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 I felt nothing but an eerie feeling as I walked up the staircase to Andrea's 18th floor apartment that Friday night. I'd traveled to her neighbourhood on a few unrelated occasions in the past, usually on some drug binge or after an all night party. However, it's been a while since I've been running dirty so therefore my trips to the ghetto have become few and far between.
I was there for a different reason that night, sex. So as I walked down her hallway I seemed to shutout the foul smell from the musky carpets and began to picture her naked body. I began to wonder if all the erotic conversations we had on Phone Sex Chatline would come to life when she opened her door in a couple brief moments.
I took one last gulp of Irish whiskey, slid the flask back in my leather jacket and knocked on her apartment door. I could hear some beats playing in the background and her running footsteps towards the door. She opened the door with the guard chain still attached and in that split second I scanned her face and body. I felt instant gratification and relief because she was naturally as beautiful as she described on Phone Sex Chatline.
She had this hippie; bed head look to her that made me instantly think of waking up in the morning and shoving my cock in her ass. Andrea seemed very happy to see me; mind you it could have been the booze or maybe the aroma of pot in her apartment.
She wasted very little time with the small talk and took us straight to her bedroom. We stumbled through her bedroom door and when she flipped on the lights and yelled surprise, I was hoping that she'd be naked. Unfortunately she was not. Instead I was somewhat impressed with her giant plasma television and her entire Rock Band setup. On the other side of the room was a complete mini bar. This all made sense now because that's all she'd ever talk about on Phone Sex Chatline, her addiction to Rock Band.
We downed a couple shots of vodka and began to play. Lucky for me, the more she played, the more clothing she'd remove. First her pants were gone, revealing the pair of men's boxer shorts she was wearing. They probably belonged to some guy she had recently banged but I didn't care because as she stood over me I could see her juicy box up the leg. Her top was gone next as some Nirvana song played and man where her big tits something to look at.
Next time she strolled by with her guitar I just grabbed her and tossed her on the bed. Andrea squirmed a little bit because she wanted to put on a bit more of a show but once I started to lick the inside of her leg she froze up. I ran my tongue up the inside of her leg and started sucking on her lips and clit like I was getting ready to blow a big bubble with some Big League Chew. I was so drunk I think I stayed there for a half hour until I was sprayed in the face and up my nose with her love juices.
And with that, she passed right out. I was going to shake her around and try and wake her up to at least get a quick blowjob but I figured I'd be seeing her again. Andrea was fun to talk to on Phone Sex Chatline and fun to party with in person. So I picked her up over my shoulder, tucked her into bed and turned off the stereo.
My instincts were right because just before I wrote this, she called and said it was my turn to entertain and her turn to deliver.
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