Anal Amy

I wish I had a great adventure to write about but it was a pretty quiet weekend.

It started out a little rough. I went out to the bars with my girl friends and of course who was at the second bar we went to...Ryan. I didn't talk to him, he was busy talking to some blonde chick. We haven't really talked since last weekend and especially since my night with Jill's Dad.

My friends were worried about me, afraid I would be upset seeing Ryan with another girl. But it really didn't bother me too much. I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me some but I didn't let it ruin my night.

I even ended up having a good night. I may have drank a little too much, but it wasn't because of him. And I had so much fun just being silly and out of control with my friends.

Saturday night was a lot better. Went out with my friends again, and didn't see Ryan. Ended up meeting not one but two guys. The first I met at a keg party. I don't want to call it a serious conversation - because we were half buzzed and I really can't classify it as "deep" but it was a pretty good conversation about politics, music, keg parties and even sex. I don't want to call him intellectual but he wasn't just talking shit either.

When the kegs were kicked, we exchanged numbers and left with our own friends. I definitely want to see him again, he's the kind of guy I could see myself dating.

Then there's the guy I can see myself fucking. He's older, something in the late twenties or early thirties and manager of one of the bars. I've seen him before but Saturday night he definitely noticed me. He spent as much time as he could hitting on me and buying me and my friends drink. He was a little too much, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the attention.

Near the end of the night, I found myself in the back of the bar with him. He was telling me how much he wanted to fuck with me and all this other stuff. It was definitely turning me on, but I really was too drunk. I wasn't really in the mood to play his games and what not. And I didn't want him to think I'm easy/just another bar whore. Which I think if I hadn't just had an amazing night with Jill's Dad I definitely would've gone home with him.

Anyways, when the bar closed he gave me his number and made me promise to see him sometime this week. I called him tonight, I think Wednesday we're going on a date. We'll see.

I guess I was a little wrong, I do need some satisfaction to be happy (or at least a partner that isn't just fucking for fuck sakes). Which is kind of different for me - because I used to be satisfied (and I guess by satisfied I must have meant not horny anymore) by just giving a guy a blowjob or having (anal) sex. I remember when I was younger being satisfied from sex that lasted just a minute or so, I think my definition of satisfaction is different. Or maybe by satisfaction, I really was thinking about enjoyment....it's something I'm still trying to figure out.

Since we're talking about satisfaction, pleasure and enjoyment, last night Jill's dad was in town.

I know some people wanted me to wear something slutty, and if it hadn't been so cold I had a little black dress in mind but I did have a little surprise for him. Under my jeans and a sweatshirt I revealed a pair of red lace boyshort panties and matching cami that he really liked. I loved watching his eyes checking me out as I stripped out of my clothes. Just his looks and smile made me wet.

I had him sit on the bed and I did a little lap dance for him, letting him touch me in all the places strip clubs don't allow. It was a little comical (I don't exactly give lap dances every day), but I felt him grow very hard. And I loved the feel of the fabric of suit against my bare skin.

He asked me to go down on him. I was on my knees in front of him before he even finished his sentence. His cock was in my mouth within five minutes of us getting the room. He told me the whole drive, all he could think about was my lips wrapped around his cock.

I think most of you know how much I hate having a guy hold the back of my head when I'm giving head, with a few exceptions it ruins the pleasure I get from giving head. But Jill's dad knew exactly how to do it. Forcing his cock a little deeper into my mouth than I could take, a little faster then I'd normally go - but it was just the right amount of pressure. I was thinking facial, but he had other plans. When he was about to cum, he pulled my head down and his cock deep into my mouth. His cum exploded into my mouth, filling it with cum and it was a little uncomfortable but I liked it.

He had closed his eyes when came, but when he opened them back up he was worried that he had hurt me. He asked if I was alright. I told him, I was more than alright and that I wanted his cum in me every possible way.

He took off his clothes, then he took off mine. I was ready to feel his cock inside of me, but I'll admit it does take him a little longer to get hard again compared to guys closer to my age. But trust me that's more than alright. He had me lay on the bed, and he went down on me.

He teases me so much, licking and kissing my thighs (inches away from my lips), stomach and even making his way up to my tits before slowly working his way back down. I think before he even touch my lips, I'm extremely wet.

And he knows how to make me even wetter. Licking me in all the right spots, at just the right speed to drive me wild. He told me I had to be quieter this time, but I couldn't help it as I started to orgasm I couldn't control my moaning.

And I orgasmed, wow did I orgasm but he kept going until I came again a minute later.

We took a little water break and pretzel break (don't ask - it was the only thing the vending machine had) before we moved on to the main event. He had me stay on my back and he climbed on top of me, pointing his very hard cock at me.

Ryan has a nice cock, but Jill's dad fills me completely. It feels amazing in me.

He teased me again, almost for too long, rubbing his cock against me until I practicaly had to pull him into me by pulling his ass closer to me. And wow, I love his in my hands.

I love the way he fucks me. He's not in a rush. Each action is slow and deliberate but very powerful. Each thrust into me, moves my entire body. And when we fuck our rhythms and movement work almost perfectly together even when he starts fucking me very hard and very quick.

But he didn't cum...yet. After doing missionary, then doggy style for a while we took another break. While I was drinking a glass of water (I have no idea why I was so dehydrated) he dug out the purple dildo from last time out of his suitcase. He found the the lube in my handbag and I just smiled.

He had me lay down on my stomach and he started to finger my ass. Just feeling his two fingers penetrate me, then fuck me drove me wild. This time instead of putting the lube on his cock, he put in on the dildo.

Slowly, he penetrated me with the dildo, pushing it just a little into me then pulling it out. At first it hurt a little, that he kept pulling it out, then pushing it back in but it wasn't long before it was driving me wild. He'd push it in a little deeper until it was totally in me. Then he started to fuck me with it. I was moaning again.

We got into the doggy style, the dildo still in my ass as he started to fuck me pussy. Slowly at first, so that he could keep fucking my ass. Then a little quicker - and it was then when he wasn't even fucking me that I orgasmed again.

He didn't wait for me to recover, he replaced his cock in my ass. He wasn't taking his time anymore. He wanted to cum. I told him that I wanted him to cum. After a few minutes of hard fucking he came.

I was ready for more. But he was exhausted, he had been up since 6 a.m. and was ready to go to sleep. I think if it had been anyone else, I would've been frustrated but I was pretty damn satisfied at that point.

And we weren't completely done. We had sex, just plain old regular sex that morning before we went our separate ways.

I can't get enough of him. I just wish I could see him more.

After I left the hotel, I had to go right to class. As I was sitting there, I felt like such a slut (in a good way). I wondered if any of the other girls there had great sex the night before. I wondered if any of them were fucking men more than twice their age.

It may sound kind of bad, but I'm getting bored with Ryan. Maybe this friends with benefits thing isn't going to work. I tried writing this Saturday afternoon, but I couldn't find anything exciting to write about. I just stared at a blank page waiting for something to appear. Nothing appeared, but I think it's alright. Friday night's story is about the same story as Saturday's.

We both went out Saturday night, separate places but after a few drinks I found myself text messaging him. We went back and forth, texting each other how much we were bored, how stupid other people were and eventually how horny we were.

I met him at my apartment around midnight, pretty early in college terms. Instead of going to bed, we ended up splitting a bag of popcorn and watching television on my couch. It's amazing what you'll watch on television when there's nothing on...we watched some MTV pseudo-reality dating show. And the scary part is that I found myself liking it.

After watching a couple of episodes (two too many) we decided it was time to go to bed. And I think we were actually going to go bed to sleep. He stripped down to his boxers, I changed into sweat pants and a t-shirt. I was naked for a couple moments in front of him as I looked for something to change into, but he didn't say anything besides to make fun of the people on the show.

I got into bed and at first we were on separate sides of my bed. When I couldn't fall asleep in three seconds, I rolled over next to him. My hand found it's way into his boxers. I gently massaged him for a few moments until he pushed my hand away. He was tired, he said.

For a few minutes, I tried to fall asleep, but I wasn't at all tired. Instead, I crawled underneath the covers. Finding his cock with my hands again, pulling it out of his boxers and into my mouth. This time he didn't resist. He may say other wise, but he was enjoying it.

He was very hard in a short time. He pushed the covers out of the way, so that even in the dim light he could watch my lips go up and down on his cock.

He stopped me after less, than two minutes. He told me we was "close." I was more than willing to finish him in my mouth but instead he took of my sweats and climbed on top of me. Thirty seconds later he was cumming.

Not exactly my idea of a good time. I have no problem being his fuck toy/cum deposit but I want a little bit more pleasure. He was asleep a couple minutes later. I still wasn't at all tired. I thought about getting out of bed and watching television or reading or even writing about it but instead I just laid in bed. Thinking about it until I finally fell asleep.

It's so not like him, but the past couple of nights it's just been quickies. It doesn't even seem like he's into it. He just wants to cum and be done.

And that's exactly what we did this morning, this afternoon and then earlier this evening. Sometimes, it takes a few times for me to learn my lesson, but I kept hoping he would snap out of it.

I don't know. Anyways, I'm still horny and can't wait to see Jill's dad this week.

Got some good news tonight. Jill's Dad is going on a business trip next week, and he'll be staying at a hotel near here on his way back. Just in case I want to spend some time with him. I think that's pretty much a given. Just thinking about it now, thinking about what we'll do together is making me wet.

One of my new years resolutions was to work out more. 17 days into the new year I finally got to the gym.

Sometimes, I hate going to the gym like when I'm on the treadmill and a really hot girl wearing only a sports bra and tiny shorts gets onto the machine next to me. Needless to say the guys in the gym weren't checking out the girl in the baggy hoodie and running pants. Plus her stomach was perfect flat and mine - not so much.

But when I was done on the treadmill I went into the weight room to do my little workout on the machines. I was using the ab cruncher machine and apparently I was doing it wrong, but I don't mind being corrected by a really cute guy. With my luck, I figured he was going to be the boyfriend of the girl wearing the sports bra but nope, he spent the next half hour working with me on the machines. It reminded me a lot of the personal trainer guy I was seeing for a little while last summer, but better. He not only taught me about technique he pushed me to work harder than I normally left. When we were done, my body was tired, I was sweating and he had even made me moan. It was hot in many ways.

He walked me out of the gym and exchanged cell phone numbers. I suggested we should hang out some night. We'll see what happens.

I called someone else when I got home. I called Ryan. I told him to wait a little while because I was going to take a shower, but I heard my doorbell just as I was drying off after my shower.

I greeted him in just a towel. There was a rush of cold air when the door opened, but he was quick to warm me up. He kissed me and basically forced me on to my couch. He climbed on top of me, then unwrapped the towel and started kissing my body.

There wasn't much foreplay, but it was okay with me. He undid his jeans and pushed them and his boxers down just enough. He was semi hard. Together, we made him rock hard.

He fucked me hard from the beginning. The angle was perfect for quick hard thrusts. I held him on tightly and let him do most of the work.

He came pretty quickly, but we were just beginning. We didn't even have to say anything, we both knew what we wanted to do next.

We went to my bedroom and laid on my bed, kissing and him fingering me. Fingering my pussy at first, but it wasn't long before his two fingers were in my ass.

When he was hard again, I got into the doggy position. He got behind me and started teasing my ass with his cock. He had problems getting into me, which was kind of a surprised. He actually had to add more lube, then used a lot of force to penetrate me. And it hurt so much at first, that I wouldn't let him move for a few moments. Then slowly, he pulled out and just as slowly he pushed back in. He did that a few times until I was really ready. Then he didn't hold back at all. He fucked me hard, but I demanded more. It felt so good.

And I had another one of those moments, where I couldn't believe that I was having anal sex and how good it felt.

Then he slowed down so that he could start to finger me. And I just about lost control. I was moaning pretty loud. Then he started to play with my clit, rubbing it gently as he continued to fuck my ass.

I came, wow did I climax. I think he was surprised as much as I was that I came.

But he didn't stop. I told him to keep going. I told him I wanted to feel him cum. And slowly he built up, fucking me harder and harder. My bed started making a lot of noise and I thought it was going to break.

He was getting closer. He forced me down on to my stomach and kept fucking my ass. And then he came, his cock throbbing in my ass as it exploded with cum deep in me.

We just laid in bed. He was semi-soft, but still inside of me. We didn't dare move, we didn't want it to end. And we fell asleep like that, taking a nap with his arms wrapped around me.

Hi, just checking in. Quiet weekend with not much to report. I'll be back soon with some juicy details I hope.

I wasn't sure how things were going to work with this new "friends with benefits" thing Ryan and I have. I was worried things might be awkward. I was worried the lust we had would fizzle out...


I hadn't talked to him since Monday. I hate to say I was playing games, but I kind of was. The next move was his. I wanted to call him, well I wanted to do a whole lot more than that.

Tonight, he was waiting outside of my evening class. I tried not to smile, when I saw him but I did.

I had spent most of class day dreaming. I was horny and there was really only one way to solve that.

I hugged, I told him I missed him and we kissed.

"I want to fuck you." He whispered as a group of my classmates walked by us in the hallway.

I'll admit, I was thinking an empty classroom or the bathroom. My class is always the last one in the building, so we pretty much had the place to ourselves.

But somehow, we made it all the way too my apartment with all my clothes on.

My roommate was gone. I was kind of worried she would be home. She spends most of the time at her boyfriend's but recently she spends more and more time at our apartment. I think they're having a rough time.

We didn't bother turning any lights on, we went straight to my bedroom. He told me, he had been thinking about me all week.

"I've been thinking about giving you a blowjob all week," I said softly. I had him sit on my bed, I got on my knees in front of him.

He unzipped his jeans, and pulled out a very hard cock.

I pushed my hair back and licked my lips. I leaned forward and put the head of his cock into my mouth. I sucked on it. I played with his head with my tongue. I felt it become solid. I looked up at him, as I slid my lips down on him.

He moaned.

I slid my lips back up his cock, to the tip then quickly pushed him back in my mouth. I went right to work, quickly going up and down on him.

My hair started to get in my way as my head bobbed, but he pushed it out of the way. I don't know, I thought this was real romantic.

His hands reached down, and started playing with my boobs. He tried to make it into my shirt, but it was a little too tight. I took a break from sucking on him, to take my shirt and black and pink cotton bra off.

I rubbed my tits against his cock. I slid his cock, between my breasts. Pushing them together and letting him titty fuck me.

It felt good, and he really liked it but it wasn't making him cum.

I undid my jeans, and he started taking off his clothes. I was wearing an old pair of grey panties, but I felt sexy in them. I took them off, then climbed on to the bed.

He laid on his back, and I climbed on top of him, kissing him. Kissing his neck. Rubbing my nipples across his skin. Rubbing my pussy against his cock. Then finally, pushing myself down on to him, feeling his cock enter me.

He fondled my chest, caressing me as I started slide my pussy up and down his cock. I leaned forward and he kissed my nipples. Then started to bite and pinch them. It felt so good, that I didn't even notice that I had started to fuck him harder.

Then he grabbed my ass with both hands, almost guiding me.

He told me to stop, he was getting close. It had only been a couple of minutes but I started going faster. I didn't stop until he squeezed my ass hard, he was cumming.

And we did have an awkward moment. I laid down next to him, but we didn't know what to say to each other. After a minute, he was apologetic for cumming so quickly. I told him not to worry. If you counted the time, since we first started it had been a long while. A lot of stimulation.

We both fell asleep, but he ended my quick nap with his fingers. Finger fucking me for a few minutes, then he put his fingers in my mouth, letting me suck on them. I could still taste his cum.

He was hard again, climbing on top of me. I had to stop him. I had to have him in my ass. I grabbed the lube out of my drawer, then laid back down on my stomach. He applied the lube to my ass, pushing it in with one finger, then bathed his cock with it.

I love those few seconds, just before a guy is going to enter my ass. I still get a little nervous, but that doesn't stop me from getting really excited.

He pushed into me, not stopping until his entire cock was in me.

I think I've said this before, but every time I feel a guy in my ass, I can't believe I'm having anal sex. I can't believe I'm doing something some people label taboo. I can't believe I'm doing something my parents would disown me for. My friends would look different at me, if they knew how many cocks I've had in my ass. I can't believe how many women are missing out on a really amazing feeling.

With his first orgasm, already out of the way - Ryan fucked me for a while. Slowly at first. Then harder and harder until our bodies were making a loud slapping time every time he thrust into me.

I really love being fucked from behind as I lay on my stomach. It feels so natural, so comfortable. I love feeling his weight top of me. I love the pressure on my boobs. I think it's becoming my new favorite anal position. It has it's advantages over doggy style.

But when he started getting closer, we switched so that I was back on my hands and knees with my face buried into my pillow. Trying to mute my loud moans with each thrust.

He was getting closer, he lost all control - fucking me hard and quick until he pushed deep into me one last time. Throbbing as he came again inside of me. Filling me again with more of his cum.

If I didn't have homework, I think we would've spent all night in bed. In fact, I should be working on it right now - but I just had to write down this tonight.


And on a side note, I had nothing to worry about.

I went over to Ryan's tonight. I went over there with the intention of breaking-up with him. I should've just done it over the phone - but I'm kinda glad I didn't.

As we talked - things felt different. Within five minutes of being there, I realized I didn't want to end our relationship completely. It's kind of hard for me to put into words - but I felt like there was less stress, less worry about what he would think; about our relationship etc.

I told him I still wanted to be friends, with benefits. I was kind of surprised that I suggested it, but not as surprised as he was. I told him I liked him, but wanted to see other people.

He wasn't upset or angry - he just looked bewildered. He really didn't know what to say.

I told him, I wanted to be his fuck buddy, his drunk dial - if that was okay with him.

It was.

I kept waiting for him to ask if I had met someone else or something along those lines, but he didn't.

I'm usually bad when it comes to making relationship decisions - I usually wait until I'm forced to do something. And usually with me my friends with benefits relationships just kind of happen - they're not planned ahead. Not that this one was really planned ahead - I hope you know what I'm saying because I really can't put this whole thing into words.

I think I made the decision because he still turns me on physically. As we were sitting there taking, I wanted to go down on him, I wanted to feel him fucking me. And I think things would've gotten heated - if I didn't already have plans for the evening with my girlfriends.


While I was writing this Jill's Dad called. We talked for a few minutes, he has to get up early for work, but we started making plans for him to come down here to visit me very soon.

It's amazing how much can change in 24 hours. About this time last night, I was driving to a hotel to see Jill's Dad. Yup, you read it right.

He had called me that afternoon, just to say "hi." But just saying "hi" turned into making planes to see each other. I think if Ryan hadn't spent the past three nights partying with his friends, I would've told Jill's Dad no - but I was really in the mood for something naughty.

He met me in the parking lot, coming over to my car when I pulled in. We smiled, he told me he missed me and we hugged. The hug turned into a kiss, which made us decide it was time to stop wasting time and go get a room.

I was a little surprised by the hotel clerk, a guy I went to high school with. We just smiled at each other. He didn't say anything, besides "how have you been?" as he checked us in. But, he had to know - I felt like such a slut.

There was a flurry of passion as soon as the door was shut. We kissed and our hands explored each others bodies. My hand found it's way into his pants. Grabbing for his cock and gently pulling on it. His hands pulled up my jean skirt (yup, it was kinda warm enough to wear a short skirt). He just slid, my polka dot thong out of the way - then penetrated me with his fingers.

Somehow, we made it form the entryway to the bed. We fell on to the bed, him on top of me. His cock was just a few inches away from me, but instead of his cock - he went from kissing my lips, to kissing my pussy. I had been dreaming about, fantasizing about having him go down on me again since the last time he had. And it was better than I remembered. I was moaning loudly, not caring who heard as he brought me to an orgasm in just a few minutes.

I needed it. I was able to relax, instantly I felt calmer. I could think straight.

The rest of our clothes came off, and he just held me in his arms. He smelled so good, his body was so warm. But it was only a momentary rest.

He was laying on his back, and I climbed on top of him. At first, I just ran my pussy's lips against him. Very very slowly.

Then we kissed, as I lowered myself on to him. He filled me. I went up and down on his cock. Everything felt perfect as I rode him. Each inch of him felt amazing.

For half an instant, I thought about Ryan. But when I looked down at Jill's Dad I didn't feel any guilt.

I rode him for a while, fucking as fast as we could - but he wanted to switch positions. He had me get on my hands and knees so he could fuck me from behind.

He didn't start off slow. He didn't start off gentle. He fucked me as hard as he could from the first thrust. He didn't slow down until the last thrust. He pushed deep into me and came. One of those orgasms, where I could literally feel him cumming.

He had a surprise for me. Out of his duffel bag he pulled out a dildo. He didn't even ask me if I had any lube in my purse, he just went to where I had dropped it and took it out.

He had me lay on side/stomach, and applied the lube to my ass with his fingers. Not penetrating me yet. Once, I was fully "lubed" (lol) he penetrated my pussy with the dildo. Then he penetrated my ass with his fingers.

I was moaning loudly within seconds. I was starting to sweat as he fucked my ass with two fingers. He knew exactly what he was doing and had me close to an orgasm within minutes.

Then he stopped right as I was almost there. He had my on my knees again. He applied more lube to me, then rubbed it on to his cock. Slowly, he entered my ass. He had me take over control of the dildo. And I matched his pace, fucking myself as he fucked my ass. I was in heaven again.

He asked me if I had ever been double penetrated before. I think he was surprised that I said yes, and called me a "little slut," in a good way. He said, "those must have been some lucky guys to have fucked you like that."

He fucked me harder and I started to get weak. I could barely move the dildo in and out of me. I started to rub my clit with a finger. My orgasm was coming. It was almost too much stimulation. And wow, did I cum. And not just once, I came twice.

I think it's a new record for me, the most orgasms in one night.

He fucked me for a while longer, until he came again.


I woke up the next morning, when I heard the shower running. When he came out, I joked that he was trying to escape from me. He said, he had to be somewhere, but he climbed back into bed with me.

It wasn't a lazy Sunday morning fuck. He gave me something to remember him until our next time.

I didn't want it to be over. But we were running out of time before check out, he had some place to be and I had to pack and get ready to go back to school.

I don't know when I'll see him next. And I don't know what I'm going to tell Ryan. I'm thinking things are ending.

So, I'm home on a Friday night. That isn't a good sign.

It started Thursday. I got to his house around noon, I was late, between traffic and getting ready I was behind by an hour - but when I got there he wasn't ready. He was sitting on his livingroom couch just watching television.

We were planning on spending the day in Chicago, going to the Art Institute then hitting the magnificent Mile for some shopping before we found a restaurant for a romantic dinner.

He had other ideas. He was complaining, then he was tired and didn't want to go out. I asked if he was sick. Nope, he was feeling fine. Hungover? Nope, he didn't even go out drinking the night before.

I sat next to him on the couch. He tried to kiss me, and for a little while I just ignored him. I was all dressed up - hair done, make up done and wearing semi-nice clothes. I haven't been shopping downtown for a long time and I haven't been to the museum since high school - I was really looking forward to the day.

He said he had a way to make up for it. I knew it wouldn't, but I let him kiss me. I let him take off my shoes, then jeans. And I was a little surprised by his next move. He started kissing my thighs. Working his way up. He delicately pulled off my yellow lace panties. He pushed my legs apart and kissed my lips. He started eating me out, right on his parent's couch.

His tongue, lips and fingers felt good, but it wasn't satisfying. I feel a little guilty about this but I faked an orgasm. I think we were both getting bored with it and it seemed like the only way out. I know there's other ways, but this one seemed the simplest way.

We went up to his bedroom, where the rest of my clothes and his came off. I laid on my back and he climbed on top of me. He lasted all of two minutes...not that I was timing, but okay maybe I did by accident.

It just didn't seem like him.

Less, than an hour after I got there I left.

I thought about going downtown by myself, but instead I went to the gym. Kinda glad I did, because I met a really cute (older) man. The settings on my treadmill were all messed up and he fixed them for me. I swear, I wasn't out looking for another man but when he asked me for my number, I gave it to him.

Then tonight, we were going to go out for dinner. He was actually the one that called me to make the plans. But an hour after he called, he called again to cancel. He said, his car was having problems. I don't know a lot about cars, but his is pretty new - but I guess you never know. And the weird part is that I didn't even suggest (or think of) that I could just drive up there.

I really like him, but he's making it hard.

And I called Jill's dad tonight. I guess it's all for the better that he didn't answer his cell phone.

In one of the comment's someone asked me what lube works best for me - the I-D Lube Glide is my favorite.

Ok, maybe not. 2006 was my year of sex, lots and lots of sex. Oral sex, anal sex, regular sex, threesome sex etc. 2005 was my year of lots and lots of anal sex. I thought 2007 was going to by my year of when I explored my lesbian side.

New Years Eve started off pretty well. Ryan was able to rent a room in a completely booked hotel so that we wouldn't have to share a room with all his guy friends.

But from there things started to go down hill. The "club" was actually just the hotel's convention rooms and weren't really designed to be holding hundreds of dancing, sweating people. The heat was bad and I was drinking almost as much water and as beer.

And Anna was MIA when we got there. Ryan's friends said she was there but she was nowhere to be found. We found her around eleven - talking to some guy, which we found out to be her exboyfriend. It's weird saying this, but I was a little jealous. I kind of had picture us sneaking out of the party and heading up to the room, so that at midnight we'd be naked in bed, kissing softly. Then, I realized - they weren't getting along at all.

At midnight, I ended up kissing Ryan. Not such a bad way to start the new year. Anna was still arguing with her ex. I had given hope and was hanging out with Ryan and his friends until Anna found me and said she wanted to "get some fresh air."

I had no idea how drunk she was until she literally stumbled out of the room. At first she told me she was fine. Three seconds later she told me she wasn't feeling well, she wanted to get into bed. The mood was killed. I would've taken her to her room but I had no idea where it was and neither did she. Instead we wandered the hallways until we found my room. She went straight to the bathroom and started puking. It wasn't even one a.m. and here I was holding her hair back and she puked. I gave her water and helped her get into bed. She almost looked beautiful there, laying in bed - her hair was messed up but it was sexy, she looked so peaceful but she reeked of puke.

I ended up watching television for a while then passed out before Ryan even got back to room.

She apologized the next day as she was leaving, but I don't know - it kind of killed my interest in her. I guess it was just all lust.

By the way for those curious - I had this sexy low cut black wrap dress, black mesh panties, matching bra and garter belt and sexy black stockings. I looked pretty hot - I think - too bad no one really got the full show.