Amanda’s Friend Tells her New Year’s Eve Story…
I can’t believe that I did that.
I went to the club with my girlfriend Amanda, and we looked HOT: I had a thigh-high glittery metallic blue dress and classy four-inch black heels. The music was pumping and I just started off with a few Lemon Drops, nothing too hard…
Amanda and I danced together to start: guys LOVE when chicks dance together, and Amanda put on the Show like she always does — lots of knee bends, the occasional grind on my thigh and that Face Thing she does that she must practice in the mirror…
A couple of guys bought us tequila shots when we got back to the bar: I remember those. The Party was really kicking into gear, and the guys were OK, for starter guys: we’d look for better guys, later…
Someone bought a round of Jager for the bar, so we had that, even though I’m not really a fan of Jager. Amanda started talking to another guy, and he kept putting his hand on her back, and she would shimmy away from it, but playful: you don’t want to commit, one way or the other, when the Night is young…
We had some more drinks with some German guys: they were cute, but I really couldn’t understand much of what they were saying, the accents were tough when the music was so loud, but it made it like we were in some kind of movie…
At some point I lost track of Amanda; she usually slipped away during an evening out: some guy probably had some coke would be my guess…
After that I kinda lost track of time. Things were streaky and. blurry, but in a Party Way, and it is easy to get lost in the moment. I do remember talking to some guy who bought me a Jello Shot, but I don’t know if I ever got his name…
I do remember Trevor: he was the guy who kissed me when it turned midnight. I didn’t plan on kissing him, but he was there when the Time came, so I went with it…
I texted Amanda, but I didn’t get a reply: she was no doubt doing something where a phone is not a priority…
I remember going out and trying to hail a cab, but everyone in Seattle was trying to hail a cab, so I started to walk home. It was cold, but I still felt warm from the alcohol. I only got a block when Trevor pulled up in his Audi. He offered to drive me home, and I got in the car, but the next thing I remember is waking up in Trevor’s apartment and I couldn’t find my panties…
I HATE this part. I quietly got dressed, grabbed my purse, then went down to the lobby where the Lobby Guy smiled at me. Fucker: like you’re one to judge…
There were no Cabs around and I couldn’t find my phone to get an Uber, so I started walking. Yeah: there were stares, and smiles. Yeah, I fucked a guy last night: what were you doing, jerking off to internet porn…?
Anyway, I figured I only sucked Trevor’s cock: my ass didn’t hurt, and I figure he never discovered I was a transvestite because the only other thing he could’ve done was fuck me in the ass…
Maybe I’ll email a picture of my cock to Trevor later in the day: finding out that it was a guy who sucked his cock — that would start his New Year off right…!
I am Laslo.
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