More Week

I don't make it a habit of blogging drunk, but I felt like it this morning. I hope it wasn't too confusing.

Anyway, after the Sveta festivities, I went to visit Mike where he is this summer. Woot. Woot. I don't know any of his friends, I didn't really feel up to partying, I just kind of wanted to stay home and cuddle with my sweetie. But it's Mike, and I owe him, and I'm not totally opposed to the idea.

Got there in the morning, which was a bit tough, but it was good because I had all day with Mike before the party. I wore something nice enough to party in, but the second I was through his door, we were both pulling off clothes so we could run out back, where he has a great backyard. I know, lucky bastard. It's not his, but it's his for the summer. No pool, but trees and grass and just a very nice bower.

We made love on the patio, fast and hard, which was nice. Up against the door, then he stopped fucking for a few minutes and ate me out in a lawn chair, then I rode him until he came inside me.

We chatted. lounging around. Apparently, no one who was going to be at the party knew who I was, so we decided to keep it that way, just to introduce me as Lexi, a friend of Mike's from his hometown, which isn't really a lie. Talking about it made him all anxious again, and I wanted some anal because I hadn't had any in far too long, so we headed back in to grab some lube and laid down a blanket, then Mike drilled my ass with all the skill he has, which is considerable. It wasn't the easiest on my knees, but that's the best way to have it, and I enjoyed every minute of it.

We pre-gamed a bit, had a beer or two, then Mike's roommate, Biff (because that ought to be his name) came home. Fortunately we had clothes on by then. His roomie, or housemate I suppose, is a macho guy, very testosterone, kind of wanted to punch him. But he was nice enough, and seemed to think I was hotter than shit, giving Mike all kinds of congratulations. As well he should have.

We all headed over to the party, hosted by a couple Mike knows, with a bunch of other people of all ages. There was food and lots of beer, and I behaved rather out of character and drank a lot of beer. I guess I was kind of bored; the people weren't my cup of tea. Eventually I was drunk enough that I would make excuses to do sexy things to Mike, like grope him under the table or lick his ear. I could see his cock in his pants. But he took me aside and explained that he was trying to score with a woman who was there, if I didn't mind.

I didn't really, I guess. I love fucking Mike, but I don't need to have him all to myself. I never have, anyway. He's my brother, not my sex toy. But I was horny as hell from the buzz, so I started looking around for someone to prey upon.

There was this very attractive black guy there who obviously was interested in me, and I showed interest back, and eventually we were basically making out on the couch. Finally I asked him if he wanted to find someplace quieter, and we snuck off into the darkness, finally wound up on the patio (it's weird having sex on two different patios with two different guys in one day) because everyone else was indoors paying attention to sports or something. I had on a dress which was cut quite low, no bra (I'm such a slut, but it's hard to wear a bra in this dress), yellow, spaghetti straps, skirts on the hip. Basically, I was dressed like a whore. It was warm, what can I say.

He had my tits out pretty quickly, and his stubble grazed over them, which sober wouldn't have felt good but drunk was okay. His hands went up my dress and started groping around, but he wasn't as drunk as I was. He might have been sober, in fact. Not that he was taking advantage of me, but it was nice for him to be in control of himself.

The pants came down, he sat on a chair, and I got to suck one of the biggest cocks I've had in a long time. The stereotype isn't true or fair; black guys aren't all hung like horses, nor was this guy. But it was sizeable, not so much long as thick. It got hard but didn't grow much, but it was tough to suck all of it.

After a minute or so, he asked if I wanted it inside me, and when I said, "Hell yes," he told me to get a condom from his pocket. I was simultaneously disappointed and releaved; I really should be safer, but I do enjoy unsafe sex. I'm confusing that way.

Sitting down on his cock was tough; the angle made it hard to get him deep and the fact that I was constricting my pussy made it hard to stretch to fit him. I relaxed and backed down on him, and eventually I was being split apart by it. But every time I'd try to move, he'd pop out again, and eventually I said, "This isn't working, let's try another position." He was amenable, and it wound up with me bending over the table, my dress around my waist, and him behind me thrusting into me.

At a certain point I heard the door to the inside open, but I was too past it to care. It was really crazy, being kind of wasted and getting split by this fat black cock. I came and he grunted that he was close, then pulled out. I barely made it to my knees to take the facial; I wanted to just take it in my mouth, but my aim and timing were off, so I got a little messy. No cum on my clothes, but there were splashes on my face and tits.

Behind us, by the door, was standing my brother's roomie Biff with this smile on his face, looking like he was just loving every second. "Mike told me about you," he said. My current partner was pulling his pants back up, and he spun around with his cock waving in the air. I guess he hadn't heard the door.

"What the hell?" he asked.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you, bro," said Biff.

"Shit man..."

"No, it's cool."

It was kind of like that. The black guy finished pulling himself together, looked back at me, then at Biff, then went inside.

"You're a crazy chick," Biff said. "Mike said you were. He didn't tell me just how crazy, or how hot. I figured you were with him, but he's going after Beth and you're out here fucking guys..."

It was the way he said, "guys," that caught my attention. "How do you feel about sloppy seconds?" I asked.

His pants were down, his cock was out, before I could finish. I was disappointed; what is it about these manly guys where they have small cocks. Size doesn't really matter, but I usually don't expect much from studs. They generally don't use their cocks well, big or small.

I was going to suck him, but he asked me if I had a condom. I did, in my purse, because a gal's got to be prepared. What a douchebag to not have a condom. Whatever. My condom fit him, just; it was pretty big on him, but it worked. I bent over the table again, he pulled up my dress to expose my cunt, then pressed home.

He didn't last long, but he fucked respectably. I didn't cum, possibly because I was drunk, but it wasn't unpleasant. Biff pulled out and I realized he'd already cum in the condom. Then I realized the condom was still in my cunt. He was a grower, not a shower. His cock got quite small when flaccid, and it went flaccid pretty quickly. He pulled the condom out of my pussy and chucked it into a trashcan, and I stood up, gathered my underwear, straightened up my dress, and we both went back into the house.

I sobered up and got really bored and didn't want to get trashed again. Mike got pretty drunk and was hitting on Beth, and she was into him but didn't seem to be the kind of girl who would simply start making out with him right there. So finally he wanted to leave, and I wasn't about to drive back home that night, so Mike and Biff and Beth and I all went back to the boys' house. Mike and Beth grabbed his room, and I was set to sleep on the couch, but Biff asked if I wanted another helping, so I said what the hell and went to his room.

Turns out he lasts longer the second time, and he can get it up after a short period, so he has some positive aspects. I was sober enough to appreciate being fucked, and we tried several positions for a few hours. I came twice, he came twice, and we fell asleep together, sweaty but happy.

I had to be back home in the morning, and I was feeling kind of worn out, but I got up and managed to get in the car before Mike came out and stopped me and asked if I was just going to leave without one last helping. He's incorrigeable; he had a girl in the other room, and his roomie, whom I had spent the evening fucking, was in the kitchen, and Mike just pulled me back into the house, sat down on the couch, and let me ride him. I was wearing driving clothes, not a dress, so my pants went to the floor with my undies, and then my shirt came off too with my bra, and I was naked in his living room riding him.

Biff came in at a certain point and saw us, looking mildly disappointed, then just smiled and left. I guess he didn't mind much. Maybe he went to find Mike's girl of the evening and make his presence known. They haven't lived together for long enough for me to think that's likely, but still, the reaction wasn't negative.

Mike came in my cunt, I hopped up and cleaned up a little, then pulled my clothes back on, gave Mike a big kiss tasting a little of cum, and headed home.

But wait, there's even more. Like I said, this was a hell of a week. I'm bushed. No, I'm bald, but I'm tired. That wasn't a particularly good pun, but I'm tired, remember.

What A Week

I am trashed right now, so forgive me if my prose is somewhat dyslexic. Or possibly just crap. I can't help it. I can run this through the spellchecker as many times as I want, but there's no "crapchecker."

It has been a hell of a week. Work heated up a little, then there was Sveta's graduation, and then all the celebration that had to entail, and then I went to visit my brother for a day because he was close enough to make a day trip possible. And then I came home before Memorial Day and there was more celebration. I'll try to take it all in stride. It's hard; I'm tired and blitzed.

Let's see: nobody cares about work, so we'll skip the Sveta's graduation. She's done with high school, officially. I went, sat in the back of the place, which was hotter than fuck, and sweated and listened to interminable speeches. At least there was no Mass; I've had to sit through too many of those during various graduations. Just a lot of crap. I cheered as loud as I could for her when she went to get her diploma, and I hope that everyone thought I was just a friend.

She had to go with her parents and have graduation festivities, and I went back home and cried. I cried quite a lot, actually; it was somewhat out of character for me. I went to my room and bawled. I didn't cry like that for any other graduation, not my sisters' or my brother, but for whatever reason, Sveta's graduating really brought home to me that she's going to be leaving soon to go to school someplace far away, where she'll meet lots of new people and have new experiences and all that, and I'll miss her, even if we don't break up. So yeah, there were many tears.

I spent the rest of the evening eating chocolate and watching comedy movies, until my Dad said I looked like my dog had died, which set me off again for whatever reason. He let me cry on his chest for a bit, and then he helped me upstairs to my bed. I sniffled through the tears, begging him not to leave me alone, and he didn't. And for all those of you who were expecting something, he sat on my bed and sang lullabies to me until I fell asleep. It's making me tear up just thinking about it. I love my Daddy. He just sat there and sang to me, like he used to do when I was younger. God damn, hold on a minute, I've sobered up and consequently am only drunk enough to be weepy. I can't see the screen.

I've got Radiohead on and I'm still drunk and I'm going to move on to something else. You all don't want to hear about me being teary anyway.

So the next day, I was feeling a bit better, and I arranged with Sveta to meet up for her private celebration with me. She said she had nothing better to do that day, for which I gave her unmerciful hell because she's not supposed to say things like that. I was joking, of course.

I had her over for dinner to meet the parents. I didn't raise issues of what was going on or our relationship, I just said that they knew she was a friend and wanted to offer her congratulations on graduating. And I told them to be good. I cooked, Mom helped, and we sat down to dinner, Sveta obviously petrified. She's met them before, but not in this type of circumstance. I'm sure she knows they know all about our relationship, but still, she was terrified. But my Mom was very maternal, and my Dad was charming, and in the end she loosened up and answered questions and told stories. Perhaps not the greatest time, but she wound up enjoying herself.

Then we went out for a walk. Why the fuck not? It was evening, the light was dim, we enjoyed walking and being together. It would have been more romantic if the mosquitoes hadn't been out in force. We retreated to the safety of the bunker to apply healing, or something like that.

I had a bottle of vodka in my room, and my parents had instructions to stay away. I really hate living with them sometimes; I feel like such a loser having to tell my parents to stay away from my room. But they turned in early, so it was no big deal.

Sveta and I got trashed. There were mixers, which was good, but still, she's a lightweight and I'm irresponsible. She's too young for it, but yet I did it anyway. We didn't start out drinking ourselves to death; we made love once right out of the gate, not even totally naked. There was a wet spot on her skirt that probably will take serious washing to get out.

Then we toasted, and drank, and made love again, this time with giggles and dildoes. She was tipsy, I was barely past sober. She's got less body mass than I do, and she's not used to drinking. But the second time the rest of the clothes came off, and I fucked her cute little cunt with a dildo while she ate me out from above. It was great, just the right level of innebriation for fun without sloppiness.

Then more drinking, and she was trashed and I was trashed and we both were trashed together. I had more, but we were both in the same boat. We were singing and tickling and just being insane drunk. We fucked, or rather I ate her out until she came on my face and passed out.

I snuggled up next to her, and when I came to, it was light out and we were both tucked in. I don't know who did it; my Dad won't admit to anything, although I could see him checking on us, finding us just lying there, and covering us with a blanket. Hell, I could see him sneaking a peak at us, maybe even copping a feel. He's only human. I'd do it. I almost wish he had and Sveta had been startled from her drunken slumber, because if she'd been as trashed as she was, she would have been totally open to the concept of fucking my dad and the whole thing would have been moot.

I had made arrangements to meet up with Mike the next day, which sucked because it meant that Sveta and I couldn't just lie about and lazy it up. She went home and I took the trip to where Mike was, where he promised a blow-out party. And there I think I should stop this and continue in another post at some point, not right now, because I need to sleep. I think this whole thing is pretty good for a drunk girl, but if it's not, I'm sorry.

Damn, I still get weepy over my Dad's lullabies. I don't know how that sounds to the world, but it's the sweetest thing ever, and it makes me feel like a little girl again. It's completely non-sexual; our love is beyond that. It's like Christmas; presents express love, but they aren't the only way of expressing love. Similarly, sex expresses love (and also is fun) but isn't the only way my Dad expresses his love to me.

Eyes are crossing. Must stagger away now.

Summertime

And the livin' is easy. No, it's not. It's not hard, but it's hardly catfish jumping and back of my neck getting dirty and gritty. I can't think of any other references to summer in songs that I can make. Ah well.

Sveta is fast-approaching graduation. She wanted to invite me, but we couldn't think of a good way to explain me to people. So I'm going, but I'll be hiding out in the background, showing as much support as I can without being able to talk to her. No one would approve of me, I just know it. Maybe I'm being paranoid, but she's of the same opinion, and she knows these people. I've never met her family. She doesn't talk about them much, other than that they make her miserable sometimes.

And then after that, she's getting a summer job if she can, to make some money for college. But we should be able to see each other much more frequently, which is great. I'll be able to pick her up from work, maybe, or visit her there. She's got a license, but no car. I don't think her family will let her drive to work. So I can be the knight in shining armor, as it were.

Can you picture that? Me as a knight in a shining armor? Now, a chainmail bikini babe, that's more my style. I could be an Amazon warrior princess, without the breast-cutting, of course. So I'll be Sveta's Amazon in shining chainmail underwear. How's that sound?

She came over yesterday right after school, and fortunately I was there to receive her, although I've wondered since what would have happened if she'd come over unannounced and my father had entertained her. He can be quite charming, and I'm not at all suggesting that he'd take advantage, but I think she'd be attracted to him even more if he was keeping her company waiting for me to come home. Of course, he wasn't there either, so that's pretty much total crap. Had I not been there, the house would have been empty.

Anyway, I was there, by myself, bored and horny, so it was nice for her to stop by. She wanted to celebrate finishing her exams, although she hasn't gotten the grades yet so maybe that was premature. In any case, she was all flushed and excited and happy, and we didn't make it too far into the house before we were making out. She asked me as I was pulling up her blouse whether we should go somewhere else in case my parents came home, and I just shushed her.

I think she's learned something about my family, if not everything. Six months ago, she would have been inhibited by the danger of being walked in on, but now, she couldn't care less. In fact, she was sauntering around the house naked as a jaybird, in full view of several windows. I've well and truly corrupted her.

After our first feverish session, we did go someplace more comfortable, the basement. There were toys and more fun was had, and then refreshments. I wanted her to spend the night, but she had to go home. Still, it was a good afternoon, totally threw off my work ethic, and now my work is suffering because I took a mini-vacation.

Still, I'm going to go to her graduation, and then at some point after I'm going to have her over for a private graduation party, because I can't come to the official one and I can entertain her better in any case. There will be booze, and a sleepover, and maybe some revelations, depending on how ballsy getting drunk makes me.

In other news, Dad hasn't fucked his chippy again. He told me several days ago (with his cock inside me, which is the ideal time for conversation) that she wants a second helping, but he's just not that into her. He feels sorry for her, but that's no reason to fuck someone. My daddy is really only into younger women.

I asked him about Sveta, and he said, flat out, that he would definitely be happy to show her the ways of love if it ever came up, but that he was in no way going to make any move in that direction. Again, remember, this conversation was occurring mid-coitus. In fact, that may be why I've not talked with Sveta about some things; there are some things I only talk about while fucking, and it's hard to talk with a mouthful of pussy. That's a bullshit answer, and I know it.

Anyway, Dad's no help. I was hoping he'd seduce her and solve some of my problems for me, but no dice. Not that I genuinely expected him to do that. I told him that she was desperately in need of some good cock, and he laughed and told me he was sure of that, but it didn't matter.

I also told him about my conversation with Mom about getting her some action on the side, and he said he knew several guys who'd be happy to do it, but again, he wasn't going to orchestrate it. Then I asked him if his chippy was as hot as I was, and he pulled me to him and kissed me hard and slow, which was all the answer I really needed, not that I needed to ask. I wish I could see a picture of her, basically so I could show it to you. I told him, as a joke, that he should take some candid photos of her the next time. Who knows, maybe he will.

Well, my ass is feeling the need for filling, and I've got nothing but rubber to use. It's late, I'm horny, and I've got nothing much else to say. I'd have more to say if people wrote and asked questions, so feel free to do that. I know some people enjoyed my previous list of trivia, and maybe if you give me some ideas, I'll do another.

Random Trivia

I don't have a lot to report, but I thought I might have some fun giving you some random trivia about things. No, not about state capitals. The interesting kind of things.

1. In High School I dated a guy who was so much shorter than me, we couldn't fuck standing up. We had trouble even doing it doggy style. I'm pretty tall, but he was practically a dwarf. It was one of those short-lived High School romances. I have no idea what happened to him.
2. I've been fucked on three occasions where the condom broke. That's less a commentary on the sureness of condoms and more on how unsafe I was when I was younger, although in my defense I should say that obviously the lion's share of my barebacking has been done with family, and I wouldn't make my Dad or brother wear a condom. I was always on the pill, so it was no huge deal that the condom broke except for the STD issue. Only once did we not even realize it until after he'd come inside me. The other two times, the guy noticed, pulled out, and put on another, which didn't break. A condom has only broken in my cunt, never my asshole, oddly enough I guess, since I have much more anal sex with condoms than without, just for hygiene reasons.
3. To my knowledge, I've only ever made a big mess once while being fucked in the ass. I think I've left a few leftovers on a few cocks, but only once have I had what one could call an accident. It was, to that point, the largest cock I'd ever taken in my ass, I wasn't entirely ready for it, and I hadn't gone into the evening expecting anal. Thus, a mess was made. He was a good sport about it, didn't ask me to clean it up or anything. I guess he figured getting anal was worth some risk. And why the hell not? Once the mess was sorted out, we went and took a shower and he was perfectly happy to fuck me in the ass again, this time with much more pleasant results.
4. I've woken up with unidentified cum on my face once. On some part of my body maybe five times. In my cunt once. Never in my ass. I'm not particularly proud of these numbers, and I did preface them with "unidentified" because I've woken up with cum in all those places too many times to count, but I pretty much always know whose cum it is. My brother would sometimes give me facials in my sleep, but I knew it was him. The seven unidentifieds were all in college, all due to very bad ideas, all wasted because I didn't remember anything about getting them. On several occasions, I will say in my defense that it was because I had passed out drunk in my own room, and I hadn't gone to bed with anyone unidentified, but my roomie can't say the same.
5. I made out with a girl who was deaf. We never got past making out. I've never had a blind lover, although I've heard from some people that blind lovers can be incredibly sensual. I've never had any kind of relationship with anyone missing a limb. I have no problem with it, although I confess it might be a little weird at first. I've just never had the opportunity.
6. I once sucked off a guy who was clean as a whistle, neither of us were drunk, and he was very nice, but for some reason, his cum almost made me throw up. I couldn't swallow; I gagged. He thought I was just reacting to cum in my mouth and apologized. I apologized too. We wound up not fucking after that. I don't know what it was, but it tasted awful. I've never had cum taste anywhere near that bad, before or since.
7. I've fucked in a moving vehicle on several occasions. Cars mostly, although I did once fuck my then-boyfriend in the back of a bus. I've never joined the Mile High Club. I'd do it, I think, but never had the opportunity. I've made love in a boat several times, and I guess it would count as "moving" but we weren't going fast.
8. I once had an allergic reaction to a guy eating me out, and I don't know why. Spoiled the mood completely when my cunt got all red and painful. It must have been something he ate, but I don't have food allergies to the best of my knowledge. It was weird. I think he thought I had a disease. Not the best night of my life.
9. I've never given a handjob and a footjob to the same guy.
10. I credit my fairly clear teenage skin to my face being cummed on so many times. I'm probably wrong, but I give it the credit. I used to ask my brother to cum on my face every so often therapeutically, and then rub it in and let it sit for a while. I've never said this to a dermatologist, who would probably tell me I'm full of shit. But I did believe it at the time.
11. A guy once accidentally pissed in my mouth when I was giving him head. I was surprised and reacted differently than I would have if he'd warned me. He was really sorry. Spoiled the mood for a while, but then we got back into it when I told him I liked it. He didn't want to do it again, but he was raring to go.
12. I don't fuck every person I make out with, although I might make it seem like that. I certainly don't fuck every guy I do other things with, like blowjobs or handjobs. Please don't ask me to give an accurate count. But I gave a lot of non-quid-pro-quo blowjobs and handjobs when I was in High School.

These could probably be better organized, but there you have some trivia. If you have questions I can answer, send them along to my email address, lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com. The more specific you make them, the better story I can probably tell.

Bros and Bars

Mike called me a few nights back, roaring drunk. I mean, he was probably perfectly in control of certain things, but he was talking like he'd had a few too many. Anyway, he was in one room, and in the next room was a girl he'd picked up at the bar. He called me to brag about it.

Apparently, this chick was older, probably MILF-aged, which would turn me off because I'm not that into older women, but probably got my brother hard as a post. He said she was Hispanic, short, large ass, large tits, basically the opposite of me. Not that there's anything wrong with that, mind you, other than the fact that I'm perfection in female form. Only kidding.

He was there with friends, celebrating school being pretty much done for the semester, not really looking for anything other than drinks with friends, but she was there, already fairly drunk, and started hitting on the table. She wasn't targeting anyone in particular, just casting her net over all these college guys in the hope that she'd snag one. Well, they invited her to sit down, have a drink on them, but it wasn't really going anywhere. Basically, the rest of the guys weren't into it. But she wound up sitting in Mike's lap, just grooving against him, and of course his trouser snake came out to play whether Mike wanted it or not, and he was getting fairly blitzed, so finally they're basically making out at the table with Mike's buddies cheering them on.

She started to try to do various inappropriate things to him right there in the bar, but Mike had the good sense (I guess you'd call it that) to stop her and try to move the party to a better location. The other guys wanted to stick around, so Mike got dragged by his new lady friend out of the bar and back to her house, or at least she had a key to the place if it wasn't her house. Once they were there, Mike wasn't about to turn around and go back to the bar, so they got to it. He said she gave head like a pro, and while he was drunk, he was still an expert on receiving head, so he'd know. Maybe she was a pro, who knows?

Eventually, his clothes were on the floor, all he had on were his shoes, and he's behind her pressing his face between her big asscheeks, licking away at her sloppy cunt. I'm trying to reproduce his words as best I remember them, by the way; since I wasn't there, I can't describe it myself. Anyway, he didn't give specifics on taste, so her pussy will remain a mystery box. He did say she was on fire, so I'm assuming her cunt was hot.

He got it together to root around for a condom in his wallet (of course he carries condoms) and then fucked her the first time with her panties around her ankles up against the wall. He said she wasn't that tight, but the heat was incredible. Eventually, they were totally naked except for shoes on the sofa, she was riding him, making a lot of noise, speaking English and Spanish all mixed together he said. Neither of us speak Spanish well enough to say whether that's true or not. I forced him to talk about her tits... only kidding, he couldn't stop talking about them. They were handfuls, large dark nipples that got very excited when he sucked on them, with plenty of boob behind to bounce and jiggle as she fucked him.

I think Mike prefers bigger breasts, which makes me feel inadequate sometimes, but not often. In this case, while I imagine he enjoyed these tits, I wasn't jealous.

Anyway, she was so noisy he had no idea whether she was cumming or not, he said. For a lot of women, I imagine that's true. I think most guys know when I cum, even if I don't say anything, but I can fake it, or accentuate it. Mike was loaded, cut him some slack. She rode him until he came in the condom, and then kept riding him like she didn't even notice. It started to hurt after a minute, he said, so he begged her to stop.

They sat there on the couch, her on top of him, just making out. He said she tried to stuff her tongue directly into his stomach, she was kissing him so hard. She was all over him, a real nympho, at least that evening.

She got up eventually and poured some drinks, Mike thinks rum, or possibly tequila. He was pretty far gone by that point. She started dipping his cock in the drink and then sucking it off, until eventually he was ready again, and they tossed down the rest of their drinks and moved into the bedroom. She was quieter this time, much more submissive, and he laid her down on her back on the bed and pressed in between her legs while she wrapped herself around him and whimpered.

The reason he called me was two-fold; first, she passed out while he was fucking her, and second, he forgot to put on another condom and came inside her without noticing. He wanted to know what I recommended.

I'm not fucking Dr. Ruth, is basically what I told him. If it had been me, and I had wanted him to wear a condom and he hadn't, that would probably piss me off. Likewise, if I had been drunk enough not to notice, and he hadn't told me, that would have pissed me off too. Plus, who knows what either of them have. I'm pretty sure about Mike, but she doesn't know that.

But he was drunk enough that worry and bragging were one and the same. So he told me the story and asked for my advice, and I told him he should inform the woman, because it's easy for me to say that. He wanted to sneak out while she was passed out, I think, just a little. Again, he was drunk. He's a nice guy, but drunk tends to reduce impulse control.

But while we were talking, I heard her come in and ask him who he was calling. He told her he was talking to a friend, I guess because he wasn't prepared to be talking to his sister. Then she said, "Come back to bed, baby," in this very attractive accent, just a hint of something exotic. And he, smartly, told me he had to go, and then hung up.

It was late, I was tired, and I went to bed because he's old enough to take care of himself. The next day, we talked, and he said that they'd fucked again and fallen asleep together, again without a condom, and in the morning, with somewhat unpleasant hangovers, he'd told her. She was fine with it, which I guess shouldn't come as a surprise. Said she didn't care. I think he should get tested, definitely, but if she didn't care, I'm not going to pass judgement, since I've certainly ridden bareback with strangers and had them cum inside me.

Mike thought that once she was sober, she did care, but he didn't say anything. She seemed to be a little ashamed about the whole thing. He doesn't know who she was, or even her last name, but he said she didn't have a ring that he noticed, and the house was pretty small for a woman with a family, not to mention that there was no family in evidence. He didn't feel bad about it. I guess he shouldn't. He said, if she'd wanted to, he would have fucked her in the morning too. She didn't ask or make a move, so he went home hungry.

I'm telling this story because I had the time to write it down, plus it was Cinco de Mayo yesterday (although not when it happened, so that can't explain it) and it seemed like it went with the theme. I'm not advocating unsafe sex. Well, I probably am, but that's the least of my sins, isn't it? No, it's not, because I do believe in safety. I'm going to make my brother get tested if he doesn't do it himself. I think sex has problems largely because people mix up safe, friendly sex with unsafe, unfriendly sex. If you don't do the latter, I don't see what's wrong with the former.

Sickness

I don't really believe in swine flu, or rather I don't think it's as big a deal as the panic is making it out to be. At least, that's what I tell the hypochondriac inside me every morning. Because every morning when I wake up, I perform a little self-exam, checking whether I'm sick or not. Recently, I've been worried about little things, like having a slightly-scratchy throat, or congestion, or all the normal stuff. Hell, I don't think I'd be able to tell if I had a mild case of swine flu, at least not early enough to catch it before it hit me hard.

It's like breast cancer. Every so often, I get nervous and begin doing breast self-exams even though chances are slim that I'll find anything. I mean, I enjoy feeling my own breasts, and if I could get someone else to do the exam for me, so much the better, but I get nervous about it, and there's less to worry about there. I could get swine flu. I don't think I'd die, but it could happen. So I fight over whether or not it is with myself.

Anyway, I'm not dying of swine flu, to the best of my knowledge. I've been around several people who might have it, I guess, but I don't, yet. I sort of wish the whole thing would just get it over with, one way or the other.

Okay, that's about being sick. Now, I think I'll write another post about something else, because you all didn't come to hear about figments of my imagination.