The Chick That Jumped in a Vietnamese Restaurant
I was fresh out of high school, maybe even still in high school. There was this girl who was cocksick for Sean, before I had even penned the term ‘cocksick’. She decided that quickest way to Sean’s cock was through mine. I don’t mean that she was gonna jump on my cock in order to get to Sean’s, but that she had this friend that she wanted to hook me up with.
As I recall it I didn’t much want to get hooked up, regardless of how hot this friend of hers was. So I resisted, for months. She eventually stopped mentioning it and one night decided that she was going to treat me and Sean to dinner. Simply unable to pass up free Vietnamese lumpia, we agree to meet her.
Now we weren’t entirely thrilled to be having dinner with her, so we show up late. We come in and sit down are are greeted by this pretty little Vietnamese chick. “Josh, this is the girl I was telling you about,” my eyes grown, my face reddens and I just nod with a plastered smile.
She comes back a minute later with our drinks, she’s sits down and we are officially introduced. I forget her name, not immediately, but right now can’t recall it.
Toward the end of our dinner she asks to talk to me alone. Back then I wasn’t good alone I was better in groups, it was always a great way of shifting the attention away from me.
We walk toward the kitchen and then into the kitchen, all around us are random cooks. She lunges at me and starts kissing me. I don’t know why I resisted so much, but I did.
“I really like you,” she says. Even then I found that statement absurd, I met you twenty minutes ago. She starts kissing me again, I need an out. Because although making out with this chick was cool, it was all just alittle too weird.
Finally I tell her some lie to get me out of there. She slips me her number than tries once again to slips me some tounge. Never called her.
