It's two days later and you feel you are JUST about ready to venture out of the flat.
(though I haven't actually done that yet...not quite presentable!)
Thursday night was unbelievable! I got home from my exam at about half 6, Mandy and Charlotte were just getting in from doing some shopping and were debating dinner. We knew we were going out to get smashed so pasta was out of the question!
We hada nice prawn stirfry (loadsa veg in a sweet sauce = loadsa energy with minimal alcohol absorption!) and began to get ready. now the thing you need to understand is that after an exam (that went fine btw thanks for asking) and after a mega dinner getting ready takes a little bit longer than it normally would (the three vk's that I had while getting ready weren't hepling me move fast either of course)
We left the flat at 12, a third of a bottle of wine each and half a bottle of vodka between us...we were ready to party!!
Now this is the essence of being a true first year student: Leaving your flat as some people are already beginning to crawl home, walking like three divas down the road and walking straight into a club that has a queue halfway down the street....first years soon meet doormen and become friends with them! It helps that at least three doormen from three different clubs are on my course!
We ended up in the dingiest of clubs in Liverpool...Blue Angel, aka the Raz...this place is manky to the extreme but it is THE best place to end the night! Four fat frogs downed while there and a good bit of dirty (and sweaty) grinding with three hot guys in the basement meant that our night was complete. Time to to toddle home, shoes burning out feet...guys in tow. We had vodka at home...lets carry on with the party!!
We got back to the flat at 5, £30 poorer, three guys richer and not walking quite so sexily!
We kicked the guys out at about half 6...not sure they were too happy with that but that's tough. You danced with us, you drank our vodka, we had a laugh and a kiss...time for you to bugger off outta it...you didn't expect more did you??!!
We are, afterall, very...very good girls!
Showing posts with label naughtiness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label naughtiness. Show all posts
Saturday, 12 January 2008
Thursday, 10 January 2008
3 hours and counting
My final exam is in just over three hours...I can't wait! Once that is done I'm coming back to my flat, tarting myself up and grabbing the two girls in Liverpool and going out!! (hhmmm...jeans and heels or short shorts and higher heels?...help me decide!)
So yeah, instead of revising (I was hard at it yesterday afterall) I'm gonna see if I can finish Thursdays story while keeping myself painted in a good light.
Where were we? Oh that's right, Matt and I had been in the bathroom upstairs. I skipped over what happened a little bit...
As I came to the top of the stairs he took me by the hand (quite gently) and led me into the toilets. After shutting the door behind me he pushed me back against the door and kissed me deeply. Now if there is one thing that will make me anyone's, it has to be a decent kiss and this one was definitely that. One hand on my waist the other in my hair, he pushed himself up against me and the door. "So..." He said as the hand that was in my hair began to undo my short shorts and meander its way between my legs "I'm thinking that we go back to yours and have a bit more fun than we can in here" His fingers are doing magical things by now and my hands are inside his jeans (though I don't remember them getting there!). I told him we couldn't go back to mine due to the parental units and, annoyingly, he had the same problem...solution....a hotel?
He told me that he knew a hotel on the outskirts of Essex that was open all night that we could get to if we caught the last train. After a quick conversation with Sam (who was having a pretty good time with Craig I might add) we decided that we would go with them.
Remember I said I was a good girl? And sensible? Doesn't sound it especially does it? Well, let me explain myself a bit (and yes I do feel I have to): I knew the hotel he was talking about it as my brother used to be head doorman of a pub two buildings down. I know the current owner of said pub and despite my drunken state...I can run bloody fast in heels - I felt safe to go where we were going. The good girl part? I have no excuse...I'm a student!! I'm allowed to be naughty!!!
We encountered a slight problem when we got to the hotel; they were fully booked apart from one single and one triple room. There were four of us...we went for the triple and decided Matt and I got the double because he was paying for the room and Sam and Craig could squeeze into the single.
When we got to the room Sam and I had a quick discussion in the bathroom (as girls do). We could do anything we wanted...just refrain from making too much noise and making it obvious to each other!! We went back into the room and were lead to the beds by our boys.
To be honest, I didn't think Sam and Craig were enjoying each other as much as Matt and I were and this became apparent after about two hours when Sam was asleep and Craig was drinking from the tap in the bathroom and Matt and I were laying together enjoying each others bodies as quietly as possible.
What happened next...well...just what happened next!....Craig cam back into the room and sat at the end of our bed, he was looking at Sam as she slept and didn't seem particularly bothered. Matt tapped him on the shoulder while looking at me and said "why don't you get into bed with her?...Or us?" He raised his eyebrows at me and tilted his head, kinda asking me if it was OK, but mostly being a cheeky bugger. I heard myself saying "yeah, get in with us" before my brain kicked into gear. He didn't need telling again and was soon laying on the other side of me.
And so Kitty is no longer as inexperienced as she likes to claim she is.
Oh dear I think I need to behave myself tonight!!
So yeah, instead of revising (I was hard at it yesterday afterall) I'm gonna see if I can finish Thursdays story while keeping myself painted in a good light.
Where were we? Oh that's right, Matt and I had been in the bathroom upstairs. I skipped over what happened a little bit...
As I came to the top of the stairs he took me by the hand (quite gently) and led me into the toilets. After shutting the door behind me he pushed me back against the door and kissed me deeply. Now if there is one thing that will make me anyone's, it has to be a decent kiss and this one was definitely that. One hand on my waist the other in my hair, he pushed himself up against me and the door. "So..." He said as the hand that was in my hair began to undo my short shorts and meander its way between my legs "I'm thinking that we go back to yours and have a bit more fun than we can in here" His fingers are doing magical things by now and my hands are inside his jeans (though I don't remember them getting there!). I told him we couldn't go back to mine due to the parental units and, annoyingly, he had the same problem...solution....a hotel?
He told me that he knew a hotel on the outskirts of Essex that was open all night that we could get to if we caught the last train. After a quick conversation with Sam (who was having a pretty good time with Craig I might add) we decided that we would go with them.
Remember I said I was a good girl? And sensible? Doesn't sound it especially does it? Well, let me explain myself a bit (and yes I do feel I have to): I knew the hotel he was talking about it as my brother used to be head doorman of a pub two buildings down. I know the current owner of said pub and despite my drunken state...I can run bloody fast in heels - I felt safe to go where we were going. The good girl part? I have no excuse...I'm a student!! I'm allowed to be naughty!!!
We encountered a slight problem when we got to the hotel; they were fully booked apart from one single and one triple room. There were four of us...we went for the triple and decided Matt and I got the double because he was paying for the room and Sam and Craig could squeeze into the single.
When we got to the room Sam and I had a quick discussion in the bathroom (as girls do). We could do anything we wanted...just refrain from making too much noise and making it obvious to each other!! We went back into the room and were lead to the beds by our boys.
To be honest, I didn't think Sam and Craig were enjoying each other as much as Matt and I were and this became apparent after about two hours when Sam was asleep and Craig was drinking from the tap in the bathroom and Matt and I were laying together enjoying each others bodies as quietly as possible.
What happened next...well...just what happened next!....Craig cam back into the room and sat at the end of our bed, he was looking at Sam as she slept and didn't seem particularly bothered. Matt tapped him on the shoulder while looking at me and said "why don't you get into bed with her?...Or us?" He raised his eyebrows at me and tilted his head, kinda asking me if it was OK, but mostly being a cheeky bugger. I heard myself saying "yeah, get in with us" before my brain kicked into gear. He didn't need telling again and was soon laying on the other side of me.
And so Kitty is no longer as inexperienced as she likes to claim she is.
Oh dear I think I need to behave myself tonight!!
Monday, 7 January 2008
I'm so gonna fail!
I'm definitely using this blog for what it was designed for.
I SHOULD be revising for the incredibly long, boring and difficult exam I have tomorrow. The exam I have in the module I went to a grand total of 4 lectures for. The exam that is the most important one I will probably take this year.
Instead, I'm trying to work out how to tell you all about Thursday night and am browsing lots of random blogs to find some new reading material.
At lest I'm not going out getting pissed...I've been banned until Thursday night after my final exam..I'll be making up for it then, that's for sure!!!
So yeah....last Thursday...it was a messy, messy night.
You need some background first: I am...yes I really am...a very good girl. Before I came to university I had slept with exactly one boy and done nothing else with any other male. I didn't drink and I had never tried drugs. I'd also never been to a club (read all of that as over protective parents and a very big, big brother).
University became a bit of a turning point (my time to rebel). I now love going clubbing and tend to get a little bit tipsy, I didn't try any drugs while at uni....this is good.
Then I went home to London for Xmas and new years and decided to carry on with the rebelliousness....this is bad.
On New Years Eve my best girlfriend, my second best girlfriend and me were out in Leicester sq getting royally drunk and dancing like we weren't wearing 5 inch heels for a long, long time. I decided I was going to pull - slight problem: a severe lack of pullable material. I ended up snogging a 30something year old guy with a blonde beard and small eyes...this was not what I had planned! It didn't help that he thought my lips were for licking, not kissing and that he thought he could suck the skin off of my neck whilst I was dancing with my friends! Definitely not what I was hoping for and completely unsatisfying!
So on Thursday I was determined (you see how this turned messy...?) to have some fun!
I think I may have to cut this story a little short, I can hear you all yawning already.
Sam and I were out on our own, we'd been to the ice bar and had gotten a taxi to Leicester sq to have a few drinks in a bar there. We'd been nursing a pretty bottle of wine for a little while (we were a little inebriated from the cocktails earlier!) when a guy (Matt) and his friend (Craig) came to speak to us. We were all having a bit of a friendly chat when Matt invited me to join him upstairs. Well...upstairs is where the toilets are...nothing else. I'm not following him am I? noooo because I'm a good girl. Yeah! A good girl with a good 3/4 of a bottle of wine in her, 3 cocktails and a 'sensible' friend that has lost all sense of reality.
I went upstairs. I didn't do anything though, we just had a bit of a kiss and a grope.
It wasn't until we ended up in a hotel that things got truly messy...
I SHOULD be revising for the incredibly long, boring and difficult exam I have tomorrow. The exam I have in the module I went to a grand total of 4 lectures for. The exam that is the most important one I will probably take this year.
Instead, I'm trying to work out how to tell you all about Thursday night and am browsing lots of random blogs to find some new reading material.
At lest I'm not going out getting pissed...I've been banned until Thursday night after my final exam..I'll be making up for it then, that's for sure!!!
So yeah....last Thursday...it was a messy, messy night.
You need some background first: I am...yes I really am...a very good girl. Before I came to university I had slept with exactly one boy and done nothing else with any other male. I didn't drink and I had never tried drugs. I'd also never been to a club (read all of that as over protective parents and a very big, big brother).
University became a bit of a turning point (my time to rebel). I now love going clubbing and tend to get a little bit tipsy, I didn't try any drugs while at uni....this is good.
Then I went home to London for Xmas and new years and decided to carry on with the rebelliousness....this is bad.
On New Years Eve my best girlfriend, my second best girlfriend and me were out in Leicester sq getting royally drunk and dancing like we weren't wearing 5 inch heels for a long, long time. I decided I was going to pull - slight problem: a severe lack of pullable material. I ended up snogging a 30something year old guy with a blonde beard and small eyes...this was not what I had planned! It didn't help that he thought my lips were for licking, not kissing and that he thought he could suck the skin off of my neck whilst I was dancing with my friends! Definitely not what I was hoping for and completely unsatisfying!
So on Thursday I was determined (you see how this turned messy...?) to have some fun!
I think I may have to cut this story a little short, I can hear you all yawning already.
Sam and I were out on our own, we'd been to the ice bar and had gotten a taxi to Leicester sq to have a few drinks in a bar there. We'd been nursing a pretty bottle of wine for a little while (we were a little inebriated from the cocktails earlier!) when a guy (Matt) and his friend (Craig) came to speak to us. We were all having a bit of a friendly chat when Matt invited me to join him upstairs. Well...upstairs is where the toilets are...nothing else. I'm not following him am I? noooo because I'm a good girl. Yeah! A good girl with a good 3/4 of a bottle of wine in her, 3 cocktails and a 'sensible' friend that has lost all sense of reality.
I went upstairs. I didn't do anything though, we just had a bit of a kiss and a grope.
It wasn't until we ended up in a hotel that things got truly messy...
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