So I was out drinking with a friend (lets call her Kristy) and we were both more than a little tipsy when we spotted a much older man who looked a lot like George Clooney. Kristy wanted to know if it was really him so we both went over to talk. He looked even nicer up close, especially when he smiled. It really made his eyes light up. His suit was impeccable, shiny cufflinks, gold watch, he looked like the real deal.
Kristy went straight for the kill: “I like your eyes.” No fucking around, OK got it. “Do you work out? Because it looks like it.” I fired back. He didn’t even have time to answer, Kristy almost yelled “Are you George Clooney?”
Damn. She dropped the nuke. I was planning to use that one. I dragged her away to the bar and said “Look we both want him. How about a bet. $50 for the first to fuck him?” She tells me it’s on. One thing I didn’t mention is how competitive Kristy was. She loved to win and loved a bet.
We go back and straight away she presses herself against him and puts her hand on his leg, right near his dick. He is into it, I am invisible now. They chat a bit, kiss a bit, then walk away together towards the toilets.
When she came out her dress was tucked into her underwear and he had bite marks on his neck. Everybody watched them do the walk of shame (someone may have spread rumors while they were away). They didn’t even leave the bathroom separately like most people do.
My confession? I didn’t like him that much, I just wanted to see if she would have sex with a 60+ year old.
And it turns out she would!
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<3 Sarah
Similar story, but I was the guy. Kinda.
Broke up with my gf (both about 50-yo) who lived across the street. (Dumb situation, I KNOW.) We were still fuck buddies. Our friend down the street was having a Christmas party. Told her we’d go as a date, just for the night.
Friend had a couple of young girls over no one knew, but he was, most literally, banging one in his bedroom. Flesh smacking, spanking, walls shaking, all that. Yikes.
My girl was out back talking to a mutual friend. The 20-something girl whose friend was getting banged was mad jealous of her friend getting laid, so she was hitting on me. I was looking sharp, wearing a tux, all that. (Picture for reference, not that night.)
My god. It took ALL my willpower to fight her off.
“I’m sorry, but I agreed to be with my friend tonight and I’m not going to hurt her.”
<grabs me and sticks her tongue in my mouth>
Heaven
“I’m not going to hurt her like this.”
She smelled and tasted like life itself. I now know what melange is. I could see through time.
“I can’t do this. Maybe another night?”
<grabs me, kisses me>
Rinse and repeat for 30 minutes.
Anyway, my ex and I went home and had freaky, tied-up-in-heels-and-fishnet sex. Very memorable. But I’d still kill or die for that 20-something girl. She gave me her number, blew me off the next day. Fine. :(
Anyway, after all the drama my ex caused me a month later, I should have fucked the other girl.
Anyway, I still have some little faith in my moral strength.
Anyway, still mad.