The Return of Last Minute Resistance

I ran into the Russian girl on the last day of school.

“You going to the party tonight?”  she asks.

“You mean at [bar]?”  I respond, referring to the fact that a bunch of us grad students were hitting up a near-by bar in a couple of hours.

“No.  Tonight.  It’s downtown somewhere.  You should check on Facebook.”  She responds.

“Oh, I don’t know what I’m doing tonight.  I’ll see.”

A couple of hours later, I’m at the bar near school with my buddies, “y’all going to some party downtown later?”

“What party?”  They ask.

“Some party downtown, one of the undergrads was telling me about.”

“I don’t know anything about it.”

“Y’all haven’t seen it on Facebook?”  I ask.

“No.”

“Let me check.”   I pull out my phone and check on Facebook…. but, I have no invite to an undergrad party tonight.  ”Well, never mind, it’s not on my Facebook.”

“You’re just making up shit Wonka, there’s no party tonight.”

“Naw, there is one.  I bet you the undergrads are going somewhere downtown tonight.”

A little while later I see a cute wavy-haired girl I’ve seen around campus before.  I’ve talked to her a couple of times.  I ask her about it, “Hey, are the undergrads having a party tonight?”

“Yes!  It’s at [club]!  You need to invite the grad students too!”

“Hey, I tried to tell some of them about it, they no nothing about it….”

“Invite them!  Please!  You all should come too!  Please, invite as many grad students as you can!”

“I’ll see what I can do….”  I respond and grab another beer.

I move around, talk to everybody, but I mainly wind up hanging out with and talking to the short-haired blonde girl I made out with last week.

Eventually, after a few beers, word gets around that everybody is going out to the club where the undergrads are going later.   I head home, eat, take a short nap, and then head to the club.

I get there, check my coat, and head straight to the bar to get a drink.  I’m at the bar, and guess who pops up next to me?  The short-haired blonde girl.

I talk to her some more.  Hang out with her for quite a while actually, between walking around a bit and saying hello to everybody else I know, including the cute wavy-haired girl.   The Russian girl isn’t there though… which I find a tad funny, since she’s the first one that actually told me about the party…. nor does she ever show up.

Anyway, yeah… I chill with short-haired blonde girl a lot, chatting mostly, dancing a bit.  There’s a live band.  Music is good.

Short-haired blonde girl buys me another beer when I get empty.  That was nice of her.

I talk to her a bit longer, then go take shots with a buddy of mine who bought a round of shots for few folks, since he’s trying to bang this one chick and it’s now her birthday – midnight.   So, I get in there to get my shot, and cute wavy-haired girl is there too.  Her and I wind up dancing together for a bit.  I can tell she’s into me.

I stop dancing after a couple of songs and go take a piss, when I come out of the restroom, I run into my buddy.  I tease him, “what’s up with you and [birthday girl]?  You’ve been hanging out with her at like every party lately bro?”

“Really?”  His eyes get big, “is it that obvious?”

“Oh yeah… so you are then…”

“Naw, man, we haven’t done anything,” he’s quick to say, “I mean, it hasn’t happened yet.  It probably will though, but it hasn’t yet.  I would tell you if I was….”

“Oh okay”

“Yeah… what’s going on with you and [cute wavy-haired girl]?  She’s all over you…”  He asks me.

“Ha… man, I don’t know what I’m doing.   I got one girl I made out with last week buying me beer, and I got another chick dancing all over me… and I don’t know which one I want.”

“Wait, you made out with a chick last week?   Oh man, you’re dilemma is bigger than mine.  You know what you should do?  You should just play it cool, and see which one comes at you more aggressively, then go home with her.  That’s what I would do.”  He shrugs as he gives his advice… not a bad suggestion though.

I get back out to the dance floor, and I notice another one of my boys is now dancing with cute wavy-haired girl.  I sip my beer while a couple of our friends come up to me, “What happened?  [That guy] took her off you?”

“Naw…. I went to take a piss…”  I respond, honestly.  I think it may have came off a bit cocky though….

“Oh, okay.  You can get her back whenever you want, huh?”  They ask of me, feeding my ego.

“Pretty much”  I shrug and head to the bar.

I catch short-haired blonde girl a bit later and chat with her some more.  But, she’s boring me now.  For some reason, I want cute wavy-haired girl now…. for a few reasons I think: 1) she’s more attractive, 2) she’s younger, 3) she’s drunker, and 4) to prove that I’m the one she wants to go home with tonight, not my buddy who decided to dance with her when I was in the restroom.

I chill by the bar, not sure how I’m going to steal her back off of him, but then.. the opportunity presents itself… they come to the bar, her and him.  She sees me, “heeeyyyy!”  she says and starts to dance on me again, right there at the bar.  My buddy is behind her and cheers’ me and tries to dance on her from behind at the same time, then he disappears.  I have her to myself again.

My roommate stops by the bar and buys her a drink while she’s dancing on me.  I’m not sure why he did that, but whatever.

I wind up taking her back to the dance floor.  She’s really all over me now.  Even more so than before.  I know I can make out with her.  I want to, but I don’t…. because I’m not sure how many people from school can see me.  I’m not sure if short-haired blonde girl can see me.   I don’t know why I care…

After a few songs dancing with her, I pull her off to the side of the dance floor away from where my school mates are.  A bit more secluded.  I know they can probably still see me, but it seems more secluded.  Here I make out with her.  She’s into it.   Here I talk dirty to her in her ear, “I’d fuck the shit out of you.  I’d make you cum so many times.”

It’s the first time I’ve said such words to a girl I know from a social circle setting rather than a cold approach.  I’ve never said that shit to the other girls at school that I’ve had chances with, but I try it now.  Might as well.

After some more dancing and making out, I pull her out toward the coat-check and the entrance to the club, and lean up on the wall there.   I make out with her some more and say, “c’mon, let’s get out of here…”

“No,”  she says, “I shouldn’t go home with you.  That’s a bad idea…”

Damn.  I ignore it and just make her dance on me some more and make out with her some more.   Then I just casually mention that my apartment is close by.

“Let me go grab my purse.”  She says.

We walk back toward the bar and dance floor, she goes off and grabs her coat and purse.  I see an undergrad guy who takes classes with her, stop her and ask her if she’s okay.    I chill and another graduate guy who I have class with comes up to me, “where’d the little girl go?”  he asks, trying to joke around.

“What’s up?”  I play stupid.

“The little girl,”  He motions an exaggerated short height, “she’s about 12.  You could get in trouble for stuff like that.”

I’m not in the mood for his silly jokes, she’s 22.  I shrug my shoulders, “I don’t know bro.”

She comes back with her coat and purse and we head to coat check to grab my coat, and then head out.

We get out into the street and she hits me with, “by the way, we’re not fucking tonight…”

“Of course not.”  I say.

“I’m kind of seeing someone….”  she says.

I ignore it.

I put my arm around her and we walk to the corner to catch a cab.  While walking, she starts talking again, “so you live close by, huh?”

“Yep.”

“So, it’s true what they say?  That all of the graduate students have a lot more money than us undergrads?”

I laugh…. “Well…. we have work experience.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard you grad students are all rich.”

I laugh again.

We get to the cab and head back to my place, talking the whole time.

We get to my place, she asks where the restroom is and goes to take a piss.  I give her a glass of water…. because I know she’s drunk.   I also offer her some shorts to sleep in.

She goes back into the bathroom to change into the shorts, and we chill at the kitchen table both drinking water for a while.  Then, we head out onto the balcony, so I can show her the view and explain to her what part of the city she’s in now and the history behind it.

Then, we wind up in my bedroom.  I change into some shorts and a t-shirt right in front of her and then crawl into bed with her.  Turn off the lights.  And, we’re making out again.

I lick and bite her on the neck and move her hands down to my hard cock.  She rubs on it.  Good sign.

I lift her up and take her shirt and bra off and suck on her tits.   Take my shirt back off and then I take the shorts off of her too.  I try to take the panties off, but she grabs them and stops me.

I keep making out with her, and sucking on her neck and breasts.  She’s butt-naked except for these panties.  I slide them to the side and rub on her clit, then stick my finger inside of her and finger her while she moans.

Then, I try to take the panties off again.   Again, she grabs them and holds them on, not letting me take them off.

Repeat.  More making out, more fingering, more nipple licking.  I even pull my shorts down and put her hand on my bare cock and she rubs on it and rubs on it.

I try to take the panties off again.   She blocks it again.

What the fuck?   I haven’t seen LMR like this in a long time… I almost forgot it existed.

I move her panties to the side again.  Finger her again.  This time, I figure, fuck trying to get panties off, I’m just going to go for it.  I pull her panties to the side and put my dick up to her pussy, about to enter her, when she moves her hand in front and blocks it… “don’t be a dick.”  She says, “Trust me, you don’t want to fuck me anyway.  I have a yeast infection right now.”

Shocked, I get off of her and lay down next to her.  She cuddles up next me and goes back to jerking me off, and says to me, “You’re frustrated?”  She asks..  ”I’m sorry.”

“Naw, I’m good.”  I downplay it.

She starts to explain her “yeast infection”.   “It’s just a mild yeast infection, it’s not that bad, just a small bacteria overgrowth.”

I pull her hair to shut her up, then make out with her some more.   I pull her onto me and get her ear, “What do you want, [name]?”  I say in my sexy, seductive voice.

“I don’t know….”  she murmurs….

“You know you want this dick…. I’d fuck the shit out of you.”  I try again, while thinking to myself, She has yeast infection, I should probably get up and get a condom.

I make out with her and tease her some more, then roll back on top of her and say, “hold on, let me get something.”

I get up and head to my dresser, grab a condom, and get back in bed.  She says nothing to stop me.

I make out with her, finger her, get her jerking me off again, and I grab the condom wrapper and start to open it.

She tries to grab it from me, “Is that a condom?”  she asks.

“Yeah.”

“No really, I can’t.  I’m sorry.  I can’t.  I really can’t.”

I’m just fucking perplexed.  I set the condom down and start to accept defeat.   She kisses me on the chest and lays on me, rubbing on my dick, while I just lay there.

She gets up to go take a piss after my roommate gets home.  She puts the shirt I was wearing on, and then I sneak her past him, his drunk ass never even sees her there.

We she gets back to bed, I’m starting to go to sleep now.  She grabs the bottom of the shirt and says, “do you mind if I sleep without it?”

“Naw.”

She takes the shirt back off and lays back in my bed, to sleep topless with me.  But, she won’t let me fuck.   I still don’t understand why girls do this type of shit.

Before we fall asleep, we talk for a short bit, and she asks me, “is it going to be awkward when I see you at school now?”

“Naw…. “

“Okay, that’s good.”

I also give her a nickname at some point, to which she keeps responding, “I don’t know if that’s good or bad….”

I wake her up in the morning and we talk for a bit, before I tell  her she has to go.

We get up, get dressed, and I walk her out.

Defeated by LMR.  Again.