Not planning on going out last night, I lay in bed as the people in the apartment below me blasted music loud enough that you’d think the carpet was viciously raping my dog. Earlier on, I told Scandal and Drama about the party, insisting that we check it out and try to find drugs; it’s a Friday night party in Hollywood, there’s bound to be SOMETHING down there. Drama and Scandal were out at the bars and I figure I may as well call it a night instead of waiting up, when I get a text from Scandal:
I am never swayed by anybody telling me there are no hot guys around because there’s always a hotTEST guy in that mix. Done and done. Already naked in bed and ready to go to sleep, I shoot out from under the covers, throw on a pair of jeans and a slutty see-through shirt (leaving the panties OFF), throw on a gold chain and stilettos, and rush out the door. I was right, it was the apartment below me. Making my way inside, I come to find that I’m much older and somehow much taller than everyone; I shoulda known that the only people staying in and partying on a Friday night were people not old enough to get into the bars or clubs. YESSSSSS!!!!!!! Could it be? Was this the night I was finally going to take an 18-year-old virgin to bed with me? Oh sweet Jesus in heaven please let it be! It had always been a recurring fantasy of mine to take a young, supple young’n into my arms and vagina and show him the ways of seduction…that or pop his cherry and become the object of his pre-mature ejaculations for the next couple days, months, or years to come, as he tells all his other young (most likely) high school friends about the night he, “fucked that hot older chick!”, me being the reason he now only swears by fucking older, more mature girls. Oh yes…I want to be that older, more mature girl and, tonight, I would come dangerously close to fulfilling that fantasy of mine, I could taste it!
Finding Drama and Scandal in the kitchen, I run up to them and insist with glee that, “WE ARE DEFINITELY THE OLDEST ONES HERE!” They nod in unison and reply with, “We know…” definitely not looking as excited and horny as myself. Drama and Scandal look bored and ready to leave when they tell me that they can’t find any coke or Molly. Well duh guys that shit’s for older folk who have money to pay for it because they’re settled into a stable career and drug connect. As I do a predator scan across the room over who my helpless, student-victim will be, a young lad standing at 5’4 and 92 pounds with long curly hair comes shimmying his way towards me, ass-first, as he puffs on his Newport cigarette. Oh God no…at least LOOK legal considering what I’m planning on doing will possibly be illegal! As he rubs his his ass up and down the side of my leg, I grab his cigarette and take a drag to at least blend in a little more, now contemplating getting drunk enough to actually fuck this lil guy. Blegh! Fuck it. I hate cigarettes. And I hate curly hair.
As Drama and Scandal continue to question party-goers about “where the GOOD drugs are at!” looking even more like the scummy older party crashers, I see a group of three little buff guys in tight t-shirts and baseball caps walk into the party, heading over to the host who happens to be talking to me at this point. Damn…is that what 18 looks like nowadays?! Count me the fuck in. One of the boys introduces himself and pointed to his other two friends, stating that the three of them were from Chicago. Now putting my hand on one of the guy’s beefy boyish bicep, I turn to this kid and ask, “Chicago, huh?”, now running my hand down his arm as I smile seductively and place my tongue on the left corner of my upper lip, undressing him with my eyes and making a point to fixate and halt my stare directly as his dick. OH MY GOD I’M SO CREEPY. Picking up on my blatant sexual advances, the boy blushes hard, exposing a set of neon green braces to match his gorgeous green eyes. BRACES?!?!?! BRACES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT…I just got even more turned on.
I immediately find Drama and Scandal to tell them about my quest for the night, as they insist I’m too old to be at this party and fuck any of these boys. DAMMIT DRAMA I’M NOT TOO OLD! Hearing our discussion, the host comes over and asks exactly how old I am, as Drama looks at me questioningly, and replies with, “Uhh..she’s 23.” Oh my God, did Drama just lie about my age? Wow I really do feel too old to be fucking any of these boys. Having not been able to find any drugs, Drama and Scandal insist that they’re done and leaving. Begging and pleading with them to stay, I demand that I need to fulfill this fantasy of mine God dammit don’t ruin this for me! Drama and Scandal reply back in demand that my vagina already has enough problems as it is without throwing legal issues into the mix. Ugh. Fine.
Leaving the party in a somber sulk, I convince myself that I already had a bad Brazilian this week, do I really need to have it chewed away at by a boy wearing braces? YES!!!! ………….no. I need to start loving my va-jay more than I’ve been doing so lately. As I fall asleep, I cup my muff in my hands and picture her thanking me for not putting her through anymore torture for the week. You’re welcome, my lady. Besides, all is not lost; I now know where to find a plethora of pre-pubescent pretty boys to pluck out and bring back to my pad…and you bet your ass I’m comin back for em! Mwahahahahahahaahhahaa!