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What Happened When The Party Moved To Rita's (A Short Story)Jan 3, 2010 Write an essay on this topic.
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The Bottom Line Not family friendly and not even remotely true. Read at your own peril.
Well, it was just another one of those gatherings that moved from one place to the other. It started out at Parkway Billiards on the corner of Terrace and Parker. Our usual crowd was there: Me, Anna, her boyfriend, Rita, Joe and a couple of guys who were always there but I never seemed to catch their names. I found those two grungsters annoying. Friends of Anna, they’d always show up a little too messed up. Rita would get that way at times (she annoyed me too) but it wasn’t constantly like these two buffoons. Well anyway, we soon ditched the stoner twits & moved the gathering along to Rita’s. Joe excused himself early, claiming he had a test of some sort the next day. I was in the corner fooling around with Anna. I always had a thing for Anna, but never a full-scale crush or anything like that. It wasn’t just pure lust ‘cuz I thought she was fun to be around (after a coupla’ drinks anyway) She always wore her t-shirts a size too small, so that they fit snug around her perky breasts. She also liked to wear boot cut jeans and high tops or sandals. Anyway, we were fooling around on Rita’s couch, just flirting and acting goofy. Anna’s boyfriend was passed out in the corner, while Rita was b----ing about something in the kitchen. It always p-$$-d Rita off when Anna and me would fool around like that. Rita thought she had to be the chief spokesperson for being true to your mate. Hell, el Great One was passed out just a few feet away. We were just continuing on that same path we’d started with those first shooters back at Parkway, always the opening ceremony in these festivities!! Luckily for me, Reuben had dropped by, as Rita was about to enter the room. “He” could listen to her raving. I had to smile at this last thought. Who ever thought a “so black he was almost purple” drag queen from New York would be the perfect antidote to Rita’s constant cock blocking? By this point, Anna was about half a shooter away from being comatose with her beloved. In my deepest, sexiest Casanova voice (the best I could muster at this point!) I explained the finer points to waterbed lovin’. I was gonna’ free her from the confines of that “Fuct” t-shirt and her hip huggin’ Levi’s. Her lips flashed a sexy, but still goofy smile, while her eyes clearly flashed “Vacancy!” In a rather crude fashion she kicked off her high tops as our party moved from Rita’s living room to her bedroom. On the waterbed, she proceeded to peel off her beloved “Fuct” t-shirt. I kissed the softest, warmest place on her neck as I fumbled with the latch of her bra. Her deep moans were replaced with wild, hysterical laughter. “You must’ve taken your pants off Chevy! Anna now knows what you’re packin’” Rita called from the living room. “Not hardly, b---h” I thought to myself, secretly wondering what Anna was laughing about. “From the front, stupid” Anna giggled, soon smothering me as she pressed those pretty perky puppies against my blushing face. Two weeks worth of tolerating Rita and waiting for the right time for Romeo to pass out had come to this. She had already slinked out of those thrift store jeans, as I was about to reveal the pink-capped glory of her breasts. As I unsnapped the bra, I marveled at her perfection, but then I noticed something I never thought really existed. Something so horrific, it could only appear in a myth! Yet there it was. . . Anna had a fully formed third nipple. --------------------------------------- FYI In real life, I used to work with two beautiful girls named Rita and Anna aka "The Perkettes". This ain't about 'em, swear.  |
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