I currently have a small problem; she's about 5' 2", has brown/blonde hair that hangs to her shoulders, small breasts, but gives a seriously good blow job. Her name is Blair Westia, and she happens to be my very clever, kind of sneaky, super hot, ex-girlfriend. We split about two weeks ago so I'm still licking my wounds (and I can't honestly say I haven't imagined her glistening pussy from time to time). According to a couple of things I heard around campus, Blair has already moved on somehow in the fourteen days since out eight-and-a-half-month relationship ended.
Hoping to do the same, invited Annabeth Wicker to a house party with me this weekend, only to find out the following day that my ex would also be in attendance. Annabeth's this cute girl I've seen around campus. This semester she's actually working the coffee kiosk that I typically stop at after my European History lecture Tuesdays and Thursdays, and I've bumped into her at the library a few times, passed her in the hall, yada yada.
When I invited her initially it was purely because I'm genuinely interested and want to get to know her better. Even if it doesn't become any special, I already know she's smart and really sweet, and funny too. But now that I know my ex will be there, and knowing that's she's apparently over us, I hope she gets that same impression when she sees me with Annabeth.
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Anna (which she's since said she prefers) lives in and old house on the outskirts of campus with a few roommates so at about two I head down that way on foot. The house is only a twelve or so minute walk from my dorm then I hop up the two steps to the front stoop of the house and knock.
Fortunately, a girl, appearing to be of Hispanic background, answers in black leggings, a white T, and camo crop jacket. "Hello?" she asks, her voice soft in a curious tone.
"Yeah, uhhh, hi," I say, scratching the back of my neck, "I'm Cedar. I told Anna I'd come by to walk her to the party we're a few blocks down,"
"Ohhhh, so you're library/coffee guy," she says, leaning back and calling for her roomie, and I just smile politely, happy to know she's mentioned me once or twice but not sure how I feel about the label.
Soon enough, Annabeth appears in the doorway, in a black overall dress over a light brown T, and a sangria red letterman jacket. Her low-heel ankle boots match her shirt and I smile as we say hi and embrace in a loose hug. "So, I'm 'library/coffee guy'?" I tease, as she steps out, closing the door.
Her cheeks become a cute shade of soft pink, "They wanted to know where I know you from. My roommates consider me 'the baby' since I'm the youngest in the house," she explains, lightly nudging me with her elbow.
Heading to the party, she let's me know that her parents call her 'Annabee' and that she had a little brother, Thomas, who's a Sophomore in High School, who hates when people call him 'Tommy' because it makes him feel like one of the Rugrats. As a single child, I don't have any sibling stories to tell her, but I talk about some of the antics my cousins and I got into growing up, waving to a stopped driver in thanks as we cross an intersection.
Approaching the house, we hear cheers and loud conversations streaming from the open windows and give each other an amusing look, then climb the short cement steps and she taps on the door. Somebody inside shouts, "Come on in to join the party!" and we share a glance before stepping in.
"Drinks are over that way to the right, food is in the kitchen, beer pong/flip cup is in the dining room, and dancing is mostly in the living room but some people seem to be dancing anywhere they are so whatever," a girl with her hair pinned up in those pigtail-buns, long white pants, and a line-green crop tells us as we enter, then turns and disappears into the crowd with her half-bottle of beer.
I shrug to Anna and ask, "Want a drink?"
Her cheeks are now more of a fruit punch pink, and she says, "Well, ok, don't laugh, but I'm a light weight so if you can find a bottle of water, I'm going to head to the kitchen to get some food in me,".
Squinting one eye, I ask, "Why would I laugh at that? It's typically a lot better when someone knows their limits than doesn't care and let's themselves get trashed. Especially since it's typically up to their friends to clean up their puke or get them back to their dorm,". Then she smiles and gives my wrist a little squeeze before heading in the direction of the kitchen.
Walking over to the rubber tubs full of ice, I spot bottles of brandy, whiskey, and bourbon in one. In the next has beer bottle from four different brands, and one the table along the side wall, I see boxed wine and a stack of cheap plastic cups. Next to that I find a smaller tub of waters, so I grab one for her and a beer for myself on the way to the kitchen.
Anna is perched on the counter, a paper plate of nuggets, Pigs in a Blanket, and some Potato chips beside her. I smile, charmed by the full plate as I hand her the water, turning and opening my bottle. Facing her again, I point at the space next to her and ask, "This seat taken?" With her mouth full, she shakes her head, a hand in front of her mouth to cover it.
I hoist myself up and, looking down at the plate ask, "May I?" and she nods, so I plop a nugget in my mouth, washing it down with a little booze. Anna swallows, then says, "Not all of this is for me, by the way. I thought you might want something, so I just grabbed some stuff,".
"Thanks Anna," I answer plucking a blanketed piggy. We chat about some stuff, laughing as we watch the ridiculousness of college drinking 'sports'. My buddy, Tank, calls me in for a round of beer pong and I happily jump from my perch, a few nuggets and piggies filling my belly, and join him at the table.
It's Tank and me versus a guy I recognize from the club soccer team and another dude I don't recognize. It takes both teams a few throws before they sink one, then we got get two in a row. When my teammate and I turn to high five, that's when I notice Blair standing off with a group of friends and laughing at something in the corner. I also notice the guy that walks up and hands her a beer, then puts an arm around her shoulders.
She looks adorable, as usual, in her navy-blue V-neck mid-thigh short-sleeve dress, the braided khaki rope belt around her waist goes with her corresponding clogs. It never ceased to amaze me how easily she got around our old cobblestone campus roads in some of the footwear she owns. As she's lowering the bottle, her eyes met mine for an extended second before she went back to talking with her friends and I return my attention to the game.
Soccer team guys gets another ball in, and Tank chugs another cup. I nearly jump when Anna's hand touches my arm, not realizing I'd forgotten she was here, and she sends me a questioning look with a half-smile. I brush it off like nothing happened, nodding to the cup in her hand and ask, "Pick your poison?"
Holding it out for me, she explains, "Just some Merlot. I'm usually a Cab girl but sometimes I prefer something different,"
"Mmmm, the lady knows her wines, does she?" I playfully ask.
She chuckles, answering, "My grandparents owned a vineyard in Napa for years before they retired so my family and I know a thing or two about 'fancy grape juice',".
They other guys win and go off in different directions. Anna asks me if beer pong really is as simple as it looks, so I stack the dozen emptied cups and fill each with water so we can have a 'demo round'. I get the first ball in and she downs the water. Throughout the game her tosses get better and better so at the end I only win by two and she has to make a quick dash to the bathroom.
I lead her down the hall and see that the bathroom is occupied but I girl shouts, "Almost done," when I hit the door with my knuckle. A handful of seconds later the door opens and my former girlfriend steps out. She and Anna exchange a polite 'hey' then Anna steps in, closing the door.
