Tuesday February 14, 2006 is a day that will live on in my memories for the rest of my life.

A friend invited me to a party that night, and being single at the time I agreed to go, if not for the social interaction then the free booze that would surely be flowing freely all night long.

I get dressed in some nice dark slacks and a comfortable black silk shirt and head on over to the store with my friend. This being Texas, and me looking older than 21, the Indian store clerk didn’t bother asking me for ID, just wished me a good evening as I left his corner store with 2 6-packs of Heiniken.

When Tom (my friend) and I arrive at the party, it was already packed with guys and girls dancing, drinking and generally having a real good time. Since I’m naturally a shy guy, I just deposited the 6-packs in the house fridge and head over to the keg to start drinking this sweet nectar.

While filling up my glass with beer, I saw her.

She had hair so dark it seemed blue, eyes so mesmorizing and deep that I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Her milky white skin contrasted beautifully with her hair, and seemed to fairly glow under the light. Full lips with pink lipstick and dark eyeliner just made her a sight to behold. She stood about 5′4″, with a low-cut V-neck blouse, showing off her awesome rack, and a very short and very tantilizing skirt that just hugged her beautiful hips. I followed her legs up and down, lingering a few seconds on her thighs. I imagined myself between those thighs, and soon had to hurry off to a less crowded room to let my raging manhood cool off for a few seconds.

I took a few sips of my frigid drink, and forced myself to calm down. It wouldn’t do to freak this young lady out before even meeting her.

After I had gotten myself back together, I went back to the beer keg and started looking around. I searched for at least 5 minutes, and didn’t catch a single sight of her. I asked around, asking if anyone had seen a short, cute white girl with black hair, but they all said no. I was dismayed! I had fallen in love at first site with a girl, and yet I couldn’t find her, no matter how hard I looked!

I drank away all my worries, with beer after beer after beer. I know the old saying, “Liquor before beer, you’re in the clear ; Beer before liquor, never been sicker”, but I still drank a few shots of tequila whenever they were offered to me. Just because I feel an emptiness inside myself I didn’t want everyone else to be brought down with me. Everyone can here to party and have a good time, and I would likewise try to do that same.

I talked with a few girls, and while none really caught my eye, I felt the night would be a total waste if I didn’t at least go to bed with one of these willing participants. After all, I am a human with carnal needs.

I ended up hooking up with a tall, skinny white girl, with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Not much to look at, but it was the best I could get from the slim picking at the party. We made out for a few minutes in the living room couch while most of the party-goers were starting to leave, or at least slow down in their crazy dancing. Since I was already pretty intoxicated, I knew it would be too dangerous and irresponsible for me to attempt to drive home, so I started leading her upstairs to one of the bedrooms I had seen throughout the night.

Halfway up the stairs, I glance up at the top, and who should I see but her again. All thoughts of the gankly girl behind me vanished as I hurried up the remaining steps to try to get to this beauty before another asshole reached her first.

I get to her, and as sober-sounding as I can muster, I introduce myself. Instantly we hit it off. Her name was Emily, and she was from here in town, but she cam from downtown. Everything about Emily was mesmorizing, from her calves, to her face, to her smooth mellow voice.

Even to me, in a half-drunken state, it was pretty obvious that Emily had had more than a little to drink, as she sexily swayed back and forth on her high heels. I didn’t care, though, because to me her swaying was like the movements of an enchanted snake weaving back and forth to the music of a flutist. I knew I had her in my grasp!

After a few minutes of small talk, I invite her into one of the few vacant rooms left in the house, to be able to talk in a more relaxed, quieter atmosphere. If I had’nt been so engrossed in Emily, I may have noticed Whitezilla staring at me with menacing eyes from the couch across the room. Alas, I was blissfully unawares of any such stares, as my eyes were firmly glued on Emily’s firm behind as she led me into one of the rooms.

Once we sat down at the spacious bed (which had some slightly ruffled sheets), I knew it was either now or never to make my move. I scoot closer to Emily’s side, wrap my right arm around her shoulders and bring my lips to hers. Her luscious lips obliginly parted, and my tongue easily slid inside. She tasted like a mixture of beer and salted peanuts and… something else that I couldn’t quite put my hand on.

My left hand came up and cupped her right breast as I busied my right hand by sliding off her blouse from her shoulders. She made no attempt to stop me, and even encouraged my actions by squeezing closer to me, allowing easier access to her unnecessary clothes. I am a little surprised, but not at all dissapointed to find her bra hook to be partially unhinged already.

She places her right hand gently on my neck and begins to work it down, lightly running her fingers across my skin. Once she reaches my zipper, so undoes it, slips inside and begins to stroke my now throbbing rod.

She pulls away from our passionate kiss, although hesitantly, and lowers her face to my crotch. I moan softly as her wet love cave envelopes me, and her space worm attacks my spaceship.

Words cannot describe this incredible feeling of ecstacy, friends, so I will not foul this memory by attempting to recreate it in mere written language.

After a few unforgettable minutes of pleasuring, I gently push her back on the bed, and begin taking off her skirt. I am determined to thank her for her act of kindness.

As I pull off her moist panties, her aroma enters my nostrils. She is very ready, it seems. I only wish the lights had been on so I could have seen as well as felt this beautiful, smoothly shaven love nest before I begin to feast on its delicacies.

I lower my face between her parted legs, and gently kiss her inner thighs, teasingly ignoring center point. After brief sucking and nibbling, I can no longer restrain myself, and dive into her pool of nectar. I gently insert my probing tongue into her slit, and like a scoop bring out her juices.

Salt. I taste something salty. As I pull my tongue back into my mouth, I can feel a strand of her juice still hanging out between our two orifices. I swirl her sample around my mouth, intrigued by this gelatinous texture, and swallow.

Then, I knew.

Quickly I get up, and walk over to the bathroom. I must be sure! I flick on the bathroom light, and gasp in combined horror and disgust when I see a thin trail of white goo dripping down my lips. I’m not sure if she called out my name, “Juan, oh Juan, come back to me!”, or if I was just imagining it, but either way I was’nt able to do anything but violently vomit for the next few minutes.

After my stomach was flushed of all alien fluids, I wash my mouth with soap and water, and run out of the bedroom crying. As I pass a line of 5 guys waiting outside the room I hear her scream, “Wait! Where’s my $10?! Stop!”.

And that, my friends, is why I will never fuck another prostitute as long as I live.