Later that night, as brother and I were still laid out on the couch watching pay-per-view, there was a knock at the door, and upon opening the door, we were treated to the sight of two knockouts. These two blond bombshells in extremely tight, short dresses actually knew our names and quickly introduced themselves as friends. It was like the movies, or a dream.
They hung out with us for a couple hours, talking and flirting like crazy. I felt alive again, amazingly alive, their attention filling back up my empty fuel cells like a Texas power station. Brother and I soaked it in, brother obviously more experienced at this type of thing than I. He made his move and before I knew it he had one of the girls in his bedroom for the night.
I was not so adept, nor sure about what was reality and what fantasy. Two nights prior I had choked down generic baked beans for the two-hundredth time. Tonight I had a beautiful woman touching my thigh. My heart was pounding again, but my head was also spinning. I started to get lightheaded. In an awkward string of excuses and strange body language, I saw the potential fulfillment of years of sexual frustration, a perfect body and an undoubtedly amazing lover, out the door. She smiled politely and went, I can only assume, home to her studio apartment.