the coastergirl diaries volume six

a new girl had started at work, s. coastergirl and i had decided to corrupt her. we bought a bfew hundred dollars worth of liquor and invited her and d. (the friend that had recommended the job to me. and d. wherever you are now. i love you.) over.

the funny thing was, that after all this time, this was the first time coastergirl and i had done any drinking together whatsoever. everyone trampled in a couple hours later and we did three shots with d. and s. s. had never taken a drink before and she weighed all of ninty-five pounds. then d. who had been a bartender previously concocted us some mixed drinks and we sat down on coastergirl's (already referred to by everyone as ours) porch.

s. was drunk fast and loving it. we taught her to smoke cigarettes [random tidbit: d. and s. will be marrying in a few months time and this was the first time they'd ever spent any time together or even talked for that matter]. s. said she wanted to play strip poker (seems it should have been a guy to suggest this, but alas, we were slow to complain).

she didn't know how to play poker so i scribbled her a list of what hands beat what in ascending order and explained the rules. (the game is not complicated, it is the strategy that takes some learning. anyway, it beats strip-chess.)

we played basic rules: jewelry is not clothing, socks are one item, not seperate etc.

we started. s. lost, she had nothing whatsoever, shoes off. d. lost, two pair, shoes off. coastergirl lost, nothing, shirt off (this is how she was), s. lost, two pair, socks off, coastergirl lost, i forget what she had, pants off (shoe and socks still on mind you), i lost, nothing, shoes off, d lost, nothing, shirt off, s lost, nothing, shirt off, coastergirl lost, nothing, bra off, i lost, straight, socks off, s lost, two pair, pants off, d lost, nothing, pants off, s lost, nothing pants off, d lost, two pair, underwear off. d is naked and going in to make more drinks. coastergirl lost, nothing, underwear off (still wearing shoes and socks and this cracks me up just writing it), s lost, nothing underwear off, coastergirl lost, nothing, shoes off, coastergirl lost, two pair, socks off.

there i was. wearing everything but shoes and socks with everyone else naked. this = best poker night ever.

we had ordained at the beginning that the last one with clothes on had to finish their current drink before anyone else could re-dress. asshole and human that i am, i drank slow, feeling like god suddenly.

s. wanted to play on the trampoline. d. had a hard-on the size of maine and i just plain like the idea of it. coastergirl and s. jumped on the trampoline for awhile and coastergirl flicked water left over from the night's dew in my eye on a backflip. d. was crouched trying to hide his hard-on. (that is one thing you women are lucky for, you can be truned on and at a distance it is not obvios, not like men anyway)

i imagine, looking back this must have been uncomfortable having their breasts bouncing swiftly (especially for coastergirl who was wuite well endowed for her size, though not so that it looked odd. au contrair, they fit perfectly). of course that wasn't on my mind at the time.

later s. passed out on the floor f the living room, d clogged the toilet with vomitus and spent the rest of the night chasing coners of the back yard to clog, and i danced with coastergirl on the porch.

looking back, that's one of the things i loved most about her.

she could find a rythym in anything and eat it alive. girl could outdance michael jackson, i shit you not.

we went to bed, didn't mess around and i slept with my arms wrapped carefully around her, her head on my chest. it is still one of the top ten nights of sleep in my life.

(little song for caostergirl: nothing feels like my arms around you.)

2002-09-22 | 5:03 p.m.
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