Cut Loose Ch. 1 - Sex Stories

Cut Loose Ch. 1

... aunts without getting a lecture. Everyone’s always walking around with an entire tree trunk up their asses. No one else is nearly as fun as Carrie. She’s like my best bud.

“Hey,” she says, “Whaddya say we just skip out for a while?”

This immediately catches my attention. I mean, hell yeah I wanna, but since when was that an option?

“We can do that?” I ask, flabbergasted,

“Yeah, as long as we’ve got the buddy system going on,” she answers, “Going alone raises suspicion. Going with someone calms everyone down because they kinda see it as an anchor ordeal. It’s common sense, really. Wouldn’t expect someone like you knowing something like that.”

“Well, 50 years is definitely long enough to come up with something, ya fossil.”

“Yeah, keep talking like that, Mr. 30.”

We share another laugh before I say,

“Alright, I’m down. Where we goin’?”

“Wherever we want. I know a good spot to get drinks if you wanna go there.”

“You had me at drinks.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

We announce our departure and, sure enough, there’s little to no pushback to our plans. Why am I just now getting a hold of this sacred information? Better late than never, I guess.

We leave the event in her car, basking in our newfound freedom as she drives to the adult candy store. Before long, she parks and we’re in front of quite the eye catcher of a building. I mean, it’s not that extravagant, but it’s guaranteed to turn some heads. It pays to know someone, I guess.

“Ok, look,” ...

... Carrie says before I can even step out of the car, “There’s a method of getting a good deal on drinks here and they might be a bit...ominous to say the least. But trust me, it’s worth it. Just follow my lead, got it?”

“Uh...alright. Gotcha,” I respond, slightly confused at her order.

We then step out of the car and head inside. And as far as the eye can see, there’s gallons on top of gallons of divine looking specimens. Everything looks so good. Raspberry, blueberry, strawberry, peach, green apple, aged, mint, I don’t even bother looking at the rest. I just wanna try them all. This really is like visiting candy stores all over again.

We gather about $47 worth of drinks and head to the counter for the transaction. After setting the bottles down to get scanned, the cashier gives us a grin before saying,

“Ah, looks like you two have quite the night planned, huh?”

“You could say that,” Carrie says in a coy tone, taking me completely off guard,

“Yeah, you love to see it. What I would give to be in your position, man. You’ve got quite the sexy lady right here.”

I can’t find my words. Is he really implying that we’re...a couple? And is she...endorsing this? Before giving it much more thought, Carrie nudges my side, reminding me of what we just discussed in her car. Uh...ok...If this gets us that deal.

“You’re tellin’ me,” I reply, feeling dirty all over, “Luck’s a funny thing, y’know?”

“Alright, alright. Don’t rub it in, dude. Speaking of luck, though, yours ...