I'm sorry," she said. "Don't be ridiculous. It could have happened to anyone, deer don't exactly use zebra crossings now do they?" That got a small laugh out of her before her eyes bulged again and her hands went to her mouth, "Your car!" We went to the front to assess the damage. It was just as I thought. The right side was smashed in, the headlight in pieces, the hood dented in and the windscreen had cracked where the deer hit. Thankfully the engine was still running and it looked like the car could still move. "I'm so sorry!" I heard beside me. Melissa was close to tears again as she took in the wreck. "It's ok, trust me, the car is fixable. We are unhurt, that's the important part," I told her putting an arm around her shoulder. She still dint look convinced and kept biting her nails nervously. "C'mon, let's get out of here before it decides to break down completely. I haven't seen a single car on this road since we stopped and I don't wanna wait for one if we get stranded." I guided her to the passenger side and got her in before getting in myself. Maneuvering the air-bag out of the way, I shifted to first and released the clutch, praying the car would move. It was a good thing we still had one headlight working otherwise it would have been impossible to navigate in the pitch black of the night, with a spider-web for a windscreen. There were a many groans and creaks and quite a few noises that definitely should not be there but thankfully the car moved. An occasional hiss would sound and the car was wobbly and kept veering to one side so I drove slowly and carefully. Melissa found my broken glasses, another reason to upset her again. I put my free hand on hers and she squeezed back, glad for the reassurance. It took us an hour to get back at the slow speed we were travelling, each of us saying only a handful of words on the way back. I kept holding her hand the entire way and I knew she was grateful for the simple touch. We pulled into her driveway and I left the engine running. She looked over at me and gasped, "Oh my God, you're bleeding!" "What? Where?" I searched my face, trying to look in the rearview mirror. "Just above your left eye, I must have missed it in the dark." It was a small cut where my glasses must have dug into my skin when the air-bag exploded. "It's just a scratch, don't worry," I said dismissing it. "No! You're coming in and I'll have a look at it." "Melissa, if I switch off the engine it might not turn again. Don't worry about it, I'll be fine, you go and relax, I'll call you tomorrow ok?" "No. If your car dies I'll drop you home. Let's go in." She was adamant. I knew she thought the crash was her fault and she was feeling guilty and wanted to do something to make it up, no matter how small. "Fine," I relented, turning the key to switch off the car, "let's go." She fussed over me, turning my face this way and that to see if I was hurt anywhere else as we waited for her sister to open the door. I let her have her way as I was enjoying the attention. A pretty girl was willingly fussing over me, who was I to deny. Kelly opened the door and the smile dropped from her face as she took in the scene. "What happened?" she asked, worried. "Car crash," Melissa said as she dragged me into the living room. I sat on the couch as she went off to look for the First-aid kit. "How? Where? Are you hurt?" Kelly fired off questions following us. "Speed Racer here hit a camel." I told her as Melissa came back. She glared at me, "It's not funny." "Too early?" "We hit a deer," she told her sister as she pressed the alcohol soaked cotton-wool a little harder than necessary into the wound. I winced. Melissa recited the whole story clinically, as if she were giving a statement to the police. "Lissy, you know better than that, how could you do something like reckless like that?" Kelly started. I could see Melissa's lips tighten and a look of anger flash across her face. I guess this is what it meant to be the youngest in the family, everyone treated you like an irresponsible kid. "Kelly, it wasn't her fault, the deer came out of nowhere, there is nothing anyone could have done, we just wouldn't have stopped in time." I defended her. "That's ok, but speeding like that-" "She wasn't speeding." I cut her off, "We were under the limit and there was no reckless driving involved. It was a freak accident Kelly, it could have happened to anyone, it's like blaming someone for being shot at point blank range." It seemed like she wanted to say something else but kept quiet. "Are you sure you're both Ok?" she asked still concerned. We both nodded. "Are radiologists allowed to pretend to be doctors?" I asked Kelly. Melissa was putting on the band-aid and once again put more force than necessary. I needed to time my jibes better, she might rip off the band-aid off next time. "I guess I better go and check if my tin can will turn over," I said getting up. Melissa got up with me, "I'll go with you, in case your tin can doesn't start and you need to be dropped." At least she was joking again. "Thanks for bringing her back safe Brian," Kelly said as she came over and gave me a brief hug, "and take care and drive safe. No more surprise accidents, ok?" Birthday Girl Ch. 04 I nodded, "I'll try." Melissa held my hand and stayed close to me all the way to the car, as if she was afraid of letting me get too far away. I turned the ignition and the car started, sounding like someone had put spoons in a metal can and was shaking the whole thing around. I just hope I didn't damage it more by driving it. I got out to say good-bye to Melissa, who was standing patiently by the car. "Thanks," she said. "For what?" "For standing up for me in there. They treat me like toddler and I'm sure I'm going to get an earful from the rest but at least I'll have Kelly on my side." "You want me to have a word with the rest of them?" I said in my best gangster voice, pretending to smoke a cigar. She laughed shaking her head, "I think I can handle them. It's just nice to know you're on my side." She took my hands and pulled herself closer, "What are you going to do about the car?" "I have a friend who owns a garage. I'll drive up tomorrow and see what he says, it's still running so that's a good sign, hopefully it won't be too damaged internally." Her look turned sad again, "I'm really sorry Brian," "Hey, no more apologies ok? We'll call it even when I total your Q7" I teased. "You're never going to see the inside of my car," she said as she wrapped her arms around me. She came up to just under my chin, and I rested it on top of her head. She had had enough excitement for one night and I didn't want to push for anything else, I was content with just holding her close. She pulled away after almost a minute and I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her on her forehead before letting her go. She grabbed my hand as I was turning away and pulled me back and quickly planted her lips on mine for a quick peck. "No need to be too much of a gentleman," she said, letting me go. A fire was lit inside me at the contact and I wanted to grab her and kiss the living hell out of her right here, right now, but I held back knowing it wasn't the time or place for that. "See you Saturday?" she inquired, referring to the backyard barbeque party Nick had organized at his house. "Can't wait. Think you can avoid all the animals between here and Nick's place?" She pushed me towards the car smiling, "Get out of here before I chase you with a frying pan." "Alright, see you Lissy," I said getting into the car. "Call me if you stall." "Sure thing." I pulled out of the driveway as she walked back to the house and drove off, the car banging and rattling like a tractor with a throat infection. It wasn't the best of ways to end the night, I could think of a few things I could have gone better, like not hitting a deer, but now I knew Melissa had a vulnerable side as well, apart from her usual confident visage. It made her more approachable, she was also human, just like me. Maybe this whole thing wasn't going to blow up in my face after all. Sweet. Birthday Girl Ch. 05 Hey guys, I know this is getting pretty standard but thanks a lot for your votes and especially the comments. I'd really like your feedback on this one since it's the first time I'm writing a sexy scene (for some reason saying that reminds me of Borat). Kindly bear in mind I'm a complete novice at this so any helpful suggestions would be much appreciated. I have made up some places and stuff to fit the story; you'll know when you see it. Names and places... Coincidence... fiction... unintentional Enjoy! P.S. Yes I'm a car guy. Well spotted, fellow enthusiast. ********************************************* The sun is shining, the weather is sweet. I think Bob Marley wrote that song on a day just like this one. There was nary a cloud in sight in the blue sky and the sun was just on the cusp of being unbearable, making its presence known but not too much that we would run inside cowering. The grills were out and Nick was manning them with a hawks eye of precision. If there was one thing Nick liked more than making my life hell, it was grilling. To his credit, the results were always spectacular. He always managed to come up with new recipes from the oddest ingredients and somehow the end product was always delicious. Today he was making burgers with the patties made of a mixture of chicken and minced lamb. Hopefully it would turn out ok. If not, there was always KFC. It was an afternoon where you just wanted to lounge around and soak up the sun, which was exactly what people were doing. There were around ten people, all friends of ours milling around, some taking a dip in the pool and generally having a good time. Melissa was yet to arrive with Bill and Sally. "Any luck?" Nick asked, after looking around to check whether Jenna was within earshot. "Yeah, I spoke to the wildlife conservation people yesterday." "And...?" he was impatient. "They were hesitant at first, and it took a lot of convincing, but in the end I made them an offer they couldn't refuse." I said in my best Godfather imitation, which wasn't very good. I sounded like I had a sore throat. "So it's done?" he asked, eyes bulging with hope. "Yup." I said nodding. "Hell Yeah!" he flipped the tongs he had in his hands and did a little break dance on the spot before freezing mid-step. "Wait. What offer?" he asked suspiciously, turning towards me. "Don't worry about it," I evaded, "Nothing you can't handle." "What offer?" he asked again menacingly. "It's nothing!" I said with my hands out in front of me. "Brian, spit it out or I'll stick these in you," he brandished the tongs at me threateningly. "Don't you trust me at all?" "Now!" "Youjusthavetoadoptone," I mumbled quickly. He froze. The tongs advanced until they were right under my nose. "I have to what?" "You have to adopt one." I said warily, keeping my eyes on the sharp tongs twitching slightly in his grip. I could see his jaw clenching and unclenching as he processed this information. "You're kidding me right? Please tell me you're joking." I didn't respond, instead pretending to look at a bird flying past overhead. "Brain, what the hell man, can't you ever do anything right?" He stalked off back towards the grill, "it was a matter of asking a simple question, but no, you have to go and make me adopt a freaking behemoth!" I followed at a safe distance, ready to bolt at a moments notice. I knew he would react like this, getting all mad and excited before taking a minute to listen to the whole story. He was still ranting as he attended to the grill, making sure his beloved chicken didn't get burnt. His concerns weren't totally unwarranted though, I did have a habit of screwing up in grand ways, and everyone knew that. When I was younger my mom never sent me to the grocery store. She'd tell me to get a packet of milk and I'd return with half the store, sans the milk. "Dude, it isn't as bad as you think. It's not like you have to put a leash on it and tie it to your garage door or anything." I tried to reason with him. "Then what? I build a basket full of fluffy pillows for it in my backyard?" He asked still pissed. "Maybe it can use the pool as a watering hole!" "You just have to pay a small amount annually for its up-keep and stuff, that's it." "That's it?" he echoed, calming down some. "Yes, that's it. If you feel like it, you can go visit sometimes, but even that's optional." "You're sure?" he asked still skeptical. "Despite what you and your girlfriend think of me, I'm not a complete buffoon Nick. You're good, trust me." The smile returned on his face and he flipped a piece of chicken higher than normal, catching it deftly as it came down and returned it to the hot bed of coals. "Awesome. Now we just have to convince Jenna and Melissa to come for the trip." "I don't know about Lissy man, I don't think I've known her long enough for her to agree for a trip." "Just help me convince Jenna. She'll do the rest." Knowing Jenna, that could mean showing up in a non-descript black van outside Melissa's house, faces covered with pantyhose, and putting a sack over her head, kidnapping her, and taking her all the way to our destination before revealing ourselves. "Dude, Jenna..." I tried to object. "Relax," Nick had already guessed my concerns, "She really likes your girlfriend, she's not going to do anything stupid, that's reserved for you." "Are we really doing this?" I asked him with a little doubt in my voice, "you could just take her for dinner and drop the ring in the champagne." "Don't you dare back out of this now," the tongs of death were back. Maybe he was Vlad the Impaler in a previous life. "You're the one that spurred this on, and you're not backing out now." "Alright alright, I was just asking, that's all," I said with my hands up. "We just need to make sure Jenna doesn't get even a whiff of this or else it will blow up in our faces." Jenna took that moment to bound out of the house and rush straight for us wearing a long sponge-bob T-shirt that reached her knees. We immediately changed the topic and started to talk about the grass and how it's a bitch to mow. Too late, she had noticed. "What were you talking about?" she asked as she got to us. "Nothing." We both said in unison. That there was a guilty reaction if I ever saw one. Her eyes narrowed and she put her hands on her hips. I saw Sponge-bob was surfing and his pet snail was directly where her legs met. I never figured out if she picked these outfits on purpose or if it was just pure coincidence. "I'm giving you up to three to tell me what's going on." "There's nothing going on peanut," I tried to sound convincing. "One," "Baby, we were just talking about how I have to cut the grass, look at how long it's grown," Nick tried. "Two," We both started talking at the same time, making a racket, but neither making any sense. "Three." Her hand shot out and she grabbed my right ear between her thumb and first finger, twisting it inward. "Ouch Ouch Ouch!" I screamed, "Why me? Pick on him!" I said pointing at Nick. "Are you going to tell me?" "There's nothing to tell, you psycho!" She twisted my ear further until I was bent down to her level, the pain in my ear unbearable. "I didn't hear you. What was that you said?" she said turning her ear to me. "Nick just tell her dammit!" I said, fearing my ear was going to tear off any second. "We were making plans for a camping trip Jen," Nick finally said, giving her half the truth so that she wouldn't dig for the rest. She released me and I retreated, one hand clamped over my ear, sucking in air from the corner of my lips. My ear was on fire, it was going to be as red as a tomato in a few minutes. "Camping trip? What camping trip?" she rounded on Nick. "We were planning to go for one during the long weekend that's coming up. A colleague of mine told me of this great place around three hundred miles from here. It's hundreds of square miles of land that's been set aside as a wildlife sanctuary and conservation effort. Pure untouched wilderness, and they have camping sites and cabins, depending on your preference. I was thinking we go for it since it's our seventh anniversary since we got together, kind of like a throwback to the old days," said Nick. "Yeah, and it was supposed to be a surprise but you just had to go and ruin it, didn't you?" I said, still rubbing my ear. "I'm not going camping," she said totally ignoring me, "I refuse to pee in the bushes and I will not go for three days without a shower." "There are cabins, babe," Nick wasn't going to give up that easy. Jenna's interest was piqued and she appeared to mull over it. "How do we know they are any good?" Nick smiled. He had prepared for this. He withdrew his phone from his shorts and scrolled for a few seconds before handing it to Jenna. She gasped. I joined her to see what she was looking at as Nick hadn't shown me this either. It was a quaint little wooden cabin set in a lush green field against the backdrop of an imposing forest, at dusk. It had a run-down, lived in look and there was even smoke coming out of the chimney on one end. "This is the place?" Jenna asked awed. "Yeah, the colleague I told you about went there last month and took that pic himself, it's no advertising or Photoshop gimmick." Jenna looked at the picture longingly and half heartedly said, "But it's almost the end of the term and you know how much there is to do at the school around this time..." Nick had one more card up his sleeve, "They have a telescope for star-gazing." Nick and Jenna were amateur astronomers and they loved observing the night sky at any opportunity they got. We had spent quite a few weekends back in college in the woods, away from the city lights, with a telescope, staring at the night sky trying to look for Mars or Jupiter. It was something else to be able to look upon another world, millions of miles away, revolving around the sun just as we were and try to imagine what it must be like out there. "You're going to help me grade all the papers when we get back," she said, pointing at Nick. "Babe, they're in kindergarten..." he stopped when Jenna glared at him, "Fine, grading it is." "How many of us are going? Just us three?" she asked. "Actually, we were kind hoping you would be able to convince Melissa to come," Nick said, rubbing the back of his neck. I was busy looking up at the birds again. "I see, I have to do all your dirty work," she said, then looked at me, "You owe me for this one Bry." She was just messing with me. She liked to be all tough because I always bullied her and she got precious few opportunities to get back at me, which come to think of it, were now rapidly increasing ever since Melissa had come into the picture. Lissy was one area she could exploit my weakness and there was hardly anything I could do about it. Dammit, I was no longer a lone wolf anymore, a renegade destined to roam the vast plains, bound to no-one and nothing, taking what I needed, doing what I wanted, eternally free, supreme master of my domain. "Yeah fine, I owe you, you owe me, same thing," I said dismissively. "Jenna!" we heard from the other side of the pool. It was Sally, waving as she walked towards us, hand in hand with Bill. She was wearing a sheer white sundress, her green two piece bikini quite evident underneath. Melissa was a step behind her in a yellow T-shirt depicting Tweety on the front, her hands in her denim shorts and flip flops. She still made my heart skip a beat when I saw her flashing me a grin. Jenna met them half-way and they had their usual Hug-O-Mania. Bill came over and we shook hands. "Shit, is that a coal-fired grill?" Bill asked eyeing Nick's chrome plated prized possession, "I haven't seen one of these since I was a kid, used to make some of the best steaks I've ever had." Little did he know he had made a life-long friend with that innocent comment. Nick was all smiles and proceeded to giving him an in depth analysis of the working of his overturned garbage can. That's what I thought of it, I hated cooking. I had the patience of a three year old on an espresso binge, cooking just wasn't my thing. I was surprised when Sally gave me a warm hug. I wasn't used to hugs from people I wasn't familiar with, they were too complicated and required positioning of body parts in ways I was not competent with. Melissa being the exception, of course. She just fit into me like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Usually I just ended up banging heads with the other person. I say hugs should be replaced with fist-bumps, make the world a simpler place. "I heard what happened, thanks for getting Lissy home safe," she said as she pulled away. "Uhmmm... yeah it was, I didn't..." "I know, anyone would have done the same thing right?" She finished for me. I just smiled sheepishly. Melissa then came up and hugged me as well, pressing the full length of her body against me. Okay so maybe all hugs shouldn't be replaced with fist-bumps. I needed to conduct a detailed research on the matter. We held each other for slightly longer than necessary before she pulled away, running her hands down my arms. "What happened to your ear?" she asked, eyes flitting over my right ear which was so red you could signal aliens with it. I looked at Jenna pointedly, who stared back, daring me to tell on her. Melissa followed my gaze and smiled, "You probably deserved it." I turned to her in shock, "Who's side are you on?!" Jenna dragged Melissa to her side and stuck her tongue out at me. "They were planning a camping trip to the Himalayas and they were keeping it a secret from me," Jenna told Melissa. "The Himalayas are in Nepal, Peanut," I said shaking my head, "and we were obviously going to tell you about the trip, it's not like we could have teleported you there without you knowing." "Gee thanks for clearing that up for me Mr. World Atlas, here I was thinking the Himalayas were in Burkina Faso," she said sarcastically as she took Melissa and Sally towards the house. Sylvester could be seen looking for Tweety on the back of Melissa's T-shirt. "Where you going?" Bill asked as the girls disappeared into the house. "Rhinestone Everglades Conservation Park," Nick told him. "Isn't that the place where they have all those endangered species?" "That's the one." "Awesome." Nick then got a look in his eye that I knew very well. He had made up a plan and was going to go ahead and execute it without any consultation of its viability whatsoever. Like the time he decided to bring home two ducks, for no reason at all. Thankfully they ran away within two days. I shook my head slightly to warn him but I knew it was futile. "Dude, you should totally come with us," he said a little too enthusiastically to Bill. "What? To the park?" "Yeah, why not? Unless you got something else to do over the long weekend," "Not really," Bill said as he rubbed his chin, thinking. Nick's fished out his phone again as he showed Bill the same picture he showed us. Bill gave a low whistle. "We can take the grill..." Nick sweetened the deal. He was a salesman through and through. "I'll have to talk to Sally," Bill said as he handed back the phone. "That won't be a problem," Nick said, "leave that to Jenna." The patties were ready and Nick went about preparing the burgers, lining them up on a small table for everyone to take. The beer was running low in the cooler so I got another batch from the kitchen. The girls came out of the house and my burger stopped half-way in its journey to my mouth. Sally had removed her sheer sundress and was now in her two piece green bikini. She was curvy in all the right places. Jenna, the petite one, was in an orange string bikini, but not too revealing. She might have been petite but no one would mistake her for anything but a female. Melissa was in a modest purple one piece with a matching sarong tied around her waist that fell to mid-thigh. Her legs just went on and on and the bikini hugged her curves like it was painted on. All three looked sexy without being slutty. I had to physically tear my eyes away from Melissa, the tops of her breasts peeking out over the bikini were mesmerizing. Her breasts were not overly big but fit her frame just right, probably a little more than a handful. The taper of her waist that gently swelled into her hips was very feminine and sexy. "They're coming with us for the trip," Jenna announced when they got to us. That was fast. Apparently Jenna had gotten the same idea as Nick and had gone ahead and invited Sally as well. I looked at Melissa with a questioning look and she gave a small nod and a smile. I winked at her then turned back to the others who were oblivious to our little exchange. "Who are 'they'?" Bill asked, playing dumb. Sally slid up to him and snuggled into his side, "Sweetie, they're going for a small holiday the weekend after next, to Rhinestone. I was thinking maybe we can go too?" she had turned the charm on full blast, batting her eyes and walking her fingers across his chest. "I was planning to just relax that weekend, but if you really want to, I guess we can do this instead," he said. I looked at Nick and we grinned knowingly. The guy was a genius. He was racking up some serious boyfriend points pretending to do this for her when he had already agreed to it before. Sally's face lit up as he agreed and she kissed him on the jaw, "Thanks sweetie." Well that was settled. We were going for a trip. I guess when you come to think of it, it was a good idea to bring Sally and Bill along. Melissa would feel more comfortable if she had her friends around compared to being alone with people she had known for only a few weeks. We spent the better part of the afternoon planning the trip, discussing the logistics as the girls kept going into the house occasionally to do their own things. Jenna was ecstatic at having other female friends and doing girly things as opposed to being dragged into doing guy stuff when she was with me and Nick. It had to be a nice change from debating over which spanner was best suited to open a particular type of nut. At one point Jenna was standing by the edge of the pool, talking to someone on the other side, when I got an idea for payback. Twist my ear will she? Let's see how she likes this. "Guy's, watch," I said in a low voice. I walked up behind her casually and stopped with my back facing her back. She was asking if anyone wanted more burgers. Pretending to stretch I lifted my arms up and yawned, then thrust my butt out behind me and bumped her. She gave a small shriek as she lost balance, teetering on the edge, leaning more out than in. Her arms were waving frantically as she tried not to tip over. Time for the coup de gràce. I extended my index finger and gently tapped her in the middle of the back and yelled, "Timmmmmmbeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer!" As if in slow motion she tipped over and fell screaming into the water, a loud slap echoing as she hit the surface face and chest first. That must have hurt. I almost felt bad. Almost. She came up sputtering and spitting water out of her mouth, her eyes shut. "Brian, you Asshole!" she screamed pulling her hair out of her face. By some freaky telepathy powers she instantly knew it was me, even though she hadn't actually seen me yet. Either that or I was the usual suspect. She got out of the pool screaming every expletive known to man-kind and I ran for dear life as she chased me around the pool, picking up plastic plates and glasses and flinging them at me. She tired after the third lap and went to sit on Nick, hitting him in frustration instead. He took it like a sport.