I absolutely had to get this true story down the first chance I had before I could forget any of the details. Not that I could easily forget the images that are ingrained in my mind after the surprise outing last night.
It was about six-thirty when my girlfriend Kelly arrived home and told me to wash up because she had a surprise for me. I love surprises so after my shower, I anxiously waited as she took hers and then spent an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom getting ready. When she finally appeared, I was more than a little pleased at the outfit that she had put on. She was wearing a black skirt made from some thin material that clung to her body and a red blouse that had the top two thirds of the buttons open. She had taken the time to put on make-up, which explained the delay in the bathroom, and was wearing what she calls her "ghetto fabulous" earrings. They are rather large gold hoops that I had bought her on a trip to the Middle East.
Overall, the look that she had going was extremely sexy and a little bit slutty. Just the kind of thing to get me going. When she bent down to put on her shoes, I noticed that the stockings she was wearing were actually thigh highs and ended in a tight lace band just above the bottom of her skirt.
I wasn't sure where we would be going with her dressed like that, but I couldn't wait to find out. I quickly grabbed my jacket and was about to put it on when she told me to hold on, we weren't leaving just yet.
"But I thought we were going out", I said.
"We are. . .in a little. Can't you wait or are you in that much of a rush?"
I had to admit that I really didn't care what we did, stay in or go out, I just knew I was almost jumping out of my skin with excitement over getting a surprise and getting to see her dressed this way.
"Why don't you have a seat at the table?" She asked.
I did as she suggested and watched as she got some of our liquor bottles off the shelves. I recognized immediately what she was making us even before she put the ingredients down in front of me. Irish Car Bombs are one of my favorite drinks when I'm trying to get drunk and I could see that she made mine extra strong with a double shot of whiskey.
"Here's to new things", she said as she raised her glass.
"To new things", I replied before we both dropped the shot glasses into the Guinness and pounded the resulting foamy concoction.
We ended up doing another one together, but after that, she had me do three more alone. I asked her if she was going to drink anything else and she reminded me that we were going out and she needed to drive.
"I just needed something to give me a buzz so I have the nerve for tonight, but I want you a little drunk."
I have to say that that statement intrigued me. We normally had our dirtiest sex when we were drunk, but I couldn't figure out why she would want to get a buzz on before leaving the house. Obviously we weren't going anywhere that served alcohol because after five car bombs with double shots, I was going to be pretty bombed myself.
I had drank them fast, so I was still pretty sober, but as the alcohol absorbed, I could feel myself getting light headed. I was quickly moving into that place that anyone who drinks knows and loves, where you've had just enough to feel really good about yourself with plenty of confidence, but not enough that you are sick.
"Alright, let's go," she said as she stood and began making her way out of the apartment.
When I got to the top of the stairs, I realized that I was definitely starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Looking down, I felt a little unsteady and had to rely heavily on the railing.
Once we were in her car, I asked where we were going, but got no reply other than, "You'll see."