BPH
Master Don Juan
I used to pray for times like this.
Two women, one weekend, and guess what? Another single mom!
Now, based on how my Friday night went, I figured I could take it or leave it as far as going out tonight. But my only other single friend, who couldn't make it up to Philly to go out with me the week before, really wanted to go to West Chester. School's out at this point, and it's not that warm, so I don't have high expectations, but I decide I'll humor him.
We pregame, take an Uber, and arrive out in West Chester around 12:30 AM, and head straight into Barnaby's. Surprisingly enough, there's a line, and it's pretty busy inside. That said, it's nothing special. We walk around and have a few drinks. At one point, I opened a set, where, funnily enough, all 3 women were single moms out having a girls' night. One of them was absolutely gorgeous, and I got her number, but she's not who this story is about.
Later on, while waiting to order my drink, these 2 girls came up to the bartender in floral, beachy dresses that looked out of place here. One was much more attractive than the other, so I introduced myself and my friend. The one I was interested in was definitely more drunk than the other, and for good reason - it's her 30th birthday. The other is playing the role of "responsible parent" and simply making sure she has a good time. Both are single moms; my girl has 1 kid, the other has 2.
I don't even remember how it came about, but my girl and I ended up having a little mini makeout shortly after this conversation. After that point, she goes off, roaming around, and I don't think much of it.
However, during this interaction, my buddy is hitting it off with the other girl, so I leave him alone and do a quick lap to see if there's anyone else I like. I come back to the same spot some time later, and he's still there with her. Once I'm back over, she explains to me that her friend I just made out with thinks I'm really hot, and wants me and my buddy to come back to her house with them to postgame. My buddy tells me it's not like I'm going to find anybody else at this hour, so we might as well. Now, he and his fiancée broke up a while ago, and she's the last woman he'd been with. My girl is hot, but she's also drunk, so I don't have as much faith as he has, but I reason he needs this more than me - and granted, we're all hammered, so every idea is a good idea at this hour.
She calls up her friend a bunch of times, explaining where we are in the bar, and my girl eventually finds us. Now we begin walking to my girl's townhouse, which was probably about a quarter mile or so away. My buddy is walking side-by-side with his girl, and I'm doing the same with mine. We alternate between making out and her taking part in antics where her drunken stupor has given her way too much confidence (such as attempting a cartwheel). Needless to say, my buddy and his girl get to her house way before me and mine do.
They have a big bottle of prosecco that they start passing around, and we all continue getting hammered. My girl takes it upon herself to start getting undressed into comfier clothes. However, she does this in plain view of all of us hanging out in the hallway leading to her bedroom. I let her friend take care of her for a while before she comes out and tells me, and I quote: "She says she needs a d*** to suck, can you go help her?"
I help her with her clothes, but she's still all over the place, so I give her privacy again, while her friend attends to her again. Meanwhile, my buddy and I are laughing about the situation, sharing swigs of the prosecco in the hallway.
I quickly realize that if my girl keeps pulling the friend away, nothing's gonna happen. So I tell my girl to come downstairs with me, and nudge my buddy to go keep the friend company in that now-vacant bedroom.
I bring her downstairs - still naked, mind you - and we start making out on the couch. After spending some time fingering her, she begs me to f*** her, so I do, and soon afterwards we both pass out, naked, on the couch.
I'm woken up because, for some reason, my buddy and his girl need to come downstairs for something. I quickly put my pants back on so they don't get a show. I don't even remember what they came down for...they just came down, said nothing about our situation, then went back upstairs. I don't remember if my girl woke up and got it, or if the friend brought it, but my girl now had a blanket and had fallen asleep comfortably on the couch.
Me? Well, this couch was in an L-shape, and there wasn't room for me to sleep next to her with the blanket. So I just kept my pants on and pulled a section of her blanket to cover a little bit of my chest, and that's the best I had.
Unsurprisingly, I was absolutely miserable in the morning. These girls are early birds, and must've been up and active around 7 AM or something. I was cold, barely slept, and slightly hungover; meanwhile, my girl is totally fine, fully dressed, and blasting "Closing Time" because she needs her friend, as well as me and my friend, to begin making our way out.
I pop a few Advil, chug some water, and my buddy orders our Uber after his girl leaves. We ride back to his place, I take my car back to mine, and end up sleeping away 5 hours of my day to make up for what I lost last night.
I've got my girl's number, and we texted a little, but I wouldn't expect it to go beyond last night. She mentioned that she thinks it'd be better to keep this as a "fun story to tell", I guess as opposed to a "regular fling to have". My buddy also closed, mentioning to me that it was his first mom and first redhead. Hopefully, that helps him get over his ex so he can meet new women.
And those are my reports from this weekend. I'm off to try and be productive with the rest of my night.
Two women, one weekend, and guess what? Another single mom!
Now, based on how my Friday night went, I figured I could take it or leave it as far as going out tonight. But my only other single friend, who couldn't make it up to Philly to go out with me the week before, really wanted to go to West Chester. School's out at this point, and it's not that warm, so I don't have high expectations, but I decide I'll humor him.
We pregame, take an Uber, and arrive out in West Chester around 12:30 AM, and head straight into Barnaby's. Surprisingly enough, there's a line, and it's pretty busy inside. That said, it's nothing special. We walk around and have a few drinks. At one point, I opened a set, where, funnily enough, all 3 women were single moms out having a girls' night. One of them was absolutely gorgeous, and I got her number, but she's not who this story is about.
Later on, while waiting to order my drink, these 2 girls came up to the bartender in floral, beachy dresses that looked out of place here. One was much more attractive than the other, so I introduced myself and my friend. The one I was interested in was definitely more drunk than the other, and for good reason - it's her 30th birthday. The other is playing the role of "responsible parent" and simply making sure she has a good time. Both are single moms; my girl has 1 kid, the other has 2.
I don't even remember how it came about, but my girl and I ended up having a little mini makeout shortly after this conversation. After that point, she goes off, roaming around, and I don't think much of it.
However, during this interaction, my buddy is hitting it off with the other girl, so I leave him alone and do a quick lap to see if there's anyone else I like. I come back to the same spot some time later, and he's still there with her. Once I'm back over, she explains to me that her friend I just made out with thinks I'm really hot, and wants me and my buddy to come back to her house with them to postgame. My buddy tells me it's not like I'm going to find anybody else at this hour, so we might as well. Now, he and his fiancée broke up a while ago, and she's the last woman he'd been with. My girl is hot, but she's also drunk, so I don't have as much faith as he has, but I reason he needs this more than me - and granted, we're all hammered, so every idea is a good idea at this hour.
She calls up her friend a bunch of times, explaining where we are in the bar, and my girl eventually finds us. Now we begin walking to my girl's townhouse, which was probably about a quarter mile or so away. My buddy is walking side-by-side with his girl, and I'm doing the same with mine. We alternate between making out and her taking part in antics where her drunken stupor has given her way too much confidence (such as attempting a cartwheel). Needless to say, my buddy and his girl get to her house way before me and mine do.
They have a big bottle of prosecco that they start passing around, and we all continue getting hammered. My girl takes it upon herself to start getting undressed into comfier clothes. However, she does this in plain view of all of us hanging out in the hallway leading to her bedroom. I let her friend take care of her for a while before she comes out and tells me, and I quote: "She says she needs a d*** to suck, can you go help her?"
I help her with her clothes, but she's still all over the place, so I give her privacy again, while her friend attends to her again. Meanwhile, my buddy and I are laughing about the situation, sharing swigs of the prosecco in the hallway.
I quickly realize that if my girl keeps pulling the friend away, nothing's gonna happen. So I tell my girl to come downstairs with me, and nudge my buddy to go keep the friend company in that now-vacant bedroom.
I bring her downstairs - still naked, mind you - and we start making out on the couch. After spending some time fingering her, she begs me to f*** her, so I do, and soon afterwards we both pass out, naked, on the couch.
I'm woken up because, for some reason, my buddy and his girl need to come downstairs for something. I quickly put my pants back on so they don't get a show. I don't even remember what they came down for...they just came down, said nothing about our situation, then went back upstairs. I don't remember if my girl woke up and got it, or if the friend brought it, but my girl now had a blanket and had fallen asleep comfortably on the couch.
Me? Well, this couch was in an L-shape, and there wasn't room for me to sleep next to her with the blanket. So I just kept my pants on and pulled a section of her blanket to cover a little bit of my chest, and that's the best I had.
Unsurprisingly, I was absolutely miserable in the morning. These girls are early birds, and must've been up and active around 7 AM or something. I was cold, barely slept, and slightly hungover; meanwhile, my girl is totally fine, fully dressed, and blasting "Closing Time" because she needs her friend, as well as me and my friend, to begin making our way out.
I pop a few Advil, chug some water, and my buddy orders our Uber after his girl leaves. We ride back to his place, I take my car back to mine, and end up sleeping away 5 hours of my day to make up for what I lost last night.
I've got my girl's number, and we texted a little, but I wouldn't expect it to go beyond last night. She mentioned that she thinks it'd be better to keep this as a "fun story to tell", I guess as opposed to a "regular fling to have". My buddy also closed, mentioning to me that it was his first mom and first redhead. Hopefully, that helps him get over his ex so he can meet new women.
And those are my reports from this weekend. I'm off to try and be productive with the rest of my night.
