Hey guys, Happy New Year.
I'm Muse's wing and hetero-life partner, Class. And, anyways, I just thought that I'd fill in some details about my night that he left out.
So, to start we went to my friend's house real early just so that I could introduce them to all the people that I knew. But, HEY! surprise I didnt know anyone there when we got there... no problems we just hung out and met new people hurrah. When the party started, the game was on...
Let me tell you all about my target... *devilish laughter*
She's in my book an HB8; Muse gives her a 7.5. D-cups, nice face, banging bootay (for anyone who loves the ass like I do
) I hadn't seen this girl since the first day I had met her when my friend (who hosted the party), a few friends from 'Nova, this girl and I all went to Disneyland: the Gayest Place on Earth. She showed me no interest back then. I don't really blame her, I mean I was even more of an AFC douche than I am now (after considerable progress.) Since, I had conversed with her only through the occasional text message/aim/facebook stuff. To specify: I did NOT SEE or SPEAK with her since the first day I met her.
Earlier the day of the party, she sent me a text message asking if I was going to la festa di ano nuovo. I told her I was and we flirted a bit via text message. I didn't realize how well it was working though. I just thought it was some harmless flirting which I am wont to do from time to time
and it's something that we do with each other every once in a while.
We're at the party playing beer pong and drinkin. I'm about 4 deep already (don't worry that number got a LOT bigger). I get a phone call from HB8 which I answer with the ever-popular, "What the hell do you want?" Remember, I had not spoken with her since the day I met her, just text message and other such forms of impersonal communication. I walk outside break the touch barrier with a hug and we go inside.
Through out the night I lightly touch her and I escalate the value of the touch. At first, it's just an innocent graze, then a grab, maybe a tickle (she's "not ticklish" this is usually just a sign in these circumstances that she wants you to touch her more by challenging you to make her laugh); finally, I'm at the walk up behind and put my arm around her waist and take her hand (Lots of IOI's: squeezes, etc.) I continue the flirting; moving the touch to a light nuzzle of her neck ("Hey! You got your hair in my mouth!" *innocently with an angelic facial expression*, a neg.) But I'm not clinging to her everyone, I am a speed attack. Get in, get the touch, get out, leaving her to look at me saying something funny to friends, dancing a ridiculous jig, singing a gay song, making people laugh.
We go into the living room 15 mins to midnight. The New Year can't come soon enough. I'm standing close but not right by her. When the countdown starts, I smoothly maneuver past the crowd and Voila! I am right beside her; Gosh, what a coincidence! We kiss at midnight and fulfill the perfect cheesy girl fantasy.
I am pretty drunk at this time and I lose her as I go around the room talking and singing... whatever.
A little while later, I see her in front of an open closet texting with her cell phone. Mmm... closet..... the possibilities.
I slink with cat-like agility right behind her and gently nudge her into the closet where I closed the deal. I'm not going to give away any details too nasty, but let's just say it was more than a k close and less than an f.
Goddamn thing about this closet was that it was right by the kitchen and two people at separate times interrupted us. Hence, not the F close.... *sigh* oh well. You can imagine the awkwardness... hehe. Plus, one of the interlopers had hit this shit a while back... hahahha. You shoulda seen HIS face. Anyways, we parted ways that night when I went home to help my incapacitated compatriots i.e. Muse and my highschool hermanos who drink like fish but without the natural ability to endure prolonged exposure to liquids... leaving her sleeping on the floor alone in the house *tear*
missing me.
I have a question tho: How long til I call her and renew the chase?
Thanks guys, happy hunting.
School's out, Class is in.
-- Class.