 Drunken Revelry
Basically, there was this girl named Robin in my Art class who I began to like swiftly after having become what could be considered a rather "good friend," but after having discovered that she didn't like me, I stopped liking her (or so I believed).
The art class is funny: There is Robin, another girl named Vittoria, and myself. We sit at the same table everyday and speak of whatever goes on in our lives (Mainly involves sexuality/drugs). We've never really hung out all together, but the Art class was a type of escape, in order to speak with a new group of people outside the bounds of our normal friends.
Anyways, Robin and Vittoria have become quite close friends, and one night, they were hanging out with Vittoria's current sexual partner, Rusty. That particular night, I was with a friend named Ben, and we were planning what to do with the rest of the night. I had plans to go with Robin's sister, Emily, to go camping (nothing sexual, just with a group of friends), but not any real way to get there.
Anyways, at about 10:30 PM, I received a call from Robin.
R: "Hey wanna ditch Emily and go smoke and drink with me and Vittoria?"
M: "Sure, yeah"
After Robin and Vittoria met up with Rusty, they hung out near Bethesda without smoking/drinking. Vittoria had to go home at 11, and couldn't sneak out/hang out after that. Robin stayed nearby to where Vittoria lived, and Rusty had come to pick me and Ben up near where I lived.
So he picked us up and we left to go get Robin/Vittoria. Although Rusty and Vittoria were intimate sexual partners, Rusty had evidently been using her, and their whole situation was a nightmarish hellscape that had become REALLY annoying. So we met up with Robin (who was, that night, absolutely stunning) and all decided that we were going to see if Emily and her group of friends, had any bud/alcohol.
Now, they had very little alcohol and no bud, and me, Robin and Ben finished the remaining bottles. There was not enough for me to even get buzzed, and although Robin had taken larger sips than me, I really doubt that she was buzzed/drunk.
So the rest of the night consisted of Ben, Robin and myself drifting about, wandering from town to town, looking for weed/alcohol.
By 1:30, we were under the impression that we would have a dry night.
Suddenly, Ben started talking. (He'd been silent for the entirety of the night).
"Hey, guys, you know my dad's apartment has alot of alcohol in it, and I have a key."
We all got really happy, and took the metro to where Ben's dad's apartment was.
Now, I noticed that Robin was acting very close to me. She began to rest her head on my shoulder, and at first, I simply dismissed it as a tired chick resting her head on whoever she could find. After the third time, however, I felt there was something to it. Perhaps my instincts were dimmed, but those were my impressions.
Now, at Ben's dad's apartment's front door, there was one of those magnetic identification things with a card. It was 2:00 in the morning, and Robin was resting her head on my shoulder in the lobby, sleepy. Ben was a bit pissed off, and now had us believing we would just... QUIT.
There was this little Asian guy smoking, and I decided to go out and ask him if he could open it up for us. He happily agreed to and told us to have a nice night. Haha, those Asians. Good guys.
Anyways, as we entered his apartment, Robin slipped onto the couch, and Ben got the Alcohol. I sat down next to her. She smiled at me, and so we proceeded to all get drunk. The TV had been flipped on by Ben, and we started giggling at the TV and the shit that was happening in some crappy movie. She seemed pretty drunk, and she seemed all over me.
Basically, we looked each other REAL sensually in the eyes, with one of those stares that's just so intimate. We began making out like crazy, and I was drunk as shit, so I started sucking her nipple and fingering her as we made out. I left to go further down on the couch, and laid down. I waved her over, and she laid on top of me. We once again started making out. We continued, and then I left to go to the next room. Again, we made out as I fingered her.
So the night ended well. She fell asleep curled up snug like an adorable little baby, and I smiled and kissed her before stumbling out the door to go home. Ben was in some kind of hypnagogic trance.
Next morning I woke up in my own bed, smiling happily. She said she remembered nothing other than the kissing. I felt guilty, as it became obvious that I really still liked this chick (even though I'd gone through two girlfriends from the time I started liking her till now) so I admitted by Monday morning, ( 2 days later ) that I had also fingered her and sucked her nipple. She said she had really no memory of that, but was pretty cool with it.
"So we are just friends, right? That was just a little drunken fling or whatever," she sent me via test messages. (I admitted having fingered her and sucked her nipple via text messages, because the night previously, I had tried calling her, but it was too late and she had already gone to sleep)
So, I'm just wondering.
Where is it that we stand, do you think?
She was sober when she consciously decided to get drunk with me. She could've called up just about anyone else, but she chose to hang out with me. Throughout the whole night, I had this goddamn premonition-like feeling that we were going to end up hooking up.
Plus, she knew that I had previously liked her, so she was getting drunk WITH the guy who you know already liked her. Did she not expect it or something?
I'm not EXPECTING anything, I just want to have a clear picture of what she thinks of me, or something.
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2007-04-28, 19:05
