Estimated Time of Arousal (standard:other, 1510 words)
Author: Cucicu	Added: Sep 13 2012	Views/Reads: 3027/2030	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Some times things happen for a reason.

Estimated Time of Arousal 

“You know what I mean?” 

I was too drunk to have any idea of what he meant. 

“Yeah, I'm totally with you,” I said. 

“Them mother fuckers are going to kill all of us,” he said, turning
around quickly. He just missed knocking over a large tray of drinks 
that the waitress was carrying over her head. 

“Opps!, Hey, can I get you guys some more beers?” she said, trying to
hide her annoyance with him. “Hell yeah!”  he said loudly.  “Make that 
two.” 

As she walked by, I was totally captured by her ass. The bar was crowed
that night, so she had to brush her tight blue jean hips against my 
elbow as she tried to squeeze by my chair.  In my mind, she was a 
blowjob waiting to happen.  But, it didn't take long to figure out that 
every horny bastard in the room had the exact same fantasy as me.  
Everybody and his sister was trying to hit on her and she was getting 
pretty tired of it. 

“Hey man,” he said. “Do you have a cigarette?” 

“No, sorry. I don't smoke,” I said. 

“Neither, do I, Except when I drink.” 

We both noticed that our waitress was heading back towards us. 

“Hey lady,” he said, with all of  the finesse of a Brillo pad.  “I'd
really like to get into your pants.” “Listen cowboy” she said, as she 
rolled her eyes, “I already have one asshole in my pants. Don't you 
think one's enough?” 

I started laughing so hard I almost pissed myself. She certainly cleared
the sails in his pantalones!  My drinking partner didn't think it was 
very funny, but if nothing else, it helped us sober up a bit, at least 
for the moment. 

“No offense,” I said, still laughing. “but I guess that makes us two
true asshole buddies.” 

A few minutes later, he was over it. 

“Hey lady,” he said, yelling loudly at her across the room,  “bring us
two more fuckin beers!” 

I blacked out. The next thing I knew I was waking up in a place that I
had never seen before. The clock on the wall pointed towards the number 
three.   The light streaming in through the windows told me that it was 
the afternoon rather than the middle of the night.  I noticed a 
bathroom in the hallway so I slowly crawled over there and throw up. I 
felt much better after that.   I had no idea where I was. As I turned 
my head, I noticed that my drinking buddy was sleeping on the couch on 
the other side of the room.  I was hoping that he wasn't the one who 
drove us home form the bar.   I was totally hung over, but something 
was nagging at me in the back of my mind.  I knew there was something 
important I had to do that day, so I stumbled over and woke him up. 

“Huh? What?  What the fuck's going on?” he said. “Sorry buddy,” I said.
“I'm just trying to figure out where the hell I am.” “Oh it's you,” he 
said.  “Don't worry, you're in my apartment.” “Oh,” I said.  “Hey,I 
don't suppose you drove us here last night did you? His bloodshot eyes 
made him look like he was still drunk. “Are you kidding?” he said 
emphatically.  “I was fucked up last night, but I'm not a complete 
fool,” he said. “Someone called a cab for us.”  Then, he suddenly  
looked at me as if he had  just solved all of the problems of the 
world.  “Hey,” he said.  “Do you want a beer?” 

“No! No,  I'm good,” I said.  “By the way, my name is Tony. After all
the time we spent together last night, I still don't know your name.” 



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