It was the weekend after my 19th birthday and me and some friends had decided to go out to celebrate. I hadn't long split up from my girlfriend, who I had been with since we met at college when I was 17, so I needed no extra motivation to go out and party. I sent a message in the WhatsApp group telling my friends we'd meet at 8 in a bar in town, have a few drinks there then head to a club. The 3 of them agreed so it was time to get ready.
I put the shower on and let the water heat up. As It was heating up, I stripped and looked down. The hair around my cock was getting a bit out of control, so I reached for the scissors in the cosmetic bag on the windowsill and gave it a trim. I wasn't going out to get lucky, but at the same time I wasn't leaving anything to chance. I stepped in the shower and stood there with my head down as the hot water hit my back and ran down my body. I could have stayed in there for ages, but it was nearly 7pm and I had to get ready. I finished washing and got out the shower. I quickly dried myself off and wrapped the towel round my waist. I headed out the bathroom and down the hall to my bedroom to get dressed. I passed my mum on the way and asked if she would give me a lift into town, which she happily agreed to. Cheer's mum.
I closed the bedroom door and let my towel fall off. I looked in the mirror at myself. I had worked hard on my body over the past couple years and along with a sixpack, I was starting to get that V shape that basically points down to your cock. I tensed my body up a bit to try make it look more defined. I ran my hands over my trimmed pubes and began to slowly stroke my cock. It was hardening in my hand when the door knocked. I heard mum shouting from the other side of the door we'd need to leave in 20 minutes if we wanted to be there for 8. I slid the mirrored wardrobe open and grabbed a pair of boxers and put them on, my hard shaft pressing against them. I finished getting ready and went down to the car where mum was waiting for me. She gave me the usual talk about being careful and not getting too drunk. I told her I would be fine. When we pulled up next to the bar my friends were meeting at mum pulled £40 from her pocket and gave it to me and told me to have a nice night. Cheer's mum.
It was 8pm on a Saturday night, so the bar was already beginning to get busy. Steve, John, and Gary were already there and having a drink. I manoeuvred my way through the crown to join them.
"Alright boys, how are we tonight?" I asked.
"Not too bad Shawn, yourself? Here." With that Steve passed a cider over to me. I took a long gulp from it; it went down well.
"Cheers, Steve. I love that first drink of a cider on a warm night." Next gulp down, only half left.
"Pace yourself Shawn, we have all night. Don't want you getting thrown out for being rubber legged before 10 o'clock." John said. He gave me a grin as he took a big drink from his pint.
The evening went on, the drinks were flowing, music was banging, conversation was good, and of course some fine women for us to have a look at. The rest of the guys all had girlfriends, so it was to their envy that I was single again. Gary reached into his wallet while looking at me.
"Here, since it's technically your birthday weekend I got you something." He said.
"Aw, you didn't have to, I told you that." I replied.
"Don't get too excited, it's nothing massive." He gave a wink as he said that and produced a condom from his wallet. "Told you, nothing massive." He playfully smacked me on the balls as he said it and the guys gave out a collective laugh.
"Very good, man, but won't your Lucy get upset if she knows I used this on you?" I hit back with. Steve and John now let out a simultaneous "Oooh." This was starting to become a bit pantomime.
"Fuck off." Gary laughed, and we went back to our drinks. I put the condom in my coat pocket.
*
It was nearly 11 o'clock and I decided to go outside for a smoke. I don't usually smoke unless I have had a few drinks, and since it is my birthday celebrations, I decided to indulge in it tonight. I stood next to the other smokers who were all congregated outside the front door. The mild air felt nice against the damp parts of my hair from the heat inside. I lit up a cigarette and took a draw, slowly I blew it out. I looked at my fellow smokers, scanning them to see if I could tell they were enjoying their night too. To my surprise someone was staring back at me. I smiled and nodded at her. She nodded back. She must have been on the phone to someone as she was putting it back in her bag as we made eye contact. She reached back into her bag and pulled out a packet of cigarettes, she then rummaged in her bag again, I assume for a lighter, but to no avail. She started walking towards me. I could feel my heart beating a little faster.
"Hi, don't have a light do you?" She asked.
"I do." I pulled the lighter from my pocket and lit it. She put her hand on mine and leaned in to catch the end of her cigarette on the yellow flame from my lighter. She took a draw and let it out.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it." I took another draw. I was desperately trying to think of something witty to say, but my mind was drawing a blank. The seconds of silence seemed to pass like hours. This woman was probably double my age, has a wedding ring on so is likely married, yet here I am trying to say something to her. "Having a good night?" I finally manage.
