I went out once with this chick named Alice, an 18-year-old gymnast with long brown hair, small breasts, and an ass you could set a teacup on. We went to the Granada, which used to be the only movie theatre that served alcohol and they allowed smoking in the balcony. There were June bugs flying all over the place under the marquee lights as we stood in line. This one big old fucker was divebombing right at Alice’s face and I snatched it out of the air and dashed it to the ground. She looked at me like I was her hero, and I was pretty sure that I was getting laid. I got a bucket of beer after promising the waitress I wouldn’t give any to my underage date then gave her a couple anyway to wash down the shots of the pint of whisky she had in her purse.
We’d taken her Camaro to the theatre because it was a brutally hot evening, and my Mustang didn’t have A/C. She asked me to drive home since she’d been drinking and I had more experience with drinking and driving. It was after midnight and had finally gotten cool enough to put the top down. We were stopped at a red light not far from the theatre when a black Suburban pulled up next to us and a black Explorer screeched to a stop behind us. All the doors on both vehicles popped open and guys jumped out, reaching into their jackets and pants. I saw the pistol the Suburban driver pulled out from under the seat not six feet away from me. I felt very exposed with the top and windows down.
“Fuck this,” I said, and gunned it even though the light was red. We shot through the intersection, narrowly missing a fuel truck, and got away from whatever shit was going on behind us. I looked over at Alice and she was smiling at me, and her long brown hair was whipping around her face and I knew I was getting laid.
We went back to my place and had a couple more beers and made out then made our way to the bed. “You have to get naked then take my clothes off without any help,” she said. Not only did she not help, she actively resisted me. She lied there with her arms straight by her side, her hands in fists, and her muscular legs locked out straight and tightly together. I was horny and determined, though, and firmly but gently removed each item of clothing until I could see all that tanned skin – no bikini lines! All the beer and whisky had caught up with my penis, though, and we both looked at the limp disappointment for a moment.
“Too bad!” she said gleefully and bounced off the bed and got dressed and left.
We never went out again but I started banging her roommate so it worked out.