Randomly Out

An uneventful Friday night.
That was what I had spent, drinking and playing computer games at home by myself.
Before moving on to porn.

Which might have explained the random decision to leave the house at a quarter past two in the morning.

In particular I had just watched a series of videos of a girl in a car, first wanking, then giving head to the guy in the passenger seat, before they parked up and he fucked her.
I was turned on.
I decided to go for a walk.

I had it all planned out, even to the extent of grabbing my wallet on the way out the door.
A quarter past two on Friday into Saturday.
In less than ten minutes I would be on the main road in the middle of the student route home from the clubs.
There would be girls making their way home alone, having failed to pull.
But I had an extra weapon. Or rather two.

I’d offer them twenty pounds. Two ten pound notes.
“Hiya, do you fancy coming back to mine and sucking me off for twenty pounds,” I would ask.
The poor student girl would agree; even if she didn’t fancy me, she would want the money.

She would then walk back with me, her drunk as well, arm in arm to my house. We would snog on the doorstep just for the hell of it before she semi-reluctantly came inside. She would have already asked to see the notes on the street, but would now ask for them for real. And I would keep to my word, but then I would ask her to unzip me, touch me and then get down on her hands and knees, first licking, then sucking me.

It was colder than I thought it would be, but I was still keen. And insulated by the drink.
As I walked up the quieter roads I was losing my confidence. It was rather late. Were there buses at this time, or would the last few just be getting taxis direct to their door? They were going to laugh in my face, weren’t they?

I hit the main road and started walking up towards the shops.
Moment of truth.
No one in sight, but keep walking.
Just a few cars going past, both directions.
I hardly even noticed the one pull up from behind me.
“Hey, what you doing out this time?” she asked. brunette, student-aged, but obviously got enough money in that car.

It caught me by surprise. “Just walking,” I tried to say in a straight, non-slurred way.
“Cool,” she agreed. “Fancy coming back to mine. I want some fun. I’ll make it worth your while.”
I looked at her. On a plate?
“Say twenty pounds?” she asked.