At an upscale venue the other day, a man, several years older than I, remarked that my generation is bereft of attachment, meaning we, the Gen-Z, flit from one dalliance to another with as much nostalgia as a goldfish. His argument cantered around how Gen-Z consumes his, Gen-X, childhood like Cobra Kai, Ghostbusters, and the like. I found it incredibly arrogant as to think that this recycled media was something anyone born after 1995 asked for in the first place. Instead, it accosted our attention, not unlike the man sitting next to us. Still, he was handsome and confident… plus he bought me and my friend a very expensive round, so we allowed him to continue, I mean, a Blanton’s old fashioned will ALWAYS get my attention.
Now, I don’t usually suffer nonsense, but my friend, let’s call her Bianca, had already seamlessly told me with her eyes that she wanted to give this man her attention. So, here I am, unamused, but slightly buzzed. So, I pulled a Taming of the Shrew with this philosophical Gen-X’er and demanded he find me a worthy friend, or I’d cock block him with my buzzed and horny companion who is, without question, every bit as gorgeous as yours truly.
The man, realizing he was in a jackpot situation, feverishly typed on his iphone, looking for a Petruchio, while I announced we may uber to our next venue without our Gen-X Lucentio. Mr suave begged for 5 minutes and when that passed, he begged for 5 more – it seemed he was digging deeply into this contact list. Meanwhile, the bar tab ran up and I was feeling quite a buzz as was my friend. Finally, a nervous gentleman, dressed like he was en route to the golf course, arrived at the bar to meet me, his Katherina, and allow his buddy a chance with Bianca. When he arrived, he anxiously shook my hand and introduced himself as “Gary” as if we were new work colleagues. Gary is in his late 30s and not a bad looking guy at all, but when he saw that I was in my early 20s and was every bit of whatever Lucentio described me as… he was stumped and froze for a moment before anxiously trying to speak to me like he was some provost and interviewing me to be part of the class of 2025. Honestly, it was kinda adorable, the way he nervously tried.
I made him have a drink and then another… he loosened up and turned out to be a very fun and interesting guy. Meanwhile, my friend Bianca was practically sitting on Lucentio’s lap and they had already kissed. It seemed the new couple was soon to leave and my Petruchio was in a panic as to how he might navigate these young waters without his tour guide to young single women. But then, he found his confidence and he pulled some moves on me that I had only seen in RomComs. Right there in the bar, he asked me to go out on a date with him – it was so “old-school” and, like I said, adorable. I gave him an enthusiastic “yes” and promised that, at a future time to be named, I would accompany him on a date, then I put my number in his phone. The way he smiled… it was as if he was instantly transported back to a time when all the world was filled with possibilities and it was likely that magical things might be happening around every corner. It might have been a minute since Gary, our Petruchio, had a win, and he could not stop smiling. I think he kinda wanted to leave at that moment, fearing his good luck had reached its peak, and not wanted to tempt fate with further inactions that could only jeopardize the rendezvous he had just negotiated.
Then, it happened… I looked over at my friend and she returned my glance with the tell-tale unfocused of someone who needs to be immediately heading home – you know that glazed over shimmer in the eyes… She’s a tiny girl, maybe a bit over 100 lbs, and that guy fed her around 5 or 6 stiff cocktails, in the hopes of feeding her his stiff cock later… and it totally backfired. I announced the departure of myself and my intoxicated friend, much to the chagrin of her would-be suiter. In a word, he was angry, and didn’t agree that she needed to leave. He insisted that I leave with his friend and leave Bianca with him…. uhhh no. He completely blamed me, then, when we stood up to leave and said our goodbyes, he became angry at his friend for not “handling me”. Absurd.
Long story short, 3 minutes later my drunk friend and myself were in an Uber being whisked away from a smiling Petruchio and sullen Lucentio. The moment we left the bar, she seemed to perk up, but home was still the destination. Along the way, her Lucentio called and texted her… she let her iPhone ring and didn’t even read the texts. Just after I dropped my friend off, while I was sitting in the Uber alone for the final leg back to my apartment, my Petruchio texted me, asking if I had reached home safely – so cute. I waited a few minutes, just because it’s fun to have him see that I’ve read his message but haven’t yet responded… plus I don’t want to seem too eager. Then I replied and informed my Petruchio that of course I haven’t arrived home because I was waiting for him to text the address of his apartment. He answered so quickly with an address, his thumbs must have cracked the screen! And, honestly speaking… wow! Often when I’m buzzed, I don’t have the easiest time reaching an orgasming with a new partner unless they are exceptionally skilled, and this man had skills, especially with his tongue. After his wicked tongue-lashing, I let him fuck me while wearing a condom and the sex was unathletic and mundane but I was still absolutely awash with happiness from my toe-curling orgasm. Ladies, word of advice, if the guy is old enough to have done business on a Blackberry, but is young enough to have switched to an iPhone… ride his face before you ride his dick – treat yourself. Afterwards, I decided not to spend the night and took an uber home. While heading back, Bianca had texted me wondering where I had disappeared to after dropping her off. I asked if she had replied to the guy’s friend – and she replied “no”… so I told her to text him that I just fucked his friend Gary. Apparently, according to Bianca, her Lucentio was not happy for Petruchio.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qlttpk/twists_that_the_night_brings_23f