From Wimp To Pimp - Sex Stories

From Wimp To Pimp

... unsure of what to do now. Just when his depression was beginning to lessen this had to happen. He decided to feel around for his couch to put Lisa down. He did not want to risk bumping her into anything. As he set her down gently, he sat next to her. While sitting down, he thought about his next move. This record deal was not guaranteed, but it was highly likely. Despite this, he sighed, “Oh what’s the use? I don’t have a band to sign the contract with me and I don’t have Jane by my side…A drink would sound nice right about now.” Kael walked over to his kitchen in search of some booze. It was also where the matches were kept. He felt around inside the cabinet to find the matches. Remembering the candles were left of the fridge, Kael walked over to it. He lit the match and saw the candles. He lit one and the kitchen became more visible. He opened his fridge to be greeted with darkness, a reminder of the power outage. He could make out an aluminum can inside. He pulled it out without looking and opened it. PSSS. CLICK. As Kael took a sip, he realized— “Shit, that’s the soda.” Kael opened the fridge for the second time. Every can he pulled out was a soda can. He then remembered something. “Fuck. That’s right. I finished the beer last week. Why don’t I just drink some of the vodka in the freezer?” Kael closed the bottom portion of his fridge and opened the top. It was nice to feel the cold air hit his face. As he felt around, he touched the cold glass bottle. ‘Gotcha!’ he ...

... mentally exclaimed. He pulled it out and shook. The content inside was not frozen. It was the vodka. No need for a shot glass. Tonight was a night to get wasted. There was no other means of feeling better. Maybe he’ll return to Lisa after he drank about twelve shots worth of vodka. Kael sung one of his favorite drinking songs as he twisted off the cap. “To walk through the world by one’s self, you can't be protected. Your trust is in whiskey and weed and Black Sabbath, it's Goddamn Electric!” He put the bottle to his mouth and drank as much as he could before pulling away. It was quite a large amount to drink for vodka. “Woo! Fuck yeah!” Kael yelled this in a cheerful mood but it was sadly fake. He was far from cheerful, but he kept this façade of happiness as if someone else was with him in the kitchen. He found it pathetic. Perhaps, on a subconscious level, it was his way of reassuring himself he was okay. That life was not over even though Jane left. He continued to drink more. Eventually, he put the bottle down on the counter and picked up the candle. He stumbled to the living room where he left Lisa. He was unsure of how much he had, but it did not matter. All that mattered was he felt great now. He looked to Lisa as he said, “Hey baby, you missed me?” Kael grabbed his guitar and picked her up. There was not much to do but play guitar and drink. He was already d***k and not all of the alcohol was kicking in yet. The only option he had was stay home and play guitar, not unless ...