I needed to take some time off after a busy week, so I phoned some friends in San Diego to see about a visit. I was eager to see my friends, but I also saw this mini vacation as an opportunity to pick up some (very)HBs. Unfortunately, after a stressful week, it was almost the complete opposite of last week’s adventures.

The Field Report: A Weekend to Get Away

I was flying - windows down, music up, sunroof open, and doing 90 on the freeway down to San Diego. It had been a long week and I was grateful my friends were free to put me up this weekend. As luck would have it, the 7 I’d picked up at the show last week was house sitting for her brother 15 minutes away from where I was set to stay and she had invited me over for a night. We got about four hours of sleep. We made sure the neighbors didn’t get any.

The cool sea breeze woke me early in the morning, the 7 pressed tightly against me. As I lifted her arm off my chest, she sighed and rolled onto her back.

“Good morning,” she managed through a half asleep smile.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I dragged my fingernails slowly up and down her body, lightly teasing her. My movements grew more intense, more animal – tickling turned to scratching, kissing to biting. She started grinding on my leg and I moved to meet her. When she reached for a condom, I grabbed her hand firmly and took hold of her hair with my other hand. I kissed her hard before getting out of bed to gather my clothes.

“You can’t leave me here like this,” she groaned, frustrated.

I finished pulling on my jeans and kissed my way up her leg, slowing down as I made my way further and further up it and stopping just before her pussy. I grinned up at her and cocked a devilish eyebrow. Watch me.

I finished collecting my things and she saw me out. As she stood in the doorway, still flushed, her eyes blazed. I knew she was right where I wanted her.

“Hey hey man! Good to see you!” My friend answered the door and threw up his arms to give me a hug. Even though it had only been a few weeks since they all had left for school, it was great to see everyone again. As I walked in to greet the others – his sister, his girlfriend (one of my best friends from high school), and his roommate – he set down a tray of shot glasses on the coffee table. “Finally! Now we can get crackin’ on these!” It was barely 10AM. I fucking love college.

The five of us, all happy to be in each other’s company once again, took our shots and then sat down to a real breakfast of leftover pizza and Mexican food. After breakfast, we met up with two of his girlfriend’s roommates – a toned, dirty blonde 8.5 whom I had met once before and another girl who looked like the witch from Snow White. We piled into the cars to head down to the beach and I climbed into the back seat with the 8.5. I opened my mouth to start chatting her up, but nothing was there.

“So how are your classes going?” I managed, embarrassing myself in front of myself. She started on about upper division psychology and training mice. I wasn’t paying attention. I was swimming in my head trying to find something to grab onto.

Frame? FRAME! COME ON. This isn’t difficult. Slip some negs in, DHV her, start some kino, read her body language. Not that bad, man.

I somehow managed to maintain the fluff for the full car ride to the beach, but that’s all it was – fluff. By the time we arrived, she was bored with the conversation and I was in no mood revive it. I got out of the car, still trying to get a grasp on my mental state as we made our way to the event. When we arrived, a 7.5 with large sunglasses and breasts to match greeted us.

“Hey guys, did you find us alright?” she said, looking us over. A few in our group had already wandered off and were mingling. “I’m Alex,” she said, going around the group introducing herself one by one. As she made her way around, my friends peeled off and joined the fun.

“Alex,” she said cheerily, extending her hand.

“One more time?” I asked, taking her hand. I had heard her just fine the first time.

She leaned in closer, “Alex.”

“Hey! Me too!” It wasn’t really my name.

“No way!” she chuckled.

“Yep. I must say, I rock the name harder than you do though.” There was just enough of a smile on my face to let her know I wasn’t completely serious as I took a step back and looked her up and down disapprovingly.

“Psh, we’ll have to see about that one, ALEX!”

“I’ll tell you one thing for sure, I can definitely rock those sunglasses harder than you do.” With that, I plucked them off of her face and put them on over my own pair.

Here it is. I found it. This is feeling a bit more natural – much better than in the car. OK, now don’t think about it. Let it just flow. Stop thinking about it, man.

“Really? On top of your lame ones?”

“I’m just that cool.” She laughed and snatched them off my face. I opened my mouth to carry on the flirting and… And? AND. FUCK. She immediately left to rejoin her friends and I went to throw the football around and hopefully clear my head.