Zac OR You Never Even Called Me By My Name (791 hits)
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Submitted by Bukowski (View user info) at 2005-06-06 16:04:06 EDT
11:43P.M- Ring...Ring...Ring...Amy...I think not, DECLINE.
11:57P.M- Ring...Ring...Ring...Dont Answer...That one's pretty self-explanatory, DECLINE.
1:23A.M- Ring...Ring...Ring...Hannah...Oh hell yes, this one could be interesting, ACCEPT. WrOnG, Goddamnit. If I wasn't already awake, I'd be pissed that I wasted my time on this shit. It's important to note that at this point in the night, my high is about to take a very serious turn. I don't know exactly where this is going to end, but before I know it, I'm in my truck turning some corners I've never even seen before. Just hop on the freeway, run around 610 to the Heights, through downtown and into River Oaks, down Westheimer for a midnight snack at well past midnight, and then all that is left is home. A couple sandwiches and my last cold beer later, I'm back where I started, in my driveway, staring at the clock. When is this going to stop? It is three in the morning, and once again, I'm just getting home and I'm still not tired. I can't wait for the night when I can sleep ilke a normal person...Fuck it, just go to bed, it will happen before you know it.
4:44A.m- Hey lil momma, let me whisper in ya ear, tell ya somethin' you might like ta hear...Hold on, What The Fuck, only one person has that ring, what could she possibly want at this hour? I guess we'll know soon enough
Me:Hello
Her:Hey, What's up?
M:Are you kidding, I'm asleep. What are you doing?
H:Oh, nothing. What are you doing?
M:Sleeping...Why are you still up, what the fuck are you doing you crazy person?
H:Don't worry about it, I think you need to come to my house
M:Really, now...As nice as that sounds, I can't help but think you're messing with me. There's just no way you're serious
H:I've never been more serious. Fucking come to my house, call me when you're outside.
M:(damn, maybe this bitch isn't playing)Alright then,let me get some pants on and I'll head over there.
H:Hurry
-Click-
M:Hey, I'm here, come downstairs
H:Hold on, where are you? Oh, ok, just stay there, I'll come out to the car.
M:Cool, bring me so -Click- FUCK
Just by your voice, I can tell you're fucked up, but it's not until I actually see you that I know just how fucked up you are. It's been a long time since I've watched you walk out across that lawn and up to the door of my truck. There are some good memories there, some funny ones too, and thankfully not really anything bad to speak of. Tonight might be different, as I watch you stumble through the door, I wonder, will she make it all the way here before she falls? Of course, you did, less than gracefully might I add, but then again, it IS 5 in the fucking morning. Sobriety is about the only thing that would surprise me at this point. Your hand hits my door just before it swings open and it is deja vu. How many times has this exact situation taken place?
"Before you say anything, you have to promise me something," you mumble as your eyes squeeze closed. I can only guess what that something might be. "Just please don't make fun of me. I'm very drunk, very." Haha, not what I expected, but sure, whatever you say. I can still make fun of you in my head. So naturally, I agree, and see the smile I haven't seen in months. I can tell the difference between that smile and your usual, fake, presentable smirk. The first real smile in months is followed by no other than the first kiss in months. I'm not sure if you realize what you've just done, but the look in your eyes as you pull away afterwards tells me that it is starting to hit you. "Ok, that's it, no more," you say as your thoughts finally catch up with your actions. Sure, anything you say, I think to myself. You sit back in your seat and smile as I ask you where it is you have in mind that we should go. "Just drive," you say. About a block later, I ask the same question. "Park right here." We're still on your street, I can almost see your house from here, but Ok. "You have to promise me something, baby," you say, half-whining, half-pleading. Anything for you. "Please don't make fun of me for being so fucked up." I already promised you that, but sure. With this 'other' promise, comes another kiss and then another. But I thought you said no more. "I don't care, it's been a long time, let's go back to my house." I'm thinking, 'Are you sure that's such a good idea', but I'll never say it. With that thought, the engine shakes to a start, and we creep back down your street. "Park here, I really can't get into any more trouble." HaHa, anything you say. So once again, we climb the front steps and disappear into the secure darkness that is your house.
We don't even make it to the stairs just inside your front door before we grab each other. A couple kisses, and I feel just like I did when we first got together some months ago.I know almost every curve of your body, so I know just how to touch you to get the reacition I want. Still at the bottom of the stairs, you're either getting nervous or wet, I can't tell which from here. "Come upstairs with me, Zac," you whisper in my ear. What, what the FUCK did she just say. Are you fucking kidding me bitch, there's no way I just fucking heard that. 'What did you just say?,' I ask, feigning ignorance. "Zac, let's go upstairs." 'If you're going to use me, you could at least get my fucking name right,' I say, trying not to scream at you and wake up the whole goddamned house. In your drunken state, it takes you a minute to realize what the fuck you just did. The look on your face tells me everything I need to know, and more, unfortunately. I don't even know what the story is between you and this fucking kid, but I know you really like him. I know because I know when you fucking lie to me. At this point, I consider walking out, but I know better. Like any guy, I'm horny, and it's pretty obvious to me that your libido is getting the best of you. For once, I think you want it more than I do. Realizing your mistake, you look me in the eye, and do your best to lie and cover up your little fuck up, but to no avail, I already heard it. I already know you don't really give a shit about me. You don't really want me here, there is someone else you would have called, but supposedly the faggot has a girlfriend. But you apologize anyways, kiss me, and then push me towards the stairs.
Just outside your bedroom door, you grab my arm and turn me around. To my surprise, you're right there, up on your toes, waiting with a kiss. As your lips reach mine, you push me gently backwards through the door. Moments later, you follow my steps, and lock the door behind you. Once again, it is some ridiculous hour, and I find myself sitting on the edge of your bed, watching you glide across to floor and up to me. I stand as you unzip your sweatshirt to reveal a bright pink bra with tiny little polka dots. Your skin is smoother than I remember, your scent sweeter. "Lay down," you murmur, between kisses. Here we are, just like old times, my arms around you and yours around me like nothing ever happened. It's a feeling I have no real explanation for, when I'm with you, I'm happy. Much to my surprise, I'm soon to find out just how horny you actually are.
Like any other night, we're laying in your bed. But this night is about to have an unusual twist. After a few minutes of the kissing that was customary on our nearly nightly visits, which are now far in the past, the devil inside you showed itself. I made my usual advances, a little investigation as to what lingerie this day should bring, onlyto have you stop me and pull my hand away. Before I realize what's happening, you kiss my fingers and guide my hand right past that pretty pink thong I've seen so many times before. My pleasant surprise in your aggressiveness leads to a somewhat unpleasant surprise. Let's just say some things are not how I left them just a ciuple months ago. There was a time when two fingers was a real stretch and I was hesitant to do it for fear of hurting you, but now three fit where two did not before. I'm pretty sure I don't want an explanation. What you don't know can't hurt you, but it might disgust you. But, back to the story at hand. It's been quite some time, since I've heard you this vocal, so I know I must be doing something right. After a while, I don't hear anything, but feel this sharp, unidentifiable pain in my neck. What The Fuck, I think to myself. As your jaw relaxes, your teeth lose hold of my neck and I feel a warm, wet flick against my skin. Funny thing is, I would swear you just said something. As I pull my head back to look into your eyes, I realize what it is you just said. For a little peace of mind, I feign as though I did not hear, and make you say it again. "Eat me out," comes out as more of a hissed order than a whispered request. Holy Shit. This girl IS horny. About ten seconds later, I'm still there, looking into your eyes, perplexed beyong any normal definition of the word. Lucky for you, you might just get what you want...in time.
So the kissing and caressing resumes, for now at least. They say that a dog is a man's best friend. Wrong. A man's best friend is the clit. With a little devotion and dexterity, all you need is a thumb to change a girl's opinion of you. What I don't understand is why you kept stopping me. Every time I started again, you only got louder and louder and louder. And that's just my left hand. Just you wait, in a few, we may be waking the neighbors.
It's funny how one muscle acn receive so many different reactions. Moans, groans, screams, they are all because of one tiny muscle. Your fists clench sheets as your back arches and your volume increases as I wonder when your sister is going to wake up. For a second, I actually have to hold your legs to stop them from twitching. By this point, the sounds have changed. No more moans, no screaming, just panting. Faster and heavier and heavier and faster, until your thighs squeeze and you just can't pant anymore. A long sigh and an even longer kiss later, you put me on my back and lay your head on my chest to recuperate. "What are you thinking," you say, as you grab my dick for the first time in a very long time. Well, you could at least return the favor. "I'm not going to fucking give you head, if that's what you're thinking," you scream as you squeeze again but do not let go. If your sister was not already awake and fully aware of the situation, she sure is now. Fuck it, I'm tired anyways. A few more kisses and we're both drifting off to sleep. You're asleep long before me, and I'm almost glad. I squeeze the hand of the arm you have draped across my chest, pull the hair back from in front of your eyes, kiss your forehead, and I'm out.
In what seems like no time at all, there is a knock on your bedroom door. Oh shit, I think to myself,this could prove to be interesting. Before I can react, I hear a hand hit the knob, and I think back and try to remember if it is locked or not. click-click, thank fucking God, it's locked. Another knock comes before your mother announces herself. Funniest part is, you never woke up. Thank God she didn't really need to talk to you. As soon as she left the doorway, I was back to sleep with you. A few minutes later, your phone starts ringing. It's her, so I wake and make you answer, fearing she knows I'm in here with you. Nope, of course not, she just wanted to tell you she loves you. What a nice lady. Once again, we go back to sleep, only this time your legs are wrapped around mine and that draped arm is clutching me. Goddamn, that's a good feeling.
Eventually, that time has to come where we must part ways. Luckily for me, that time did not come all too soon. As usual, we take our sweet time getting up and out of the room. You step out just before me and of course, your sister is standing right fucking there. I stop, momentarily, knowing this is about to get very awkward. A deep breath and another step, and her suspicions are confirmed when she sees me. Yes, those noises you heard were us. All of them. Naturally, she doesn't even have to speak, the look in her eyes is all we need. Fuck it, she's just jealous, haha. Before I can even get down the stairs, you volunteer me for some kind of bullshit. Not too ba though, I just have to help your sister, who at this point won't look me in the face, with her bags. Without hesitation, I grab her shit and walk downstairs, hoping you're following. And you are. She goes to her car, and we go to mine. "Are you hungry? I am starving," you say through the slur of your obvious hangover. 'Naw, I'm cool, I just ate a couple hours ago,' I say, hoping you'll get the joke. A couple cheap laughs and we're off to get some food. All I get is orange juice, even though youn offered to pay. "It's the least I can do," you say. Their microwave beeps, the guy hands me your breakfast, and we head back to my truck. As we pull up to your house, I ask if I should come in or if that would get too awkward. "Did you leave anything inside that you'll need?" you ask. I sure didn't. "Good...Listen, thanks for coming over last night. I had a good time, but don't take it too personal. I was horny and fucked up, it probably wouldn't have happened otherwise. I have to go pack but I'll talk to later when I get back," you say as we exchange goodbyes and you walk back into the house.
I'm just glad I can serve a purpose. But if you're going to use me, you could at least get my fucking name right.
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Submitted by hot_pocket (user info) at 2007-02-20 14:55:07 EST (#)
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"Good...Listen, thanks for coming over last night. I had a good time, but don't take it too personal. I was horny and fucked up, it probably wouldn't have happened otherwise.
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dude, are you banging my ex? ive gotten that line from her a couple times
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-06-07 19:34:18 EDT (#)
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'If you're going to use me, you could at least get my fucking name right'
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Are you SURE you have a penis? I mean, does it REALLY matter?
You fuckin' kids today, I swear...
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2005-06-07 09:50:25 EDT (#)
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Submitted by DonkeyOnTheEdge (user info) at 2005-06-06 23:25:21 EDT (#)
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Ahhhh, Southerners. Is their anything they can't do?
Submitted by GodChicken (user info) at 2005-06-06 18:24:38 EDT (#)
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Submitted by SiskelandFatboy (user info) at 2005-06-06 17:57:12 EDT (#)
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Long but worth it. Nice read.
Submitted by yermom (user info) at 2005-06-06 17:14:37 EDT (#)
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Nice work.
Submitted by FATMANTPK (user info) at 2005-06-06 16:55:45 EDT (#)
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I was drunk, the day my Mom got out of prison
Submitted by Chinaski (user info) at 2005-06-06 16:23:43 EDT (#)
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Hello, me.
Submitted by Kre8rix (user info) at 2005-06-06 16:20:10 EDT (#)
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Every time I read something like this I wonder why my life is so dull that no one calls me at 4:30 in the morning. Then I remember that I don't care and I don't want anyone to call me at 4:30 in the morning.
Because I'm asleep.
So nevermind.
Good read though.
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2005-06-06 16:18:26 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2005-06-06 16:17:20 EDT (#)
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This is pretty hot.
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2005-06-06 16:06:37 EDT (#)
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+2 for David Allan Coe.
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