If you think what I did to Princess was bad, you should hear what Rocker Chick did to me.
So me and these two guys are hanging out at the bar in REDACTED of all places. We had been snorting coke all night and were well on the way to getting drunk. We were hanging out with a professional football player - if you were really into the REDACTED back then you would know his name. Super cool guy with a super hot girlfriend.
Anyway I was spilling the beans, stupidly thinking since he was a celebrity he could get on TV or something. Dumb but I was desperate to come up with something.
So at the end of the night we’re about to walk out and this woman walks up to me and just leans up and kisses me right on the lips. Just a peck. Without saying a word. Obviously I’m surprised but I just kiss her back. She tells me she’s leaving and asks me if I want her number. Of course I did.
Now this is how dumb I was - I figured she had seen me with the football player and thought I was way cooler than I was. But whatever, I am game.
That’s how I met Rocker Chick. I should have gone with the advice “if it is too good to be true it probably isn't.” I chose to go with a different saying, “don’t look a gift horse in the mouth” and her mouth plays an important role in the story.
What do you want from me? I was in my 20s! I had no limit.
Rocker Chick had straight, jet black hair coming down to her shoulders. Er, an ample bosom. Or as we say, "stacked." She wore tight bluejeans - hence, Rocker Chick. Plus she loved hard rock and, no, that is not a pun. I mean like the music.
So of course I call her and ask her to get coffee at a place nearby my place, she says yes. She says she will drive to my place and park her car and we'll walk, which sounds great. She comes over, asks to use the bathroom, so I take her inside. I'm in my bedroom getting ready to leave and she comes in, and does the smile and kiss routine again. But now it's for real. I wrap my arms around her, she leans into me, pressing her breasts up against me. I start feeling her ass.
I figured, good, we'll make out a bit, go get coffee, and hopefully come back and make out again, and maybe more. But she had other plans. She puts her hand on my chest and starts rubbing, she even moans a bit. Then she just starts rubbing me through my pants and I'm like, hey, if we're going to get coffee we might need to stop here. Then, I don't know, how can I put this? She kind of pushes me against the dresser, gets down on her knees, starts unzipping my pants, looking up at me, smiling.
I'm like, fuck, this is happening. Obviously at this point I'm hard as a rock and she starts.
I suppose I could describe it but it seems kind of silly - I'm a liar, I don't really know how to write erotica. It's more the circumstances surrounding the actual sex that is more interesting. Let's just say she blew my mind and at the last minute pulled a full on porn star move that I'm embarrassed to even say.
I was weak in the knees. Like I didn't even know what happened.
I was numb after.
I'm like, uh, give me a minute and I can reciprocate. She's like, let's skip coffee do you want to watch a movie? I'm like, sure, and put something on. I don't remember. We cuddle a bit on the couch watching the movie and then half way through she says, I'm going to go, call me sometime.
I'm thinking of some way to metaphorically kiss her ass to get her to come back - I would have literally kissed her ass, I really wanted to kiss her ass, her ass - in those jeans - good god I would have kissed her ass all night long and some the next morning too.
So I walk her to her car, give her a kiss and a little bit of groping, and she drives away. I didn't know what hit me. Thus started a couple of months of an "affair" that ended in a way I could have never expected.
All I knew was I wanted more and could not understand for the life of me what this was all about. I eventually came to figure it out but it took me ten years to finally solve the mystery. That was when I stopped getting the porn star treatment and instead just got roofied. But for a while there, holy shit, Rocker Chick had me by the balls, and I mean that both metaphorically and literally.
And the interesting thing about this was only twice, ever, was Crazy Bitch jealous of another woman. Rocker Chick was the second one. Crazy Bitch did her thing with Rocker Chick too, but for some mysterious reason I don't understand even to this day, Rocker Chick made Crazy Bitch really jealous - mad, even.
The first time Crazy Bitch got jealous? Well, we'll get to that later.
I could never figure out what Rocker Chick really wanted, until she just took what she wanted and disappeared.
I was such a fool. I had no idea what I was dealing with.
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Hello? Hello? Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me Is there anybody home? Come on now I hear you're feeling down Well I can ease your pain And get you on your feet again Relax I need some information first Just the basic facts Can you show me where it hurts? There is no pain you are receding A distant ship floats on the horizon You're only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse Out of the corner of my eye I turned to look but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it The child has grown the dream is gone I have become comfortably numb