Sex Talk With Johnnie And Florian (Part 4)

Sitting With Johnnie And Florian

Getting back now to the strife of Friday night that we are still learning. Up to the portion where I am sitting down with Johnnie and Florian, finding myself a seat in between them, the chatting began. Firstly, before we thought to find our seats Johnnie and I each bought ourselves a drink. Johnnie was sitting at a long table where on the other end there were some girls and guys mixed together that he knew. Sitting near where the two piece band started playing, Johnnie thought to note that the singer was good looking from a distance but once up close, forget about it.

This mind is vacant as to the bulk of our conversation but I do remember him regarding his experiences with sex, sounding boastful about the 28 year old chick. Knowing that I was pissed off with my night as I was showing it continually, Johnnie noted that Maura was having a party where the 28 year old sister would be there but I declined upon that offer. It would have been nice to meet this woman Johnnie says fucks like a bunny but then again, it’s his old business and not mine.

The conversation turned sexual frequently as most men do talk and think alike. Johnnie thought to note that he was busted by his parents, found cleaning up his room after having had sex. His dad walked in and said “You keep your legs shut, you keep your dick in your pants” and as they both nodded, he walked out and that was that, frank and straightforward. Nevertheless, Johnnie was having sex minutes later and since that day ages ago he hasn’t been caught.

Pointing Out Lyssa

Noting that I had a great relationship with my ex girlfriend, I also thought to note the truth that in which Johnnie’s converting my words would sound much more accurate than my constant jargon. After seeing Lyssa at the bar with Naqi right next to her and Penelope ever so close, I pointed Lyssa out to Johnnie and he thought to note “Fuck, you did good there”. Feeling proud each time someone does get a glance at my ex girlfriend, it gives me a sense of accomplishment, like conquering Everest first.

However, as I cared to explain the labyrinth of goods and bad, Johnnie seemed to get a better picture of who she really was. Just by looking at her, Johnnie could see that she was a prick tease, “Big time”. After some careful deliberation, I figured that Lyssa talking to guys at clubs, leading them on by getting onto them and leaving them well shy of the bed because she wants a relationship, you could count that as being a prick tease. In regards to sex being predictable and to a point of monotony Johnnie put it best to words when he exclaimed “She’s not the experimental type huh”.

Explaining my reasons of not wanting to get back with Lyssa when speaking with Johnnie on Friday night, he asked why I never got back together with her. Reasonable as it seems, apart from my arrogance and her choleric temper clashing famously and despite all the sides taken in regards to friendships, I figured carnal insipidity and Lyssa’s ability to smoke a cigarette but not my sexual pipe creates my divergent step.

Fuming Over Naqi

While seated with Johnnie and Florian, I continually started to fume furiously, leaning upward every now and again to see how close Lyssa is to Naqi. You wouldn’t be able to miss them because their faces are like glossy illustrations compared to something printed on normal ink paper. Their faces looked squeaky clean and Lyssa looked fresh.

There would be a peculiar glance upon them through the night as people would treat them differently as to their glossy appearance but of course, guys will be thinking “I want to get into her pants” and I’ll be sitting there complacent, thinking “I already have and you never will”. Through the night and the couple of hours I sat with Johnnie, Lyssa and the rest of them disappeared but they didn’t go far.

From one section of the pub’s bar to the other bar nearer to the TAB they flew. There with Nikita and Janice, I loathed their appearance and how everyone at one stage would notice them. The only thing that pissed me off and made me spiteful was the fact that Naqi was there, sticking around like the bad smell he is. To intervene is to show low esteem and if I was to blunder so, I would lose respect and be shunned.

How heavy a burden Naqi carries on his shoulders right now and as I won’t be the one to let the cat out of the bag, I was plotting vindictively hours ago.

Johnnie jumped up once or twice to grab drinks which left me and Florian to chat with each other. Deciding not to sit back and just watch television for the whole time, I picked up small conversation and had that sparking until Johnnie arrived back both times. Two times I also jumped up looking for Tyler and upon seeing Keith and Tamsen walking towards the quiet room an hour after they said they would arrive, I excused myself for a third time.

However, not without explaining how much hate I held for Keith and Tamsen and as much as he sought to complain to me today about Lyssa teasing the both of them, I just wanted to say “So what, who cares, you deserve it”. Apart from staring jealously towards Lyssa’s obscured direction, there was no luck with the females as such. Ace and Nero were my lucky charms and I was quickly to find that last Friday was just my stroke of good fortune.

If it wasn’t for Ace and Nero being there for the night, the girls wouldn’t have approached me so readily because they had the smiles but I was jumping around on the dancefloor in front of them. I also thank Lyssa for her contribution but now that I’ve had a taste of capture and now defeat, I’m not sure if it was well worth it. You can’t meet women at clubs if you want to go out with them. These days they wouldn’t even be good for a fuck but how am I to know, I’ve prolonged my sexual silence far too long…

Picking Up The Story

Saturday 5:42 p.m.

After a prosperous sleep, I ready myself for the uncertainty of tonight by aiming to conclude my adventures of Friday night and previous chapters to chronology. Because I was at the Gym earlier today and then had something fulfilling to eat upon coming home, I let the Tryptophane get the better of m and now here I am two hours later. Beginning without much charades, the chatter takes off with Johnnie, Florian and I sitting together.

Now, as the night’s hours forward to 11:30 p.m. I look around for Tyler and what do you know, I find him standing alone in the hall just outside of the quiet room. Staring his lonely ass down I was thankful to finally locate him but as I bid him to come sit down with me and Johnnie he was reluctant. Not too sure why Tyler wanted to be the loner but he stuck by his way and that caused another little scuffle of words in which I let slip the direction of the night to a unforgiving pulp.

Tyler asked me if I was still heading to Chevy’s and at this point I was more inclined to say “I’m not sure if I want to go now”. After some more ensuing bickering and coming to some sort of agreement, Tyler decided to listen to reason and head over with me to sit with Johnnie and Florian and that is where the odyssey begins again.

Parting our little ditch of desertion and parking ourselves with Johnnie and Florian, Tyler thought to be the obvious outsider by sitting on the only available seat in his vicinity, a tall stool. Towering over all three of us, he mostly sat there silent as both Johnnie and Florian knew how much I disliked his stupidity at those moments. Explaining the whole sad saga of my doomed night, I noted the trip behind Keith’s pussy-whipped fanatics, Tyler’s willingness to be an individual and everyone else’s desertion.

Not even sitting with Johnnie for five minutes and looking worn from hassles, Tyler announced “Hey, I want to go to Chevy’s now, let’s go”. Taking a minute to take in his comment, I was bordering on heading to Chevy’s or just heading home. Uncertainty plagued me but knowing I didn’t want to go home all dressed up and nowhere to go, I thanked Johnnie and Florian for their time, made talk for next weekend and then jumped up in search of an already fugitive Tyler.

A Question For The Boys

Just quickly, I thought to note one more figment of conversation that in my transient state of mind we talked of. The topic of sex so dominantly came up in conversation and as it is my vital question, I asked the both of them “What would you rather if you could only have the one, sex in every position or a constant stream of head-jobs”.

Without doubt, I was a touch surprised when the both of them noted that oral sex would undoubtedly be their first and foremost choice of intercourse. Why men have such a fascination with oral sex I don’t know but you can probably gather all the pieces of intrigue over the years and place them together as an explanation. With oral sex it’s always monotony but baby, it’s the best monotony ever served.

With sex, you have to do so much different to get the same desired effect without counting the same sheep too often. Sure sex is great but it also ruins a relationships appetite more than oral in general would. Therefore, if I could have my wish I wouldn’t be too greedy as to say oral will be my main choice of stimulation and in the event that I need a slight change, doggy-style would suffice for me.