Blonde Bombshell

I went to college in West Virginia, it’s where and when I really started to find myself. I had the truest freedom anyone could have asked for, new place, new faces; a brand new start. Even though I was 17 turning 18, I got to go clubbing, bar hopping, and being open completely with no reservations about my sexuality. Being on the basketball team had plenty of perks with only one con of that 5am practice time. Some of the perks were being able to go to the mountaineer mart (gas station) and get any beer I wanted, having a party every other night at either the basketball team house, cheerleaders house or football players house And we were treated like royalty up there! So back to the bombshell, one of these parties in particular was like a mixer for the different teams, the cheerleaders were coming in with their boyfriends on their arms and in walked this one blonde bombshell!! She had on this black spaghetti strap dress with a bulky cross necklace, her arm linked in with this guy who looked like a total douche. I couldn’t take my eyes off her all night, even a teammate told me “wishful thinking Florida!” I could care less at that point, I didn’t want any other girl, I wanted her. Her tight ripped arms and her smile… God her smile. The ways her green eyes scanned the room, the way her hair was perfectly still as she walked…the fact she was off limits made me want her more. A few weeks had gone by and she was all I could think about, so when the chance to go to the cheerleaders house party arose, I jumped on it. We walked in and I couldn’t see her but I knew she was there, I don’t know how to explain it but my gut had butterflies as if she was standing right next to me. I went on to play beer pong on the back patio, we were laughing and having a great time until one of the guys literally launched himself across the table made out of a sheet of plywood, while screaming “Kobe!” At the top of his lungs. The cups spilt everywhere and table collapsed underneath him. The beer was everywhere and all over myself, I went to the restroom to try and clean up, as I opened the door I realized there was someone in there. I quickly went to shut it back until I heard someone crying in there, I poked my head around the doorway and asked if she was okay.. she mumbled something I couldn’t understand so I went in and saw it was her, the blonde bombshell, makeup a mess and she herself was just a crying mess. I stepped all the way into the restroom, shut the door behind me and knelt down beside her, I pushed her hair out of her face and lifted her chin up to see my face. I asked what was wrong and if I could fix whatever it was. She cried into my shoulder and said “I’m single for the first time in forever, I should be happy but I don’t know why I’m crying.” I wiped her tears and told her It’s more of a reason to go to Wise Guys with everyone and enjoy yourself despite whatever is going on! Be happy for yourself, you’re too gorgeous to cry. At that point we were all too Intoxicated to drive so we walked, it was only about half a mile away so it wasn’t too bad. We all walked up together, laughing and joking.. as we walked In to Wise Guys, we immediately went up stairs, grabbed a drink at the bar and hit the dance floor (which had a strippers pole to the left.) Now you should know I don’t really dance but apparently ALL of the cheerleaders do. My blonde bombshell was by my side the entire time and it took a while but convinced me to get on the pole with her. She grabbed my hand and I couldn’t even think straight, I followed her just so she wouldn’t let go. She started to dance and twirl around me when she stopped dead in her tracks, she spun around and said she had to go. I followed her out of the bar area, down the stairs and out of the front door. She was crying again, I caught up to her pretty quickly in the parking lot and grabbed her arm. She hugged me and was crying that he (the douche bag) was there with his ex before her. I said “fuck him, fuck her, we don’t need this place. Let’s go back and have our own party.” As we got back to the cheerleaders house, she realized she never brought a key. We checked all windows and doors but no luck, we ended up walking around the block to the basketball team house. We were all terrible at locking the door honestly, it was unlocked when we got there and no one was home. The music was still playing, so we made drinks and sat down on the couch while she calmed down a bit more. I kept telling her how beautiful she was, that it’s definitely his loss and how much more she deserved than someone who treated her like nothing and wasn’t hurt by her crying. We kept talking about our pasts and our heartaches, she had spread her one leg across my lap as we were both getting more comfortable around each other. We were both running low on our drinks and I offered to get us refills, I leaned over to grab her cup and she pulled me into her with both hands. She kissed me hard and I couldn’t believe my own eyes, ears or lips but it was her and I on that couch. I stayed where she had me, kissing and fondling. My hands were shaking from nerves and excitement. I had my hand on her hip, she was rocking her hips into me and kept pulling my kisses into her harder. I unbuttoned her shorts and pushed my hand between her legs, I let my middle finger slide across her clit and felt her thighs tremble. I gently pushed two fingers into her and our kiss went 0 to 60 in seconds, right as I was starting to push harder; the front door swung open. All of my teammates were coming in laughing and drunk and heading straight for where we were. I quickly rolled next to her on the couch but my hand was still in her pants, we heard a couple of them trying to figure out who we were but they soon gave up and headed upstairs to bed. At that point, they had “cock blocked” or “beaver dammed” so to speak. We kissed a little while longer but both of our drunk selves had passed out as well. I wish this story had a happier ending but maybe one day I’ll get another chance with her during a night of drinks to finish the ending the way I wanted to.

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