Blue Balls, Part 3

I was clueless about the booty call. The whole time I was playing the role of Boy Scout as I sat an entire cushion away from Lala on the sofa during our movie viewing. I expected her to leave right after the flick ended, but that wasn't the case. She wanted to hang out in my room to have some drinks. Even then, I was still in a fog about what was really going on.

As we entered my room, I grabbed the bottle of Pinot Grigio that was under my bed. Meanwhile, Lala turned on my cd player. As I looked around for a cork screw, Lala dropped a bomb on me. She asked me to show her how to dance. At that point, I came to my senses. She didn't need to drop another hint. I just needed to figure out how to open that damn bottle of wine without a cork screw.

During my college days, I was far from naive. I never had a problem sealing the deal either. In this case, however, I was thrown for a loop. Lala's interest came out of left field. She had never given any indication of being interested in me. All along she gave the impression of solely being into one of my friends.

Realizing the opportunity that awaited me, I searched my kitchen frantically for a cork screw. There was none to be found and it was too late to venture out for one. I came upon a pen as I surveyed the kitchen. A short while later, after stabbing at the cork like my life depended on it, I popped the bottle open. We were ready for lift off.

Lala and I polished off the bottle of wine as we danced in my room. We took turns putting back swigs of the chardonnay until there was none left. Gradually, our bodies became intertwined. With each song that passed, we grinded harder on each other until our lips finally connected. As the kissing intensified, we undressed each other. I unhooked her bra as I guided her swift backpedal to my bed. It was like a scene straight from a movie. Her breasts were beautiful. Lala was on fire. Suddenly, Lala pulled away and begged me to stop. She didn't want to cheat on her boyfriend.