We have returned from our Spring Break in Lake Havasu.
The first week was miserable. I was very sick, the girls realized it, and I only saw Aisha when she brought me food, wearing a surgical mask. The whole house smelled of Lysol, which the girls sprayed to kill whatever had gotten me. It must have worked, since nobody else got sick.
The second week was a lot of fun. We took the boat out everyday. Girls Gone Wild is bullshit, though it was fun while it lasted. As we passed some boats on the way out to the middle of the lake, Serena would often yell "Show us your tits!"
As often as not, they did. Then yelled back "Show us your's!"
"No!"
There were speed bats everywhere, guys with binoculars scanning for topless and nude women, to dash over there and take pictures. The girls learned from Aisha. When she is tanned, and wears her bronze bikini, she looks nude from a distance. So the other girls wore the "nude bikinis." Flesh tone. It drew a lot of attention to us. Speedboats, with camera ready, came close, only to turn away, disappointed by light colored suits.
It is not that the girls are particularly modest. Behind the high walls of the house we rented, around the pool, they never wore a stitch. Being comfortable with nudity around a group of people who have seen you naked many times, and everyone has had sex with each other anyway, is not the same as being jack off material for frat boys. Why does anybody need more jack off material? Not that I have anything against the Greek system.
Did you know Thursday was a holiday? It was. Make Up your Own Holiday Day. I previously blogged that I missed March 14 celebrations due to illness. February 14 is Saint Valentine's Day. He was a martyr, bu the way. So, March 14 is payback, ladies. It is beer, steak, and a blow job day. Courtney was being merciless, telling me how it was too bad I was sick, since she has been researching the perfect blow job technique, and how much I would love her blow job.
So when I declared Thursday beer, steak, and blowjob make up day, Courtney said it did not count. The day had passed.
Courtney was never going to give me a blow job. She given me three, the last about a decade ago. I still believe she is in the running for the most homosexual woman in the world. I still think she should be a Gold Star Lesbian: about three and a half hours in Cabo under the influence of drugs and alcohol should not count. Serena, who has never had a gold star, tells me that the gold star is like virginity. When it is gone, it is gone, and you cannot get it back.
I was surprised when Wendy gave ma a blow job, she was no longer under such an obligation. I did remember that she lost an apartment and a relationship when her girlfriend came home unexpectedly and caught her sucking cock, so maybe she was just in the mood. I was very happily surprised when she swallowed. She rarely did that when she was our unicorn, and sucking me every night. She said "the swallow finish is from Claire," and drank all my beer, then poured me another. She was really stoned at the time, but on vacation, she almost always is. Serena makes a decent steak, so I was not disappointed like when Aisha tried to make it. Nor was I disappointed with Serena's blow job, though when I told her I was close, she called Aisha over to finish me. Aisha went down om me in bed, and she gave almost an hour. We were both exhausted.
The problem with Courtney is that she is very smart. I do not think I can trick her into a blow job. Nor was Megan going to do anything, not with Courtney there. Also, the had to monitor their marijuana intake, to stay high, but not get stoned.