Cherry Red
I was on a plane home from Canberra and I was sitting across the aisle from a cute girl.
“Do you reckon you can only get a job as a Virgin stewardess if your name ends in I? Look around; Mindi, Cindi, Candi.” She laughed and we chatted for the rest of the flight. She was 20, studying vet science and had been partying with her evil twin all weekend.
I asked for her contact details and told her I’d let her know about my bands gigs... Got caught up with other girls back home and forgot about it..
A couple of weeks back I was at a cocktail lounge with two of my best female friends and we were talking about pickup. They were a little sceptical and said they wanted to see it in action. “OK, choose me a girl and I’ll get her number.”
They both point to a gorgeous cherry redhead8 wearing tiny shorts and high heels. I walked straight up and said hi.
Her face lit up and she said;
“You’re James from Baron Samadhi right?”
Ahhh, yeah.
“I met you on a plane last year when I was totally coming down and looking terrible.”
The gods are pleased with me apparently.
At this point I noticed three guys standing obviously near her with their backs turned; big muscley agro fuckers in polo shirts. One of them leaned his elbow into me and says aggressively.
how’s it goin (fuck off that chick’s mine)
Me: yeah good, how you going? (actually you are a pussy and I know how to handle you)
Dickhead: Good, how you doing (I’m big, be scared of me)
Me: You already asked me that. (You lose)
(To girls) you know these guys?
“No”.
“Cool”, I put my arm around her and turn her away.
“I gotta get back to my friends but give me your number and we should catch up soon.”
I walk back to CC and Charlie who are speechless…
Johnny High pants and I decided to throw a party last weekend, so we invited lots of people, put up lots of fairy lights and bought chips and fizzy drinks.
I didn’t consciously plan it but as everyone arrived I realised that there was about 25 girls and 5 guys. Now this is important. At any social gathering of my friends you can guarantee that there will be half a dozen girls I’ve been with. I’m not a masterful pick up artist. I’m pretty good and getting better but my real talent lies in the fact that when I sleep with a girl or have a relationship with ones that I really like, I can keep them around me. Forever. And I do, I love them forever and surround myself with them; AND I can bring them together without fear or apology.
So Cherry turns up with two friends, the hot drummer from (Archive 11.) post rocks up and there is no mention of the Latin rock star haha. What a girl, handshake like a sailor, left handed rock drummer, talks like a bogan from Sunbury and looks like a glamourgirl. I hand her three darts and say, ok lets play darts. Loser has to kiss the winner. She loses and we both win.
She leaves a bit later to see a band and asks if she should come back later. I say yeah, come by late. She sends me a text at 3am.
“Eh, really want to come over but can’t make it. CrOOk as.”
We plan a date for her to make it up to me next week.
(We go out for a beer the following week and an hour later we’re fucking)
As the night’s winding down I start to pay more attention to Cherry. Her friends are both uptight and I ask how their love life is going and they both say shit (turns out one of them is a virgin. Nothing more dangerous than a plain virgin with a hot friend). I am trying to send them home without Cherry of course and they are suspicious. I do a massage swap with one of them. And then start kino with Cherry. I put my hand on her lower back and then look her virgin friend in the eye, hiding nothing.
Cherry is all, “I don’t know what to do, I want to go out but they’re going home.” Her friends are; Just come home, you have to work tomorrow. She turns to me “What should I do?”. It sounds simple but it is moments like those that define your competency. My first rule is NEVER APOLOGISE. What I mean in this case is not apologising for the fact that I want to fuck her and she wants me. So I say this and I don’t care who hears it:
“You should just stay here.”
I can see the relief as she says ok. I delete the guy that had offered to take her out. A random British backpacker dude who had thrown up earlier is passed out on the couch and as I’m getting him a blanket the plain virgin says “You better look after him, you tool.” I stop, turn to her, pause and say very calmly “Did tell me in my house that I have to look after a stranger and then call me a tool?” She’s silent.
“Goodnight Becky”.
Everyone leaves, I tuck in the backpacker and take Cherry to my room.
My god, What a kitten. Ranks in the top five tits I’ve ever seen, perfect creamy skin, peach of an arse and a crumpet so smooth it creates a vacuum that sucks you in. Sigh**… I try not to come more than once a week but when I do, I’m usually done for the night. But sometimes you gotta unleash.. with this gem I could not get enough.
I felt like the best type of white trash standing bare chested on the verandah, beer cans and streamers all over the concrete, waiting for her cab with a gorgeous nymph leaning on me, waving at the neighbours as they walked the Sunday dogs.
When Johnny came in my room later and asked if the 5 condoms on the floor were all from last night I just smiled and said “Great party huh?”
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