Chapter 11.2
We did at least take our time drinking, but in our little booth, the conversation was much more intimate and a little flirty, there were no passers-by to mock. Naturally we ending up talking about guys which I managed to somewhat defer from my complete lack of experience or interest in reality. I could only reference Marc and our encounters in the park, which I was of course quizzed on extensively.
I tried to press her on what type of guy she likes and she shied away from giving a proper answer. For the first time today she looked a bit bashful, maybe even reserved. Sensing I might be pushing into unwelcome territory I backed off a bit, the mood became a little tense, she took a breath and said that she doesn’t really have a type. Looking blankly at her I asked what that meant, she must like something surely.
“I guess id describe myself as pansexual” she burst out reluctantly, but visibly relieving herself of whatever burden she felt that label had. It was a term I had heard about but didn’t really understand and she read my pause as me not understanding “it means I can find anyone my type, guy, girl and anything in between”. “Oh” I simply replied, our conversation now at a very awkward silence as I lifted the glass downing what was left in an attempt to buy time in order to think of what to say next.
Thankfully the waitress stepped up to the table to ask if we wanted any other drinks, as I placed mine back on the table. “Yes! I think we should have some shots” Ellie blurted out, but I had to agree it would help loosen the vibe that had descended on the table. A couple of tequilas and a long cocktail to sip afterwards were ordered and the waitress walked back to the bar.
“So is she your type then?” I asked, finally thinking of something to say, “Ha, not really, I mean she is pretty enough, but she seems a bit plain, I like people who have a bit more going on, you know, something different and special, what about you?” I froze, not knowing what to say. Of course I’d had relationships with girls, that’s all id done in the past, the thing with Marc wasn’t anything really, but I was presenting as a girl and still felt the need to keep it up, even though her admission meant me being a guy in girls’ clothes might not be as undesirable as I thought.
Feeling the pressure of giving an answer I just said “I don’t know”. It was a stupid reply, and she immediately berated me for it. “I guess, what I mean is that I’ve never given it that much thought before, and I’ve never really met someone who doesn’t have a type, it isn’t a fair comparison, you’ve got it easy” I laughed out.
I bluffed the next few minutes praying for the waitress to return with the drinks so I could be saved from having to explain myself. And sure enough she arrived, placing them on the table along with a lime slice and some salt. Ellie cheered and set up the drinks. Salt on our left hand, shot glass in the right, we linked arms, licked the salt, slammed the tequila and then grimaced through the slice of lime.
Our faces were next to each other as our linked arms pulled close to get the slice in, our watering eyes met as the fiery liquid burned all the way down to the pit of my stomach. Parting we both gasped as the rush of shot ran through us. “Wow, that was intense, I’ve not done that in ages” I exclaimed, feeling decidedly drunk even though it was yet to hit.
It did however save me from having to delve too deep into my sexual preferences as the conversation shifted to partying and going out once the clubs were open again. I’d never been a fan in my old life, but I couldn’t think of a valid reason why the new me wouldn’t enjoy it, especially if I had someone like Ellie for company.
The alcohol now catching up with both of us, our speech beginning to slur a little and our touching and flirting becoming ever more clumsy, we posed for selfies, cheeks pressed to each other, duck pouts in full effect. There was a real sense of sexual chemistry between us and I was captivated, trying so hard to control myself and contain my desire to kiss her and drag her back to my place.
I couldn’t do that, while she might be ok with dating someone like me, I wasn’t even sure I what I was, was I still a guy, was I hetro, gay, trans. I didn’t know and sure as hell wasn’t going to figure it out while this intoxicated. The barman called last orders and both me an Ellie looked at each other admitting that it was definitely home time.
We stumbled out onto the night street, both far more drunk than we thought we were, walking back towards the café and where we would go our separate directions. We exchanged how much fun tonight had been and that we should definitely do it again sometime. She checked to see if I was ok and I thanked her for her support in helping decide what to do.
There was a real tension in the air and we moved in for a parting hug, we almost collied head on, pulling back and looking at each other, there was a pause, a monumental desire rose from within me to kiss her but I chickened out and rearranged the hug. I held her tight already regretting not taking the now missed opportunity. Embarrassed we parted and I stepped back, she looked flushed, or was it just drunk?
I blew her a kiss as I had done Marc so many times, she smiled in reply and waved as she turned. I would have floated back home if it wasn’t for the fact that I was really quite inebriated. Ever grateful that my drunken autopilot guided me home and I fumbled the keys multiple times to open the door.
Staggering into my apartment I took out my phone and read some messages from Ellie who had presumably arrived at her home before me. They were garbled and full of autocorrect mistakes, in my state I could barely make sense, but I typed what I thought was a gushing thank you for her taking me out, and accusing her of getting me too drunk.
I threw my phone on the bed, and then saw my toys sitting on the nightstand. Fuck I was horny, the flirting with Ellie and not having played with myself all day suddenly took over, I was aware of how full and aching my balls were, my cock was swelling in my tight fitting jeans and I had to get them off as soon as possible.
I pulled them off, haphazardly tumbling onto the bed, I grabbed the first toy within reach and sucked it immediately into my mouth, I didn’t have the patients to find the lube my spit would have to do, my ass rapidly craving attention despite still being a little tender from the night before, I brought the toy to my entrance and moaned out loud as it slid in with little resistance.
Fuck I needed this, my cock now impossibly hard begging for release. My head was spinning with the alcohol, but my body yearned for pleasure. My dick slick with precum that was oozing out from the tip with every stroke of the toy in my ass. I hadn’t even removed my top, my thong was still on and one sock hung from my right foot. I didn’t care, I just wanted to get off.
I thought of Ellie, how very beautiful she was, our flirting and touching, the almost kiss. The idea that maybe she would be interested in me, even as I was a guy who looked like a girl. It was all too much to take in, images filled my mind of us locked in a passionate embrace. My hand now a blur on both my ass and my cock.
That delicious feeling of an orgasm rising began, I’d not been at it long and I didn’t care, there was no audience, not recording camera, this was all for me. Just me, satisfying my desire to cum and everything focused on achieving that. I bucked against the toy, thrashing in the bed, pumping my slippery pole with every stroke.
The white heat began to rise, my balls tightening as I approached the point of no return, I blasted past it and increased my pace as much as I could. My eyes opening wide as I screamed out loud and the first of many massive jets of cum erupted from my cock. Angling it to my face, rope after rope shot out, covering my chest, face and hair.
I lapped wildly trying to catch some, its sweet taste filling my senses. I lost count of the number of loads I shot, the aftershocks still producing bubbles of cum from the end of my now softening erection.
My hand was covered in jizz, and I cleaned it with gusto, savouring my tangy sweet taste. My breath was still ragged, that had been one of the quickest orgasms in some time and it felt so good just to get the release, my balls now ached from being thoroughly emptied and looking down at my chest I laughed at the mess I had made, there was so much cum. But I guess that’s what you get for saving it up all day when you are used to cumming 3 times on average.
Staggering back to my feet I went to the bathroom but realised just how drunk I was, I couldn’t keep upright without holding onto something so a shower was out of the question. I went to the toilet and just stumbled back to bed, still wearing my soiled top. Barely slipping under the covers before I passed out.
I was woken by the light beaming in through the open curtains, I hadn’t even closed them the night before, the bedsheets were stuck to my top and my mouth felt like the Sahara Desert with a side order of sawdust. Surprisingly I didn’t feel that hungover, maybe I was still drunk? As I sat up, morning wood once again standing to attention, I realised that when I came home last night and fucked myself silly, I’d done it in full view of the flats opposite, hopefully no-one had seen me, I just had to hope they were all asleep.
Gingerly I climbed out of bed, keeping the soiled blanket wrapped around me and drew the curtains, I then peeled off the sheets and removed my crusty top. I really had gushed all over it. It was still relatively early as I’d been woken by the daylight, but not feeling too bad I thought a refreshing shower might just do the trick. Maybe being that much fitter meant I wouldn’t have such bad hangovers.
Stepping into the shower, the hot water blasting off last night’s remnants. Even if it did require a lot more bodywash to remove it entirely. My erection standing stubbornly the entire time. Of course it would be rude to ignore it, and since id given myself a few days off from broadcasting, I could indulge in some self-care. I grabbed one of the larger suction cup dildos and attached it to the shower wall and in no time I was thrusting back onto it, and revelling in the way it mashed into my prostate.
I had no desire to rush, but rather focused on whatever angle made it feel good. This was my time, with no one else to cater for, just my pleasure and release. I found the perfect position with the dildo hitting the perfect spot with each thrust, the water cascading onto my body triggering whimpers as the jets splashed against my engorged sensitive nipples, leaving both hands free to stroke my length, play with my balls and the area underneath.
I willed my orgasm to arrive, dialling in each movement to maximise the pleasure, my cries of passion filling the bathroom as I felt that familiar urge. I hissed through my teeth feeling the pressure building, and images of Ellie once again came to mind. I imagined her laying on her back, legs spread, welcoming me to her pussy, it was enough to tip me over the edge and before I knew it my body clenched, my ass squeezing the dildo tight as spasm after spasm erupted from my dick. my hand catching the load as it spilled free.
I adored the prolonged orgasms I seemed to have when there was something in my ass, they just kept on coming in waves, getting smaller each time, but the aftershocks carried on for so much longer. As the last two rolled through my body, I brought my full palm to my mouth and hungrily sucked it clean. The slimy goo lining my mouth and coating my throat, another little shudder accompanied the thrill as it slid down.
Could I really give up cumming like this? I guess there was nothing stopping me from masturbating with my toys even in the new job, hardly like I would use the company showers and take a dildo with me I thought laughing to myself.
I finished up cleaning myself, stepped out, and dried myself off, automatically I ran thought my post shower beauty routine before catching myself and realising that I didn’t really need to do this anymore, it would save so much time after all. However I did enjoy how my skin felt, and there was no doubt that my face looked much smoother, blemish free even without makeup and definitely healthier.
I finished up and felt so much more refreshed, the hangover purely a rumble in the tummy as I realised not only had I drank too much the night before, id committed the cardinal sin of doing so on an empty stomach. Ellie had a lot to answer for, she was trouble no doubt, not that I could hold it against her, especially after she admitted that I might be her type, she didn’t exclude it, that’s for sure.
After a light breakfast, and a little easy yoga I actually felt pretty normal, the slightest of headaches, but that was it. I dropped Ellie a message asking her how she was, if she had fared as well as me, but with no immediate reply, I guessed she was probably still passed out. I was genuinely surprised, while I wasn’t known for having bad hangovers, this was definitely one of the lightest ones considering how much I drank, there was another bonus to being fitter and all the work I’d done.
Thinking of which, the idea of going for a run felt quite appealing, some fresh air and a bit of early morning sun would probably clear my head, of both the hangover and the dilemma of what to do with my job.
I took the run to the park easy, not wanting to suddenly bring on the hangover, and I was right to come out. The weather was perfect, sunny but with light crisp air. Each stride bought me more clarity, and that almost mediative calmness you get when you’re just concentrating on each step and letting the distance go by.