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This is a repost from a few days ago on another thread, but it fits so well into this one.
You guys inspired me to share.
Rewind to last summer. I have a gf, we get caught messing around in her basement by her deaf grandmother.
Status amongst her clique +++
Fast forward to two months ago. Im in her friends basement watching a hockey game. Her friend offers me a drink, I decline (why? i dont know.). She starts coming onto me, I start joking around (7 minutes left in the first period, wanted to wait for the intermission). Eventually the horn blows and I allow her access.
Skip details. Shes half nekkid (top up) grinding her pelvis into my crotch as I work magic. Magic, i tell you. Magic.
So I reach for her pants to unbutton them, shes sitting on the couch now.
I did it a couple times lightly just to test where i was at, slid the thumb underneath the pants, let her know i was there. Anyways she reached down (fuck, i thought i was going to get the 'noooo') and she undid the button. I was going to, but i didnt want to get a rape charge. Anyways I go in now. The cookies are ready, i thought.
I remember a friend telling me about the smell test.
I love him for it.
I bring the hand up, behind her back as im kissing her neck.
From even a foot away from my face, i knew it was game over.
Everything unholy and evil in this world was camping in her vagina, in the form of odour.
In her defense, she *was* at cheer for a couple hours previous to having me over. but serously, she came onto me.
Anyways that really put me off. So I stop and ask her what the time is.
X:30 she said.
OH FUCK. i say, jumping up.
'i was supposed to call my boy at X!'
(i forgot the hour)
so i fake the call, pace around. did it well, gtfo of there.
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