1. The Best Week Of My Life, Pt 4


    Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: redbeardsley, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I woke up the next morning to Red Hot Chili Peppers’ “Higher Ground” coming out of my alarm clock at 7:00 am. The house was empty, my dad going into work early this week and my mom at work, meant I had the house to myself. Rolling out of bed and doing the morning paper crossword over coffee and oatmeal, I pondered on what today held for me and what was to come. I received a call about 9:00 am from Rachel, a girl I went to high school with and who was now going to college about an hour and a half north of here. Her roommate went home to be with their f****y for a funeral and Rachel wanted someone she knew to stay with her until her roommate got back. Naturally, I agreed to stay with her and began my journey. My mind pondered on why Rachel would call me and me alone. Why not any of her other friends like Julia or Brittany? I dismissed the thought quickly. A good 90 minutes later, I was at Rachel’s apartment door. Before I had a chance to knock on the door, I found myself sucked into the apartment by someone. I stumbled, fell backwards over the arm of a couch that cushioned my fall, and looked up into the most beautiful brown eyes I ever saw. “Hi, Will.” Rachel said with a smile. “Rachel.” Rachel was at least 5’4 with wavy honey blonde hair, a great slim, almost athletic and tanned figure, and orange-sized breasts. It took all I had not to drown in my own drool over seeing her and not to fuck her right then and there. Rachel said something, but I was too busy taking her in. “I ...
    said, ‘How are you, Will?’” “Hmm? Sorry. I’m fine. How about you” I said, embarrassed and with minimal stutter. “It’s alright. I’m glad you’re glad you’re here.” “You are?...I mean,” I said, recovering myself quickly and with a more composed manner. “Of course you are. Why me, just out of curiosity? I mean, why not Julia or Brittany? Julia’s only half the distance away I am.” “Because, silly, I like you. You got spunk.” “Boy, if only you knew.” I said, under my breath. “What was that?” “Nothing. I said it sure was nice of you to invite me up here.” “Aww…that’s another thing, Will: you got charm. Here, you’ve had a long car trip. Let me reward you…” “Please, please, please…” “with a fresh home-cooked meal.” She said as she turned toward the kitchenette. “Shit. Oh well. A meal’s a meal. Maybe I can get dessert later.” I chuckled to myself at my last thought. “What’s so funny?” “Nothing. Just thinking how I beat Zano (Zane), Julia, Matt, and Adam (her ex-boyfriend) at golf back home.” “Really? All of them?” “Well, no. Just Zano. Beginner’s luck, though, I guess.” Rachel cooked an amazing dinner for two: pasta alfredo with shrimp penne and a bottle of red wine. “Sorry, I don’t drink wine.” I said, attempting to kindly turn down her offer. She looked at me with those big brown eyes as if to say “Please?”, persuading me to change my position. “But I guess just once can’t hurt, I guess.” The pasta was divine and the wine was even better. I was feeling pretty buzzed on wine and Rachel ...
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