Magic Wanda - Sex Stories

Magic Wanda

... points to nil when he d***kenly smooched with some young, under-dressed, over-made up young girl on the dance floor of The Palace nightclub. Despite Ringo’s encouragement, I couldn’t muster the bottle to chat to any girls myself. I got the impression that Dave would have snogged his mother that night if it had meant him scoring points against us. I used the excuse that I was only interested in quality, but by the end of the night, I was regretting opening my mouth and dreaming up the stupid contest. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The next morning, we were all suffering from our excesses of the night before. We stayed in bed until about twelve o’clock. Once up, we headed out for a fried breakfast at a nearby cafe. It certainly helped the recovery, but we were subdued for the rest of the day. It didn’t help that the glorious sunshine of the previous two days had disappeared to be replaced by a strong coastal wind and heavy showers. We had a couple of games of ten-pin bowling and then went to the pub to watch some live football. It was a case of lemonade’s all round. We were fully recovered from our hangovers by the evening and got ready to hit the night spots for one last time. Again, talk was rife about the competition and Dave was full of himself. He really was enjoying winding us up. “Got your twenty pound notes with you lads? Ready to see the master in action again? Got any phone numbers lately Ringo?” It went on and on. “I’ve had enough of all that chat,” I ...

... whispered to Ringo. “I don’t care if I get blown out tonight. I’ll show him. What’s the worst that could happen?” “How about some bird telling you to fuck off?” reasoned Ringo. “Aw come on, that was just one girl. She even warned you on her T-shirt what she was like. I’m not going to let that bother me.” “Good for you mate. It bothers me though. You’re on your own tonight.” I had my first opportunity back in The Tower Lounge, our second bar of the night. The target was a pretty brunette stood about ten feet away from us with two of her friends. I kept talking to myself in order to build courage and finally, when one of her mates wandered off, I made my approach. I could feel the sweat trickle down from under my arms as I approached her, my cheeks reddening by the second. My mouth started to go dry and as I got to within two feet, I started to panic. She saw me coming and looked away. Not a good sign. There and then, in that split second, I lost the tiny bit of confidence I’d just talked into myself and muttered, “Excuse me, do you know where the toilets are?” “Just over there love,” she said. “Right behind where you were stood.” I didn’t say anything. I just shuffled away feeling about three feet small. I didn’t stop to talk to smirking Dave or head shaking Ringo. I went straight to the men’s room and wetted my face in front of the mirror to cool down. I figured the competition was lost. I wasn’t going to try anything so stupid again in a rush. As I went back out and took my drink ...