CandyHarlot

run out of stories have we? this thread's dead, man

Here's Part II... Instead of up and leaving, my blonde goddess stayed exactly where she was, and the two of us made out for a bit. After a while, we got up and the rest of our night was spent either dancing, or sharing swigs of everybody else's unattended liquor bottles when no-one was looking. Both of us got pretty drunk together, but neither in a particularly bad way, just laughing and smiling at each other the whole time; for that entire night, we only had eyes for each other, and for once, I wanted that with a girl. I probably knew half-a-dozen people there, so I still tried to get round to all of them and have a chat. My girl, on the other hand, was there with all her friends, but despite this, she just kept coming back to me. It was like she didn't want to be away from me. That's happened a few times in my life, when a babe is just drawn to you, and latches on for the rest of the night, coming back for make-out session after make-out session, (and in this girl's case, a quick stroke of my abs, she'd been putting her hands there since she'd been sitting on my earlier in the night). I might've found her constant coming back to me really annoying if she hadn't been a ten, and if I hadn't liked her so much. I can only imagine how it would've looked, me having this Kate Hudson lookalike trailing after me for the entire night. I felt on top of the world. We didn't {censored} that night, she 'wasn't that easy'; in fact we didn't do anything that night, although I did have a good feel of her firm c-cups. I've always been into dating girls who respect themselves and their bodies, girls with boundaries (for the first short while I mean), it really shows a sort of security for her fidelity to you in a relationship, no matter how short it may end up being. All this time, Matt was off spinning his 'band story' on just about every girl he saw. After everyone began to leave (Matt and I, and a few others, decided we were crashing the night, regardless of what the host said), my girl gave me a long kiss, and slipped her number to me, before heading off home. As soon as she was gone, Matt was right there in my face, not jealous of my hookup like I'd expected him to be; he was more proud of the nine girls he'd gotten with over the course of the night, and the three he'd banged. Here I must add that despite his impressive performance, his standards weren't great: that number included several somewhat fat chicks, and one who'd been barely able to stand, who'd been pulled off him by a security guard. I guess any hole is a goal, and Matt really tore it up like a rockstar that night. As for my Kate Hudson doppelganger, we dated for a few weeks, but unfortunately it wasn't to be. She lived a couple hours away, which was enough of a problem for me at seventeen (no licence in Victoria 'til 18), and she went overseas with her parents for the rest of the summer, after we'd only known each other three or four weeks. She didn't tell me until a few days before she left; I was pissed that she hadn't told me, and when I confronted her about it, she simply told me she 'wanted to make the most of my short time with you, Tim'. I never really knew what that meant, and that was the last time I ever saw her. I'd like to think that she really thought I was the right guy for her, at the wrong time and place in both of our lives. I guess I'll never know, but maybe she really was as serious as I was. Maybe she'll turn up at one of my shows someday. Thanks for reading........sorry if it came out a bit romantic and sentimental, and I focused more on my feelings for the girl etc.....I have a far raunchier, more rock n' roll story that again involves me, my mate, Matt and his 'we're in a band' routine, if you guys want to hear it.

I don't know if you'd count this as a groupie story so much... but anyway, here goes. I play bass and guitar, haven't really done any actually gigging yet (I'm just eighteen, and still finding myself as a musician) but anyway, about a year ago, one of my mates, Matt, decided that it'd be great to pick up girls by pretending he was in my band. I didn't object to it, because Matt's just one of those guys who can get almost any girl he wants because he's hilariously funny, and that makes for an awesome wingman. Two or three times, he and I built up this routine where we'd tell girls about the current 'band troubles' we were going through. Usually, they were true on my part, the only difference being that Matt wasn't actually the lead guitar player in my band. This routine was great, not only did we both hook up with some really hot girls, we met some great female musicians/singers. At one particular house party, he and I shared a bottle of Jim Beam, and went about our not-completely-true routine, to great effect. I ended up hanging out with this cute blonde girl, whose name I won't mention. She was a little bit younger than me, with lush, golden hair and an amazing, curvaceous body for someone of her age. She was a very poised, affirming individual for a sixteen-year-old (don't worry people, I was only seventeen at the time); it turned out she was an aspiring singer actress, and she looked every bit of it, confident, smartly dressed, and most importantly, smoking hot. I was simply mesmerised. The two of us sat together for awhile, away from the mayhem of the party, talking about music and life in between the occasional sip of Jimmy, when Matt came over, completely wasted, his third or fourth hookup hanging off him. By this point, I had my girl perched on my left knee, my arm around her, with my other hand resting on her leather-jacketed hip. Matt was more of a disturbance by this point; I knew that if he, in his Jim Beam-induced stupor, kept going with his lead guitarist bull{censored}, I would lose my chance with this beautiful creature, with whom I was now undoubtedly infatuated. Matt, barely able to stand, slurred something along the lines of 'You guys are cute....you know....Timmy here can sing....and I play the guitar...we're good...you know you two should get busy', before he sauntered off again, his drunken hookup in tow. I would've just gone for it, had she just been any average girl, but she wasn't. I didn't want to blow this opportunity; I didn't just want to bang this girl; I was honestly interested in what she was doing, and I hoped she'd be interested in my own music when she heard it. She smelt the bull{censored} as soon as Matt hurriedly walked away; 'What's with your friend. Does he usually talk this much {censored} when he's drunk?' she asked. I put one and one together and assumed that she thought my story was completely full of it too, so I stupidly replied 'yes'. 'I bet you and your friend think you're really cool, Tim. Anyway, you can tell a good story.' Looking back, that whole 'we're' in a band' thing, was really {censored}ing cocky, even if my part of it was the truth. I thought my chance was gone, but, unexpectedly, the girl stayed right where she was on my knee, and her smile widened. She put her arms loosely around my neck, her blue eyes wide like a cat's. She pulled herself closer, and ran a hand down my cheek. 'You're not like that other guy....what a cocky asshole....Tim, I'm going to make your friend see who's really cool' ...to be continued