Okay. What do I get out of this friendship? Similar to you.

Plus a few things mo

re. Like you it's flattering. I don't exactly know why.And you don't tend to jud
ge me harshly.
Initially it was because I thought you were really good looking. Pretty face. Ni
ce eyes, nice smile, cheekbones. Nice physique too from what little I could tell
.Then
Okay, where was I. Risque-life lesson! I'll answer everything I've missed, but I
'll get this out first.
It was just one of our Fiday staffies we used to do with my bartender friends wh
en I worked at Tiger's and it was one of our birthdays too. We started wit beers
, got carried away moved on to the hand grenades, jungle juice etc. before tryin
g to calm down. So we tried port and rum with a squeeze of fresh lime at m sugge
stion. One of my colleagues has his own port barrel and blends his own, and he'd
been telling me all about how he'd put a glass of dark overproofed rum in his b
arrel and how good it had been. The trick then was for Nodge to start smoking an
d pass it round while we were filling out our timesheets before our close manage
r could come out. He was smoker too and he'd light up, we never pushed too much
around. Just a couple. I was on pretty cheeky/friendly terms with one of the bar
girls, Kristy, who lived just in West Perth and it was a happy night. They alway
s went to hers after on a night like this and kept going. I'd go home because I
was always done at the end of a 14hr shift, but I had to give Kees a lift home a
nd when Kristy invited us all back to hers after to keep going he wanted to go t
oo. He was a pot fiend. I only found out after that those two had worked it out
between them to get me out after so Kees asked me to get him home and Kristy pov
ided the detour. I always gave Kees lifts. The previous week Nodge and Cal were
telling a story where they all went back to Kristy's, they were either side of h
er on the couch and she was explaining to them the difference between good and b
ad boob jobs. She'd had one done. She just let them test hers and compare to oth
ers they may have tried. Then she said goodnight and Cal and Nodge had been cryi
ng over the missed opportunity, in their minds it had been an invite. I didn't s
ee it. I don't tend to believe things till they actually happen. My naivety and
trust tends to work for me. After that recount I just figured that Kristy was ni
ce, friendly, and was good enought to let you have enjoy yourself up to a very c
lear limit. If I was ever in the same situation it didn't mean anything. We were
cheeky already like I said before and knowing this about her it just freed me u
p to be more cheeky without any worries. I figured if she had no further intenti
ons with Cal or Nodge, the same would apply to me too. Simple. Anyway we all mad
e it to hers and once everyone had settled in she asked my opinion on her enhanc
ement. I was polite as always, saying I didn't realise they weren't all hers and
her telling me "they're soft aren't they? Try them? They're not hard like other
implants. I had no idea there were differences before that. Being freed up to b
e cheeky I managed to sneak it on her which shocked the hell out of me. I was ex
pecting a foot thrust to my chest. She just dug her nails into my forearms and t
ell everyone to lock the door when they left. If I hadn't been so plastered I'd
have been shocked at the rudeness. I even forgot Kees. Argh. I'm getting sidetra
cked. I won't go into detail or specifics right now I want to get to the life le
sson bit. We stir the next morning and we're still drunk as hell, but with an on
coming hangover tickling at the edges like a storm. You're still drunk euphoric,
but you know once you throw up it'll be a bad one. To complicate it I can't bri
ng myself to stop eyeing her form. I don't usually have that kind of madness, bu
t it was what it was. The simple sets hold my attention. I guess it's the candid
ness. It doesn't seem like a set up. it was just a basic black thong and bra she
'd been wearing. So I make a suggestion, I come up with a hypothesis (I could ha
ve been a scientist :P) that hey, if we get to it, the endorphins, the rush of b
lood, we could just sweat and sex our way out of the coming hangover. And I knew
she could feel the hangover coming too. I didn't really know. I was trying to m
ake a case, but she nodded. It sounded absolutely sound at the time. I really th
ought it would work. I thought I was genius. And I was desperate to avoid that h
angover. Terrified of hangovers and this one felt like murder.
It was the worst idea ever! It was just one of those times where I could not fin
ish. I tried so hard. I felt so sorry for her because I don't think girls can ge
t stuck in a loop in that way. I know that with some girls once she has an initi
al, if I just stay still and tense, but be gentle on the outside for a while the
n slowly increase the intensity again, a girl can keep going and pretty much not
stop. If there's a limit I've never reached it.