Anything could happen tonight, I mused as I drove carefully through Chinatown’s Canal Street traffic.
I drove to my cousin’s big yearly blow out party at his Brooklyn Loft. He lived just off Flat bush Avenue near the Manhattan Bridge.
I hadn’t seen my cousin in quite some time, in fact it seemed as though a whole spring had passed without seeing him. We are close and have been so for many years.
As is my custom, I usually arrive early to these events. It gives me a little time to catch up with my cousin whose name is George.
As I walked in the open front door, I immediately saw George walking down the hall “Oh my God, Steve what’s up man?” said George as he embraced me warmly. “What’s up George?” I said as I returned the embrace. “Man it’s so great to see you again Steve, we’ve not hung out in a minute,” George said sincerely.
“Yeah man word up it’s been a while,” I agreed. “Hey,” I asked, “you have some place to put this six pack.” George led me over to a makeshift drink table in the front of the loft. There was a painted sign taped up on the wall behind the table that read COOL OUT.
“Looks like it’s going to be some blow out man,” I mused as we walked back to the kitchen. “Oh yeah, we’ll have a few people here no doubt,” replied my cousin, “although, I don’t know how many will show up.”
I went to the keg and filled my first of about 4 cups of beer. As I walked around, I saw that in one of the roommate’s rooms they had a ping-pong table set up and a very attractive woman and this other guy were playing. I noticed she wasn’t very good and neither was he so I decided to watch them play for awhile. He eventually tired out; however, she still wanted to keep playing.
“Would you like to play a game?” I asked.
As I picked up my paddle, I introduced myself. “Hi I’m Steve. I’m George’s cousin from New Jersey.”
“It’s nice to meet you Steve, I’m Nicola Ferguson I’m a friend of Kurtis.”
Likewise, Nicola, I replied and then asked, “this is just a friendly game right?”
“Yes, that’s fine Steve, I don’t want to have a serious competition here, and lets keep it fun, she said with a beautiful smile on her lips.
As we played, I noticed her skill lacked just about as much as mine did. I hadn’t played ping-pong in over 15 years. It was a good spirited playful game, however. I made quips about searching for “lost balls.”
Nicola was not stunning but had a natural beauty about her. She was an incredibly sexy brunette with shoulder length hair and a sloped nose that was slightly big. She didn’t have to wear a lot of make up. Her body wasn’t ultra slender but not fat either. Everything about her was well proportioned and a real turn on. Her eyes were deep set and looked almost European. It was as if they gleamed the words “fuck me” at times.
There was a lot of joy and beauty in her laugh also. I loved to hear it as we played and subsequently made countless mistakes and outrageous serves. It made me glad that I took the precaution to have a condom in my wallet.
“Nicola, I don’t know about you but I could use a beer at this moment, could I get you anything from the other room?”
“That would be great Steve, I could use a break from this.”
As we both made our way through the growing throngs of people standing around with drinks in their hands, I filled up my cup and hers at the keg. “Here we are Nicola,” I said as I handed her the cup, “here’s to a great party and equally good company.”
“Cheers Steve,” she said with a grin.
“I never asked where you’re from,” I asked after taking a drink of the weak beer. “San Francisco,” she remarked. I’m here on vacation visiting a friend of mine for two weeks.”
As she drank, the beer left a bit of foam on her top lip. She quickly licked it off her top lip with her long tongue. When I saw this, my cock stirred.
To not gawk and be rude I asked the standard question that most people ask tourists. “How do you like New York”?
“I love New York, she gushed, it’s so fast paced and active, so much different than Frisco.”
“Yes indeed,” I concurred,” New York City is extremely fast and impatient.”
“I totally, agree,” said Nicola as her lovely deep set took on a far away, dream-like appearance. “I also notice that some people look very uptight here and they look as though they will explode any second. A comely smile drew across her face as her voice changed a bit; she said in a throaty voice barely audible above the cacophony of the party crowd roar.
“Thanks for the compliment,” I stammered, noticing the direction our conversation took.