This is the first of two installments to this episode:
Account of August 15, 2003 weekend: Long Awaited Mis-Union
Destiny left me with high hopes the last we touched, even though my senses told me otherwise. Immediately after our passionate good bye, in the cab ride to the border, I told Yoda that something didn’t feel right. It didn't matter, cause I was high-jacked. There was something about this girl – something that I knew right away -- 5 minutes after I started talking to her.
The month’s waiting for her return was excruciating. The first two weeks I was a mess, but thankfully much of it was covered by the two week I had off between my old job and the new. Somehow, I mustered enough focus the next three weeks to complete an impossible project and garner a promotion. Like a prisoner passing time by lifting weights, that is also what I did, in preparation for a grand reunion. I forewent all sex except from dependable Rosie Palm.
By the time of the weekend of her arrival, I was rebuffed and reduxed. And so the moment had arrived that I took good ol’ AMTRAK down to S.D. and the Jolly Trolley to the Border. I arrived around 10 that Saturday night (August 16, 2003) at CC with a mixture of nervousness, excitement and anticipation. The first person I saw was young dependable Jessica, my former favorita. She looked sad and tired sitting at the left corner booth. I always make sure to greet her and chat – my tribute to her. That night she was still reeling from a disintegrating relationship, but my appearance seemed to cheer her up a bit. She told me that I looked handsome now. After working out for a month, my muscles came back after becoming a little soft. I hate cutting my hair, but this time I had my hair cut especially for that weekend. But I knew what Jessica really meant – she knew me even before I had the cosmetic procedures. Most girls never knew me from before,which is a good thing. It’s funny, I thought women weren’t supposed to be as shallow as men when it came to looks, but they are.
And it’s funny how we take so many things for granted. The first thing my girl tells me when I meet her it that she remembers my name. I guess it’s a big thing to remember names over there, what with so many johns and putas coming and going. But Destiny always makes sure to start things off by telling me she remembers my name, even though it comes out awkward, like as if she wouldn’t remember it. So to my utter surprise, Jessica, good old dependable Jessica, didn’t have a clue as to mine. Just for kicks I asked her what my name was: I drew an embarrassed blank from her. She said she didn’t know and was so embarrassed, in fact, that she blushed mightily and had to excuse herself from my company because she knew she’d fucked up big time. She tried to tell me she simply had too much too drink, but we both knew. I laughed at the excuse – half mockingly but was disappointed after treating her to many lunches, after many extended sessions in Jalos and Leyva; shopping; gifts; letters of appreciation; and even her pimping one of her friends to me. After all that, she couldn’t even remember my name. I still chuckle at that, but that’s the way it goes.
When Jessica left, I talked to Destiny’s best friend at CC, Victoria, the model and the tool of my own destruction. I asked her where Destiny was, and told me that Destiny wasn’t working this weekend and the last time she worked was Thursday. But I got confirmation that she had arrived back in TJ on Monday, she was indeed in town. But where? I stayed till Sunday evening, waiting and hoping to that she would show. But she never did. In the mean time, I waited like a drunken fool. Sipping the devil’s nectar and smoking like a chimney passing the time away at both clubs. I even passed on Vicky’s advances for a good time – I would be a fool to make the same mistake twice, and deep inside, I wanted to be true. I also passed on Jessica’s proposition that night, which was a damn shame cause she was really down and out emotionally and told me that she thought a 3-some with me and her friend (not Disaster girl with the oily grease-balls and shit-yeast, not that one) would cheer the both of us up? But I just had to pass, I was there for a specific reason.
By 4 am Sunday morning, I was drunk and horny. In Adelitas, I ran into a big-titted, chunky 40–something Mexican mamacita that was sexy as hell. I always fall for those sexy, Latina, busty mama types! I was lonely too, so I couldn’t resist taking this sexy MILF up for a little romp. However, I still had the presence of mind to request no sex, no BJ for $40 -- just some wild B2B massagy and serious tit-sucking. It took all I had of will power to stop from stick it in that wet box.
The next day, Sunday evening, after my girl never showed and me drunk out of my mind, I stumbled into CC and there was my amiga America, hot as ever – another hot MILF. We chatted for a bit, got more wasted and got America drunk too. Then we fucked for a long time upstairs. I fuck that girl good. She was screaming and tell ing me she loved me and all kinds of nonsense! It’s a trip fucking her -- like fucking my big sister. But always a great fuck! After such a great session, I left America after escorting her back to the CC. I wanted to say and chat with her, but it was late and I had a train to catch if I was going to be home that night.
The next weekend came quickly, but this time I requested the help of Yoda, because I knew I would need expert counsel.
Rico
-- Modified on 2/17/2004 3:46:29 AM
